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“Where am I?” This was the first coherent thought to form in my addled brain. My head felt three times too large for my body and like it was stuffed with cotton. I also couldn’t really move my limbs or make my body work at all. Forming thoughts was like trying to swim through mud. I was aware that things were not normal, but what had happened remained a mystery. I was desperately trying to remember what had happened to me, but details were slippery and elusive. Eventually, with much willpower, I was able to open my eyes. It seemed to take forever for them to focus and resolve any image of my surroundings. It was dim, wherever I was. And the light was red and inconsistent. Flickering. Again, with effort, I was able to move my head a little and look around. The walls were dark and rough and seemed to be made of stone. I couldn’t see a ceiling above me- only blackness. I did note that there were chains extending upward at the four corners of by body, and that my wrists and ankles were apparently bound to them, immobilizing me. I was splayed out spread-eagle like the Vitruvian man, and I was laying on a cold, smooth surface. Lifting my head was next to impossible, but I managed it just long enough to confirm that I was indeed naked. My head crashed back down to the hard surface with a conk making me see stars. I shivered then, partly from the chill and partly from fear Long moments passed, but gradually I regained more and more of my senses. Whatever chamber I was entombed in was large- I could tell my the occasional small sounds and how they echoed and bounced around the space, only to be eventually swallowed up by the darkness above. The light was coming from a small number of torches (torches!) set into the walls. It was like something out of a medieval fever dream. When I regained some strength, I tried tugging my arms free- but to no avail. The thick chains barely moved and only clinked a couple times. I was now awake enough to start panicking. Wherever I was, it wasn’t good. This was a seriously fucked up situation and I was clearly in danger. My heart started to pound. I tried to call for help, but my mouth was dry and my tongue was thick in my mouth. The adrenaline shot to my system cleared my brain of the remaining fog. Pieces of the previous night started to assemble like a puzzle in my brain. I had been out celebrating my 18th birthday. Since all my friends had gone off to college, I was by myself and feeling fairly blue about it. I remember I went to the local dance club, just so I could be around people. A handsome, older guy started talking to me… what was his name? Something unusual. He saw my underage wristband, and I remember telling him it was my birthday. He offered to sneak me a birthday shot and I remember declining because I didn’t really drink because it was illegal… but he brought me one anyway. He brought a shot for himself too, and he coerced me into having it. “A man only turns 18 once—you need to celebrate!” he had said. The shot was called… “Devil’s Blood”? Or something like it. I think it was fireball and grenadine and who knows what else. I remember it was sweet, and hot. He then asked me out on the dancefloor. I remember thinking that he was really hot, but way too old for me. But hey. Nobody else was asking me to dance so why not? The music pulsed and the lights were hypnotic and I remember feeling my insides getting all warm and gooey. I vaguely remember him hitting on me, and me demurring because I wasn’t looking for that. I was waiting to find a boyfriend or a girlfriend- I wasn’t sure which yet. I think I told him that I was just looking to be around people and to cut loose a little. And that’s about all I remember. Until now. So here I was- naked on some sort of slab. In a real life fucking dungeon. Chained up. The reality of my situation had taken root— I was probably going to die. My mind started working on next steps, but was coming up empty. Ice formed in the pit of my stomach and I got really scared. I’m not ashamed to admit that I pissed myself in that moment. It was then that I heard it. Footsteps. I could hear the uneven cadence and scrape/crunch of several pairs of feet walking slowly out of the shadows. Above the footsteps was a low hum of male voices. Musical. Like a slow chant. Out of the shadows then emerged 5 men in long, dark robes. At least I think they were men. They all had on masks that obscured their faces. The masks were those of skulls—animalistic in nature. Four of the masks were jet black. Glossy. Horned. The fifth was gold. The four in black masks carried what appeared to be small, handheld drums. The one wearing the gold mask carried an old, leatherbound book the color of oxblood in one hand. In the other he carried a stilleto. My heart raced with fear, as my mind jumped to all sorts of terrifying outcomes. The four took up positions at my feet and hands and when they were in place the humming stopped. The one in the gold mask walked to the figure at my left hand. The figure held out his right hand and the stiletto made a quick slash to his thumb. The figure made a gladiator “thumbs down” gesture and I watched the blood trickle off his hand to the floor. This ritual was repeated at the other three figures. Then the fifth stood at my head, out of my view. I watched in sick fascination as The Four slowly raised some sort of bone-shaped drumstick. And then as one, they struck their drums. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. A slow, steady beat began. The one in gold at my head started chanting in a language I could not identify. His words snaked and wove through the beats of the drums. The Four took up the chant as well. Slowly the tempo increased and the chanting got louder. As this was happening, the torchlight seemed to increase with the flames leaping higher of their own accord. This brought the figures into sharp relief. I could see that the Four were drumming on crude drums with rough skin like parchment, and with what appeared to be actual bones- like the knobby leg bone of an animal. Or human. The chant had now crescendoed to a fever pitch and the drummers were beating like my racing heart. Then suddenly, without warning, everything stopped. The drummers dropped to their knees as one, and from above my head I heard the One in gold whisper something— guttural and wicked. Then there was a bright, blinding flash like a camera strobe. My nose caught the strong smell of sulfur. When my eyes readjusted, there was a dim red glow in the room- like a photography dark room. I looked over at the torches on the wall, and they flames all appeared to be frozen—low and unwavering in their iron holders. The Five men in robes were also caught mid-motion. And the room was eerily quiet—like being in a sound proof recording studio. It was as if time itself had stopped- except for me. And the demonic thing now standing in my presence. I stared, completely unsure of what I was looking at. At the end of the slab where I lay stood a… thing. A beast? Man? Both? It had a general human form… but it was different. Distorted. Much more Sinister. I could tell it was big. Like 7 feet tall and broad across the chest and shoulders. The head was large and bald, and atop were two great, black, curling horns, like those of a ram. Instead of eyes, there were empty voids- like deepest, darkest space. The mouth, a lipless slash, crowded with sharp, pointy teeth. The flesh appeared scalded and shiny—like scarred skin-- tight across the body. Muscles stood out in sinewy relief, as if they were barely covered in flesh. The arms were muscular and disproportionately long, terminating in hands with too many fingers, each with a talon instead of a nail. And did I see the hint of dark wings behind? It appeared to be regarding me, with its unwavering dark gaze, and I was utterly petrified. My mind wanted to believe that I was drugged. Hallucinating this terrible image. But somewhere in the deep recesses of my animal brain, I knew this was real. Real And beyond my rational beliefs. “Wh… wh… who…?” I managed to croak out, before the sound died on my lips. The creature continued to stare at me with those empty voids in its face. The longer I stared into them, the more I began to see things swimming in their depths. Terrible things. I looked away, shivering uncontrollably. “Who or what I am does not matter, human,” it said in a rusty, scrapey, deep voice. “They have summoned me, and I have come. The fools! Even now, they have no inkling of the true nature of the forces with which they play. If they did they would have fled from this place in terror. But no. To them this was a mere game; they did not truly believe. I do not brook the follies of man and there will be repercussions. And yet… they deliver unto me such tasty flesh to defile…” “P-p-p-please don’t kill me! Oh God protect me! Oh Jesus please save me!” I prayed. The creature laughed then- a sound like glass inside a garbage disposal. “Those empty words have never held power or sway! There is no mercy here! You of virgin flesh are bound to me in this moment outside of time, as I am bound in this earthly space. But I will grant you this knowledge, human. Death is not immediately forthcoming. You have been chosen as the Vessel.” I struggled mightily against the chains, but to no avail. I twisted and pulled and screamed, but my binds would not yield. The creature watched me placidly as I expended my energy. When the fight finally left me, I sagged back onto the slab. “A Vessel for what,” I whispered, defeated. “You have heard of AIDS, yes?” it asked. I nodded, horrified. “The first virus was passed to a Vessel through a union much like this. We needed a fertile male host—one that would pass on his demon seed to many others, eventually casting them all down in sin. That Vessel performed… admirably.” “Are you telling me you unleashed HIV on the world and infected millions of men on purpose?” I sobbed. “Yes.” “You monster!” I spat. The creature grinned. “I believe Incubus would be more accurate, although we do not concern ourselves with human labels.” “Well, we have pre and post exposure protocols now. And drugs to combat your virus so humans can live long, productive lives. So even if you infect me…” I began bravely. “Hence the need for a new Vessel,” the Incubus interrupted. “The time has come for a new virus. One that will not be so easily tamed. One that will again spread through humanity’s sinners. The Fornicators. The drug users. The adulterers. Hastening their demise and bringing them more quickly to my Master’s fold.” “No…” I pleaded. “Now we begin,” the Incubus stated. His mouth of teeth opened menacingly, and a long, black tongue snaked out of the orifice. Longer than my brain could comprehend… 3 feet? 4 feet? And it undulated and rippled like an earthworm. I watched as the demon slowly sank down between my legs, and then I felt it. His tongue was teasing and lapping against my asshole. It was hot- almost to the point of uncomfortably so, but not quite. “Ah, it has been too long since I have tasted the sweetness of man,” it said. And then the tongue started slowly inching its way inside me. Feeling the heat of it penetrate inside me was intense. The creature was right about me being a virgin. I’d never done anything with anyone ever before, as I had grown up in a fairly strict household. All I had time for was school, swimming, my after-school job, church… and masturbation. I’d never even kissed a girl… or a boy. As I thought about this, I had the faint memory of telling the man at the bar that I was “eighteen and never been kissed”. With that one statement, I’d probably sealed my fate and landed myself as a human sacrifice. At first I was horrified and frightened and revolted by the invasion into my body. Even in all my masturbation and self-exploration, I’d never come anywhere near my butthole. The sensation was completely foreign—but not unwelcome. The thick, hot tongue continued pulsing and snaking its way inside. Deeper and deeper. At the prostate it seemed to pause and explore and… caress making me shiver with nervous adrenaline. And I found it increasingly difficult not to get aroused. I felt sick. I was being violated by this sex demon from what I could only guess was hell (or some hellish plane of existence) and yet here I was, strangely turned on by it. Overwhelmingly so. I railed against it. Reprimanding myself with my internal monologue for feeling this way. Telling myself to resist—that I should be disgusted. That I was being raped for god’s sake! But the waves of pleasure were too much to ignore. My dick was soon teenage steel and straining toward the ceiling. It was almost painful and I couldn’t touch it at all to relieve it. And still the tongue explored my insides- pushing deeper. I felt it’s heat as it teased some deep barrier inside me, where I was sure it would stop. But it tickled and twirled at this place and my breath quickened. Soon it worked up past it and beyond and the wave of pleasure created made my body start to shake. I felt my body open and relax as my head lolled to one side. The creature chuckled at this- that horrible glass grinding sound again. I don’t know how long that tongue violated my guts as I lost all sense of the flow of time. Hours? Days? Years? All I know is that I could feel that tongue snaking all the way up into me. When I would occasionally lift my head, I could see the creature’s head moving subltly between my legs and I could see the tongue move and writhe beneath the taut flesh of my stomach. It reminded me of that one time I saw a baby move beneath the skin of a pregnant woman and was creeped out. Slowly the tongue withdrew from me, and I found myself missing the hot presence inside my intestines. Almost craving to be filled again… and I hated myself for feeling this way. Then the beast stood up slowly, my eyes tracking his movement. As he brought himself to his full height, I saw it. A massive phallus arcing up and away from his body, glossy and deep red. The wedge-shaped ruddy head reached up to the middle of his chest. It was definitely not human-proportioned- not even porn proportioned. I had never seen anything so massive… not even on the horses on our farm. My eyes got large as the slow realization of what was coming next became apparent. “No… please! I can’t. IT can’t! It’s not possible. You said I wouldn’t die, but that will kill me.” I begged him. But it fell on deaf ears. “Human males are preferable virgin sacrifices, although harder to find. They can endure and their anatomy is more… compliant. Human females, while accommodating in their own way, have limited depth and tend to… rupture… thus rendering them disposable,” it graveled out. At this point I started crying in earnest. I could see what was coming and it scared the shit out of me. I had no choice. No control. This wasn’t what I wanted… or was it? But after the tongue exploration, there was a teeny-tiny part of my brain that was, dare I say, titillated? And that knowledge scared me even more. I watched as it gripped its massive prong in one taloned fist, and then pushed it downward to align with my asshole. I was sobbing and shaking my head, but I knew my situation was hopeless. I was basically pinned like a butterfly on this stone slab, about to be split in half. I felt the hot, triangular head pushing insistently against my asshole and I thought there was no way it would be able to enter—not without considerable pain and irreparable damage. But… … it was weird. I could feel it start to slide in. The heat pulsing off that huge member was intense as it pushed past by sphincter. But it didn’t hurt for some reason. I could feel immense pressure, and an uncomfortably full feeling pervading my guts, but no pain. For some reason, due to some magic or demon novocaine, the entry wasn’t accompanied by the mind-shattering agony I was prepared for. Rather, it was- dare I say- pleasurable? It was a similar sensation to the tongue that had come before. I could feel it inside me. The heat. The fullness. The inexorable penetration. But where the tongue slithered and snaked around inside, this sensation was just of firm flesh invading my deepest recesses. Again, I felt the beast appendage impact somewhere deep inside me at meet resistance, and again I figured this was the extent of how far he would be able to go without tearing me internally. But there was some additional pressure, a slight stab of pain, and then… oh, and then! Goddamn. I could feel a slight ‘pop’ and the massive meat had pushed past beyond my barrier and was now invading deeper into me. Where the tongue had gone. The waves of pleasure as it continued into me were intense and almost more than I could bear. my sobs and tears had stopped and I believe I cried out in ecstasy, but I can’t be sure because my mind was blown at this point. After what felt like an eternity, I felt the creature’s hot groin pressed against my ass, and I knew that he was all the way inside and I had somehow survived. I don’t know where all that dick went, but every breath was a struggle it felt like it was lodged below my sternum, somewhere up near my heart. Then, the cock started a slow withdrawal from my body. Every inch that it retreated left me feeling hollow and empty. Eventually, the Incubus only had the head remaining inside me. Then he started to push inside again, only a tiny bit faster. This process repeated many times- so many that I lost count. The only thing I was aware of was the core of heat inside my body when he was inside me, and the feeling of fullness and pleasure. Again, all this was completely happening outside of time itself, so I don’t have any perspective of how long this back and forth went inside my guts. It felt like years were passing with each thrust. As the fuck continued, my body eventually completely gave itself over to lust and desire. I had relaxed to the point where my insides were fully accepting his demon dick. All thoughts of impropriety had long since fled and I was feeling nothing but dizzying pleasure at being impaled on his massive shaft. I found that I couldn’t get enough. I wanted this demon’s dick in me for eternity. I wanted him to never stop. I know I was moaning and screaming and making noises of ultimate pleasure every time he bottomed out inside me and I was actively trying to throw myself further into him. “Yessssssssssss,” the Incubus hissed. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “Submit unto me! Accept your fate!” He was staying further inside me now. Rarely pulling out beyond half before thrusting inside again. And the thrusts were harder. His groin bruising my ass. I found myself staring into the voids that were its eyes as the fucking continued. It felt like I was falling into a bottomless well of lust and desire, that sensation of falling without hitting bottom. Mixed with the sensation of his giant cock deliciously rearranging my insides. As his tempo slowly increased further, his tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth and found it’s way to mine. I felt the hot, black, roughness enter my mouth and start to push down my throat into my esophagus. Normally I would have started gagging uncontrollably at this, but again. As if by demon magic, I was just able to accept his tongue down my throat. The heat signature slowly crept downward into my belly—and beyond. I was taking sustaining breaths through my nostrils now, as the demon pounded me furiously while tongue-fucking my throat and stomach. I think his cock and tongue made connection and completed the circuit inside me. My body was vibrating from his double penetration, pleasure beyond all reason and measure crashing into me, through me, over me. It felt like I had been edged up to the point of an orgasm for a lifetime without release and my body was going crazy with desire. His tempo was frenzied now, and he was growling. A horrifying sound that seemed to rend the air. I could feel the triangular spear shaped tip of his cock start to swell up inside me. Taking up more and more room within. It grew to where it felt like it was half the width of my torso, yet my willing body took it. Craved it. Needed it. I could barely breathe as it was affecting my diaphragm and lungs. The red light in the room had grown steadily with the demon’s passion. It morphed with the fuck, moving into orange, then yellow, then white, then brilliant incandescence. My eyes closed tight to shield them from the intensity. “IT IS TIME!” the Incubus bellowed. “WITH THIS SEED YOU BECOME THE VESSEL!” And with that, the demon cock erupted inside me. Scalding hot semen pulsed from that massive head, flooding into me. It burned with a pleasure-pain that caused my body to buck and shake uncontrollably. I contorted and writhed with full body orgasms as volumes of poisonous demon seed poured into me, filling me- searing my viscera. I could feel his molten jism actually rising like gorge in my throat. The salty, sulfurous, metallic taste making me gag. It was like I was burning alive from the inside, but without pain. It felt like a fever, but a fever of 451°F. I couldn’t breathe or move and it felt like I might burst apart into flame. But slowly… ever so slowly… this feeling diminished. With every throb of my pulse, the heat within grew less and less, like I was ejecting my corona into space like a dying star. Eventually, I felt like I could breathe again, and I could feel the cool, wetness of the stone under my back. I slowly opened my eyes. Smoke hung thick in the air which again smelled of sulfur. In the haze the Incubus was nowhere to be seen. I noticed that I was no longer bound by the chains—they just hung impotently around me. I pushed myself into a seated position for the first time in what felt like a millennia and swayed a little unsteadily. I was woozy and felt severely dehydrated and also… different. Slowly I began to take inventory of my body. I looked down and noted that I was covered by crusty, black soot from head to toe, like I’d been in a fire. Also my chest and belly were coated in semen (which I somehow knew was mine) making the soot on my torso streaky and sticky. The demon had fucked what appeared to be a week’s worth of cum out of me. Speaking of my body… I found it had changed markedly. I was more muscular than I had been before. My shoulders and chest much broader. My arms bulging. My legs thick and strong. I felt longer of limb and that when I stood I would be taller. I was leaner, too, with deep muscular definition. And lo! I had chest hair! I had been a hairless, skinny, twink before— but now? But without a doubt the biggest change was to my dick. The flesh now hanging between my legs was certainly NOT what I had before. Before I was just a guy with an unremarkable cock. Average. Nothing that stood out or was noticed in the swim locker room or gym class by any means. But now? Flaccid it was hanging to just north of mid thigh. I could fell the meaty weight of it, and I instinctively knew it would expand to become a real cuntwrecker. As these changes sank in, I slowly started to realize that I felt different inside as well. I felt confident… no, cocky. Strong. Sure of myself. Brave. Sexy. Fearless. And dangerous. When I looked for the Five men in Robes, I noticed them laying on the floor in disarray at the five points where they had been. Eventually they stirred faintly and moaned a bit as they came to. I heard one of them mutter, “Dude, what the fuck just happened?” When they had revived enough and saw me seated and unshackled, they were visibly shaken. The one in the gold mask looked at me and said, “Who are you?” “I was the virgin manchild you brought here as a sacrifice, but no longer. Now I am the Vessel. Now I am Gift of Death.” They all turned and ran. Just as the Incubus had said, they were fools. They meddled with dark forces and in turn have released Me unto the world. The new Vessel. They would soon come to rue their choices, of that I was sure. And then eventually to Him. I would start with the man in the gold mask. The seducer from the club. The “high priest” as it were. I followed them at a leisurely pace, their cries echoing through the rough hewn chamber, leading me on to the exit. Thoughts of my future formed as I walked. I could not go home now—the 18 year old that entered this chamber was dead. As the Vessel, I needed to sow my seed far and wide. Perhaps I should become a hitchhiker? A truck driver? A male prostitute? “No,” I said with a smile. “I will become a flight attendant.”

Part 2 “Take off your pants,” I said, my finger running down his trail of hair and stopping above the button, teasing my need to see the dick he wouldn’t be using that night. At least, not the way he would be thinking. He scrambled to unbutton his pants, dropping them to reveal briefs which hugged his erection perfectly. His cock was pressed against his body, moving along his left hip as far as it could go. It could go pretty far, but there wouldn’t be any argument on who was going to be the top once he saw mine. I left my shirt on but undid my jeans, revealing the jockstrap I wore beneath. Because it was dark, he couldn’t see the stained fabric clearly, but he’d sense it in a moment. I parted my legs a bit, allowing for my bulge to become even more prominent. For a third time, he licked his lips. “Take off your briefs,” I said. Eager, he pushed them down, allowing his erection to jut out. He had to be seven inches, maybe eight, clearly a young man who was gifted genetically. How he viewed himself as anything but a catch was beyond me. All the men who could have had him before I got to him should have been ashamed of themselves. Hopefully, after I was done with him, they’d get another chance and receive their punishment for their mistake. His balls were pulled tight to his body, his desire to fuck plain as day. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his anticipation rising. I wondered how many men he’d been naked with. I wondered how many men he’d fucked or been fucked by. I wondered if he knew that, even if he wanted to, there was no chance of escape now. He was mine. “Remove my jock,” I told him. He looked down, confused a first, and then stepped forward, reaching out a hand. “No,” I told him. “Remove it with your teeth.” He looked up into my eyes, waiting for further instruction, and then kneeled. “Hands behind your back,” I told him. He followed what I told him, clasping his hands behind himself as he leaned forward, his face stopping a few inches from my crotch. I was sure he was smelling the jock strap now, but I knew there was no way he was going to back out. Even if the smell did put him off, he wanted not only my approval but also my dick so badly that he’d do anything I told him. That was good as that was exactly what I planned on doing. He opened his mouth and tried to angle himself better, his teeth separated slightly. I knew that there was no way to take the jock strap off without either risking biting my dick or having to press his face against my body. He did the right thing, and I was proud of him. He pressed against my body and managed to get the jock strap pouch in his mouth, stains and all. I watched to see if he’d spit it out or grimace from the taste, but there was no reaction other than a low groan I knew was from pleasure. Slowly, he pulled down with his teeth, his hands still behind his back, dragging the jock strap off my grown and down my legs. Before he could get far, my cock shot out and hit him in the face, leaving a trail of precum across his forehead. Rather than stop his progress, he continued pulling the jock strap down my legs until meeting the floor. Seeing him bent over, the crack of his ass meeting my gaze for the first time, I felt a rush of energy coursing through me. I was sure it was partially an aftereffect of the young man I’d fucked that morning, his “energy” still settling into my body. “If you’re going to take all of me,” I told him, his innocent eyes looking up at me, “You’ll want to get me slick for your hole.” He slowly nodded and raised himself until he was eye-to-eye with my dick. He stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the glands and sending waves of pleasure through my body. Without having to think, my hand reached around and grabbed the back of his head, slowly pressing the head of my cock against his lips. “More than that, boy,” I said, my voice deep. All men his age have some type of lust for a daddy and to be dominated. “Boy” gets them to the place of needing my approval faster. Now, I was sure he’d want to please me no matter what else I wanted. Getting my raw cock up his ass would be too easy. Half of my dick was in his mouth, moving toward this throat, and already his eyes were watering. How many men this young guy had sucked off I didn’t know, but I assumed it wasn’t many. He needed training. I’d do it, except I never fucked the same guy twice. I entered his ass, blew my load into his guts, took his years, allowed my strain to do its work, and I moved on. Still, watching this guy trying to get my cock deep into his throat had my already hard dick getting even stiffer. Fuck, I loved watching men work so hard to please the man that saw them only as cum disposals. Did they think it gave them worth? I snatched my dick out of his mouth, his spit stringing between us. I leaned forward and cleaned my dick on his face, his spit sticking to his stubble. “Time to open your hole,” I said, winking at the eager face staring up at me. He jumped off the floor and climbed onto the bed. I never asked if this guy was a bottom. I just knew. He looked like a man who lived to serve the needs, desires, and lusts of other men. It’s what he was made for, and I was going to help him fulfill his purpose. There are few true tops in the world, just some men who don’t know what their asses need… just men who didn’t know what they needed to give up to me to truly live. “On all fours,” I told him as I saw him lying on his back. Why guys wanted to fuck missionary I didn’t know. I don’t want to be looking at your face the whole time. I have mirrors in my room so I can look at the bottom’s face as I blow my load and infect their bodies. I’d rather watch their bodies squirm as my big dick fills them, threatening to tear them in two. When they’re on all four, I can see their arms shaking, trying to stabilize themselves. Plus, it’s a great view of their ass. His ass was pointed toward me, his back slightly arched down, pushing his muscular mounds of flesh in my direction. There is a coating of hair over them, just enough to prove that this was a real man taking dick. My cock glistened from his saliva, giving enough lube to push inside his ass with little effort. I almost bottomed out, but I stopped, watching as his ass opened, his arms shaking, and his head tilting back as ecstasy filled his body. “Fuck” he moaned. I saw in a mirror that his eyes were closed, face showing the struggle of taking my big dick but also loving it. He bit his lower lip as he moaned, my dick slowly pulling out until only the head remained. “Tell me you want me,” I told him, my hands grasping either ass cheek and holding tight to the warm skin. “I fucking want you,” he said, eyes still closed. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” “You need me to what?” I taunted. “You need me to make you mine?” “Fuck yes,” he moaned, back arching lower, his ass pulling my dick inside his body. “Make me yours. Take me.” The magic words. “You’ve got it,” I said, thrusting my entire dick into his body. His head thrust back, eyes looking up to the ceiling, mouth open wide as I opened his ass wider than any other man had or he ever could. His arms shook, but the strength of his youth held through, keeping him up. His back started to rise, but I pushed down, arching his back, moving all the way into his body. “Don’t fight me,” I told him, pulling out and thrusting inside again, his ass shaking while his hole grabbed onto my dick. Even his body knew he needed me to stay inside him, to finally bring his life some importance. His warmth radiated from his body, his heartbeat felt clearly on my cock. With every thrust, I could feel our heartbeats syncing, “Just give in.” “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice quaking. “It… feels… so… good…” “I know, baby,” I said. Even if I hadn’t already locked him in, calling him “baby” would definitely make him mine. “Can you feel how big I am inside you? Can you feel how big you’re making me?” “You’re huge,” he moaned. “It’s like… It’s like you’re tearing me open.” “Only if I didn’t restrain myself,” I said. In the mirror I could see that his dick was rock hard, cum leaking out as if he was cumming. All men did this when I fucked them. Their weak bodies worked hard to prepare themselves for my gift, for what they were about to receive and give up. Though the bottom didn’t know it, his mind too focused on how wide I was stretching his ass and how hard I was hitting his prostate, his body knew what was about to happen and had already surrendered itself to me. The prey knows when the predator has won. Now, as I gave him the best fuck he’d ever had, his body was ridding itself of all the negative cum stored up inside its balls, making room for what I would be injecting inside. Soon, his balls will produce triple the amount of cum compared to a normal man, burdening him with the need to spend the remainder of his life fucking any man he comes across. He won’t be able to do much else as the urgency to spread my gift will consume him. In a matter of minutes, his body will be producing poz cum. But not just any poz cum… my poz cum. “Fuck,” he said again, finally noticing the incredible amount of cum leaking out of him. “You’re fucking the cum right out of me.” “Yes, I am,” I said, my grip tightening on his hips. I could still feel his heartbeat in his hole. As he was looking down at his cock, I felt a strong wave of warmth coursing through my body and down to my cock. Suddenly, his head was thrown back, eyes wide, mouth open, but there was no sound made. In that moment, our heartbeats were one. The connection was finalized. There was no escaping me now. I released his hips knowing he couldn’t get away even if his life depended on it… and it did. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my biohazard tattoo in the mirror. Already it was fading from what it had been in the club. I looked down at his lower back and saw the new addition to his body. It was faint, but the pale outline of a biohazard tattoo was coming through on his skin, growing darker with each thrust. His body had accepted me. His body had synced with me. Now, it was time to make his body and what would have been the remainder of his life mine. I picked up my pace, sweat pouring off my body, my grunts now sounding animalistic. The room stank of sex, his dick still ridding itself of unworthy cum. No longer would his balls produce the cum carrying his DNA, the cum which could have promised him a family. Now, his balls were preparing to change forever, to evolve into their ultimate state. Soon, his balls would produce my cum, ending his family line and continuing mine. This is what he was made for. “Who do you belong to?” I cried out, my pace quickening, our heartbeat growing faster. “You,” he said, his mind now rewriting itself, teaching him of his new objective in life. “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my cum?” The young man’s head tilted down and his eyes met mine in the mirror. “My life,” he said. “Then give it to me,” I said, forcing the entirety of my dick inside his body and erupting inside him. His head fell forward while mine went back, now my eyes and mouth wide open in pure ecstasy. In that instant, I could see all the days he would have lived if I hadn’t met him. I could see him finishing college, making his parents proud. I could see him getting his dream job. I could see him meeting a nice man and falling in love. I could see him proposing and starting a family. I could see his face as years went by, his true potential unrealized. Just as quickly as I saw it, these images faded into darkness. All those years he could have lived were now moving into me. As all of this was happening, my tattoo was fading away until my arm was bare, the tattoo on his lower back a vibrant sign of his new status. His dick stopped leaking, his balls transforming painfully in his sack, his face twisting from the agony of his transformation. His balls were now mirroring my own, ready to serve their new purpose of pozzing up more men in my image. I could feel my body growing in strength, a new energy filling me. The young man’s youth filled every part of me. I pulled my dick out of his ass, his body slumping down onto the bed. He was fast asleep. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Once he wakes, he’ll get up, get dressed, and head out on his way into his new life, his new purpose. He won’t say anything since there’s nothing left to be said. I don’t know where he’ll go or what he’ll do concerning the images I saw. I know they’re not possible now. Perhaps he’ll drop out of school to give himself more time to fuck. Perhaps he’ll never talk to his family again, disappearing into the bathhouses and gloryholes where no one can disturb him of what he knows needs to be done with the remainder of his life. Who knows how much time he has. I don’t. I also don’t care. He served his purpose, giving an alpha man like me, a true man, more time on this earth to fuck up other men and continue my legacy. Once he truly realizes what I’ve done to him, he won’t do anything to stop what is coming. He’ll accept it as his true destiny. I flexed in the mirror, admiring myself. The punk’s life took almost ten years off me. I looked at my arm and knew the tattoo would come back eventually. When it did, I’d find several more men to pick up the burden of keeping my strain alive. The young man groaned on the bed, his new tattoo in sight, the skin around it an angry red. “I really took it out of you,” I said, smiling in the mirror. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If I turn this into a series, I'd explore different men with this ability and the men who fall prey to them. Maybe I'd return to Hunter again. That's an "if" for now. Enjoy Hunter.

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

I'm a freshman in college and have been pretty DL but also wanting to try a dick for the longest time. I got on the sniffies app & found this guy with a really thick dick who wanted to fuck me. I live with roommates int he dorms so I couldn't host, but he suggested that we could meet anonymously in a nearby college building in the basement, which had a bathroom that people rarely went to. He said he only fucked bareback and wanted to breed me which made me pretty nervous because I've never done that before, but I was really horny and really wanted to try it, so I agreed. He told me to meet him in the stall next to the back stall and tap my feet to let him know it was me. He stuck his fat cock under the stall and I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. Then he said he really wanted to blow his load in my hole. We didn't have lube so he just spit on his dick and stuck it in. To be honest it hurt pretty bad at first, but after 30 seconds of pumping I started to enjoy it. We heard someone walking towards the bathroom so we knew we had to wrap it up quick. He grabbed my hips and thrusted hard and deep into my virgin hole and shot a load deep inside me. I went back to my dorm with his cum still sitting in my hole. I hadn't cum in the bathroom because he just used my hole and left, so I started fingering myself using his cum as lube. It felt incredible and before I knew it I shot my load. I think this won't be the last raw load I take. I'm already thinking about the next load I can get. Something tells me I might turn into a cum dump... I also filmed a bit of it if you guys are interested: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video74530109/18_yo_bareback_cruising_in_college_bathroom

This was a few years ago, hope you enjoy. I was chatting with a really hot guy on Grindr, muscular, hairy, with a big hung dick and an ass I hoped he'd give up and we were talking about meeting at the local nudist beach. I thought about it and I decided to go for two reasons: meet him in person and fuck on the beach. Such a turn on. It's a big beach, a good 7 kilometers away from the town, back then there were no beach bars and umbrellas, so there was more sex going on at the gay side and that was what I craved. I'm walking towards a beach umbrella and then I look at the sea and this Greek Poseidon comes out, even hotter than his photos, tanned and naked and fucking hot and all I can do is gape. We got into the talking, all random shit, but hell all I wanted to do was suck the monster and after a few minutes, I was granted that wish. "I see you staring, come get it" he said and I couldn't be happier, my own 19cm dick in full mast. I sucked his cock all the way down to his balls, it was salty as fuck from his swim. He was moaning and I knew I was doing a great job. "You'll make me cum..." he told me between moaning so I slowed down and then the surprise - he showed off his asshole for me to rim! I gladly dove into that delicious hole and I could swear his moaning got louder. After what felt like an hour of rimming his ass in all fours, I got closer to his ear and whispered: "do you want this big dick in your tight hole ?" "yeah, but we don't have any condoms." Fuck that C word. "Then I guess I have no choice but to breed your ass" I whispered, then rubbed my raw dick on his hole, my mind gone crazy by the hot hunk I was about to plant my seed into. "Say you want this cock raw up that ass!" my voice went a bit louder. "Fuck, dude, you're making me feel like a slut. Stick that dick in me." "Raw?" "Fucking raw." No reassurance needed. I pushed in his sweet pucker, slow at first while his moaning was a mix of pleasure and pain and then he reached behind my ass to push me even further! So much for the condoms I thought. I started slamming deeper into him, enjoying the warm hole wrapped around my fuckstick while holding his sides. Fuck I never wanted to cum. "FUCK ME" as I was going to town behind him. After trying to hold on to dear life not to explode in him, I turned him around so I could fuck and kiss (my absolute favourite). His hole was already gaping a bit, however I applied a generous amount of saliva on his hole and on my hole and reentered. There was a sharp intake of breath and then moaning once again. He was looking at me like I was his first love. First lust more like. I reached my lips into his and then started hammering away, deeper and faster. He went fucking nuts, moaning in my mouth (another turn on). He tried to slow my pace but i was holding him down and kept fucking him hard and then it happened; I felt a wet sensation between our bellies, which I thought was cum, because I must have reached his prostate but nope - dude pissed himself. It was weird, but the thought of dominating this hunk of a man made me explode in him! "FUUUUUCK" I yelled while slamming my cock deeper "Keep going I'm close too" I couldn't say no, so his hole endured some more abuse. "Fucking... Aaah. Keep..fucking..." he was at a loss for words while his cock erupted. As a good top I reached down and swallowed as much as I could, guy was like a fountain. We caught our breaths after that and realised we did not know each other's names! He said his name was George and I replied I'm Alex. We swam a bit to cool down and I reached his ass to assess the damage. A slight twinge was all I needed to see. We did meet later that night with a less intense version of fucking and then a few days later before he left for a quickie at an abandoned building in which we almost got caught. He was a great summer fuck.

We see them all the time - bottoms who post profiles, in which they say up front that they’re bottoms, looking to suck or get fucked - and yet their main pic, or their avatar, is a cock pic. If you are one of these men, please, for all our sakes, explain why you do this. It’s maddening. On the face of it, there’s no rational reason for it. Hell, half of the bottoms here don’t even want their cocks touched. The first principle of marketing is that the thing you’re trying to sell is the thing you put in the shop window; if you’re trying to get people to come in and but peaches you don’t put cucumbers in the shop window, you put peaches. Good day, sir, I’d like to buy one of your longest, thickest cucumbers, if you please. And two walnuts while you’re at it. We don’t sell cucumbers, sir, or walnuts either, but we have some very succulent peaches. Then why does the sign outside say ‘Cucumber Market’, and why are you advertising walnuts as buy-one-get-one-free? I don’t get it. Most of us don’t. If there is an actual, sensible reason for doing this, please explain. If there isn’t, please, please stop.

There is a difference between what a person calls themselves and asks/tells their friends to call them and terms getting bandied about on the Internet. I have had black friends who liked me to use the N-word in race play because it was their kink. That doesn't give me license to say that word anytime and anyplace to any audience. It's a simple difference that we all understand. You folks are being disingenuous.

Chapter four I had needed to get a drink for a while so with my guy catching his breath in the sling,I went to the bar. I must have been gone less than ten minutes but when I returned he was looking so different. The blindfold was off, and he had climbed out the sling, he was now on all fours on a small bench in the corner. I assume that the guy now eating the cum out his wet hole must have helped him to get there. He must have been in his thirties, average body, but really looked like he knew how to eat a butt out. I felt like I should have been the one swallowing them loads, but it looked like I would not have to wait long. The rubbermen had been circling earlier but I thought it was have been way to much for my guy. I mean yer he was in nice chaps and a harness, but these were not hiding anything they were into. A couple had “pig” on the front of the suit in big letters, and one who stood out to me had a yellow biohazard logo on one side of his chest, and a all round zip round his crotch. The idea of him playing with them was hot but I ruled it out. I know his limits, or so I thought. He had flipped himself onto his back and was taking the room in a bit, maybe his eyes were still adjusting since the blindfold was taken off, but then he did it. He sat up in front of the biohazard rubber guy, pulled him close by the hips and then very wet kissed and licked that warning logo. He saw it, he liked it and he was grinning at it. He was almost worshipping it with every lick and kiss. He clearly had not spotted me yet as he normally smiles at least to me to check I’m ok. Instead I saw him unzipping biohazard crotch zipper and getting a nice long but not to wide cock out. The rubber man was semi hard, and inches from my guys face. “He’s going to knowingly take a poz cock in his mouth while he’s not on prep!” I thought. But he didn’t. My guy just lay back holding that toxic cock in his hand between his legs, in his hand. Slowly he was guiding it straight into his wet hole with the cum left from the other guys. He must have known what this could mean. He inched more and more of that wet cock into his cummy hole till he bottomed out inside him. He just lay there groaning as the hazard guy just helped himself and fucked him how he wanted. It did not take long for them to get verbal with each other. “You like this cock in you? You want it’s seed? You know it’s going to knock you up? Bet your loving this you cum dump!”, and all he said back was “just fucking load me with that dirty poison!”. No sooner had he shouted it for most of the dark room to hear than the deep moans stopped from the rubbermen, and he just held my guys hips tight against him, clearly filling him with just what he asked for. This time no nice “thanks” or chat, my guy just pulled off that poison prick, sucked it clean, and left him standing as he left to go to another room. No attempt at covering what he did, not shame or worries, just carrying that load in him to enjoy in another spot in the club

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental damage, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English / American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

Hello to everyone...short story...i was in a relationship until november last year. We broke up because essentially i want to have fun. Beginning of jan, i was invited to my first gangbang...i got fucked all night from 5 tops. I can describe the feeling of the cum inside me, as the best thing in my life and now i cannot stop thinking about getting loaded... But i wanna do it properly from now on...no loads refused and regularly....long sessions since i can get rough fucked for hours with no struggle. Will be 1 month in Berlin in February...then 1 month in NYC and 2 in los angeles where i will live forever probably...any help? Suggestions? I also have the fetish of having a Master that locks my cock, and releases me only after a certain amount of loads has been reached...amount that will progressively grow up, making me willing to improve my cumdumping skills. Also willing to be recorded. Ty 🙂

While this is all fiction, I would love this to happen in real life. We had been planning on going out for a while. We rarely go to fetish club nights but at the annual fetish week we tend to hit a few events. The other half is two yearsyounger than me, six foot tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks about 25, and has a thin toned body. This of course makes him very popular when it comes to play sessions, but he tends to not play to much, getting shy at clubs or not making the first move. This time it was going to change, or at least I hoped it would. We had both put rubber on for the evening. I was in my full suit, black and blue codpiece, and he was in his black rubber chaps with a yellow stripe, a jock and a black and yellow harness. You can tell, he was more into piss play, but I loved cum play. I was not really a chaser as on prep, but loved playing with Poz guys and cum-swapping with them, but my other half never took to prep, but always played safe. Different horses for different courses you could say. Knowing that a Poz loads was into me was hot as hell To me, but not his thing at all. Tonight, I wanted the other half to feel that, but not sure he would take to being fucked openly in a club. After being in the club for an hour and chatted to a few people he went off to the piss play space. I saw him getting into it and getting wet, but also more horny and for the first time in ages bending over more around guys. Clearly he was in the mood to be fucked. This got me rock hard, and also thinking. I left him to it and went for a walk about the club. After 15 minutes I saw a skin guy, looked about 30, cock out and clearly wanting to get some action. He had his bleacher jeans open, an alpha jacket on, polo shirt and looked cute as fuck, not like most skins in the club. I went over and started to rub his cock and went to suck it a bit getting that salty precum taste in my mouth. Just when I was getting into it the other half came over to join. He was still a bit wet and smelling of piss and rubber. He pulled my head up to kiss me and rubbed his arse off the skin guy, sliding between us to face me, with his arse to the skin. It looked really hot his bare arse showing through his chaps and rubber jock. The guy groaned a bit and started to rub his cock off my other half arse. We kept kissing and he was getting a lot more into it. Breathing heavy, thrusting and rubbing off me. I moved back a little but he carried on. That's when I realised the skin was inside him. I reach round, and no rubber on his cock, but my guy did not know. I thought about tell him but he was really into this guys cock inside him, so I just carried on too. The guy was building pace a bit but kept slowing off as well. Clearly me was holding off trying to cum just yet. After 15 minutes of the guy raw inside my other half, he was sweaty, and took off his jacket, that's when I looked over my guys shoulder, and saw biohazard tattoo on the skins arm. Of course with his back to him my partner could not see. Undetectable guys tend to play raw more, but thought best to check. I stopped kissing my guy to kiss the skin lad, making my partner bend right over so the skin could go in deeper. We made out for a few minutes and I whispered in the skins ear, ”nice tatt, your undetectable right?”, he went back to kissing me and then whispered back, ”no mate, toxic at the moment”. He's been fucking my guy raw for at least 20 minutes now, raw, working his Poz cock into him. I should tell my other half but this guys slowed down fucking, so clearly holding off cumming. I asked if he was close, and he smiled. He leaned in and said ” I've already cum once, but I just want to work that load deeper. He's so wet and lose now, it's been a big dump in him.” Before I knew it, he we building speed again, and this time I held his hips deep and hard as he fucked my guy. He was going to drop a second toxic load into him, and my guy had no idea if was Poz. My guy reached behind him, feeling the guys we about to cum, and roughly pulled the skin deep as he could just as he was cumming. Loading telling the skin ”fuck me hard, make me your fucking skin boy”. He came loudly and grunted as he loaded him for the second time. My guy did not let him pull put, and held his hips keeping him inside him. Still inside his arse, the skin pulled the black bomber jacket back on, covering his tattoo up. As he pulled out my guys arse, I saw cum dribble a bit out of him, and a the skin had a small red smear down his shaft. He must really have been going on rough. He fingered my guys arse hard, making his gasp, then kissed his neck and walked away. I went back to kissing my other half, him not knowing the toxic cum working it's way into his body

More and more, I have found myself immediately gravitating towards extreme gay pornography when my balls need draining. I simply cannot get enough of cock and ass. I know the whole prolapse aka rose bud thing isn't for everyone, but man let me tell you, every time i watch the raunchiest anal gaping and prolapse videos I cum so fucking hard i swear im going to give myself s heart attack. Like videos where they have those huge dick dildos that suction cup to the floor and they squat over it and bounce on it. But my absolute favorite part is near the ending when on the up stroke and let it slide out of there a****** all that lube comes webbing out and drooling out and it just looks like batches of hot sticky seed. And then their a****** is so open and they push that wonderful f****** fleshy prolapse s*** hole out and and just looks so f****** inviting.

Absolutely agree with the varying degrees, I'm 100% gay and have never done anything sexual with a woman, and also 100% bottom for fucking. However that said, here is where the degrees come in, I have also loved a shapely ass and admiring a beautiful hole, which I will happily rim, felch, use toys on and have even been known to FF if in the mood. A wonderful case in example was meeting a 28 year old in Gran Canaria last year, I don't normally go for guys that young, however he was handsome. He was chubby chasing and asked what I was into, I told him I was only looking to get fucked and it had to be BB which suited him. He proceeded to fuck me with plenty of energy and shortly after shot his load deep within. Needless to say I wanted more, so I said to him, you've got a great ass, I maybe bottom but love rimming, can I rim you? He obligingly turned round and I got stuck in, with him getting another erection soon after I started. He told me he was hard again, and I said do you want to go again? Fortunately for me he was more than happy to do so and because he had already come, he took longer to come the second time round, but he did, so I was more than happy, and now even consider approaches from guys I normally wouldn't have gone for based on their age.

To me if a bottom has a cock pic, they are more versatile or versatile bottom. I think it’s just part of the spectrum reality, some of us are total bottom and don’t want our penis touched, but there varying degrees of Top and bottom in between

It still doesn’t make sense to me, though. If you post a cock pic, you don’t just get Vers guys who are also looking to suck, you’re also broadcasting to bottoms (by far the majority of those looking - that you’re a potential Topping candidate. Fending off all the unwanted fucking requests from bottoms would, to my mind, outweigh any potential benefit to ‘covering your bases’. Plus - and I‘ve been told this by multiple Tops - when a Top is browsing profiles to find a cunt to fuck, what he wants to see is ass, so he can decide if he wants it. They’ve gone so far as to take pics of me to show me what motivates a Top: All ass. You might snag a Vers Top who also wants to suck, but Tops who just want to fuck are likely to give you a pass. Additionally, when I see a profile with a cock pic that claims to be a bottom, I immediately suspect the person is trying to bait-and-switch other bottoms in the hope of persuading them to Top instead of getting fucked as expected. That’s not covering bases, that’s attempting to widen the pool of candidates by deception. Not saying you’re one of this type, but they’re definitely out there. Personally, I don’t even give out a cock pic even if requested, because if a guy is asking for it, he has a reason, probably involving his wanting to be penetrated in some way. If the guy’s after my cock, he’s likely to be a problem encounter, and certain to leave disappointed. The only time anyone sees my cock in a pic is A) if we’re discussing piercings; B) if we’re discussing cock cages; or C) if it’s incidentally visible in my ass pic.

"Milo"? Are you implying his name isn't Milo? That seems like a weird hill to set your flag on. And hey, you're the one who brought up us needing our own JK. You offered up no options, so I did. Sorry if my choice doesn't meet your undisclosed expectations? Actually, no, I'm not sorry. You're kind of a dick, aren't you?

I very much appreciate the difficulty of doing s Top’s work well - there’s a great deal of difference in excellent Topping and poor Topping, and I’ve had plenty of both to compare them. Just achieving and maintaining an erection over a long effort can be a challenge, never mind reaching climax. And dealing with bottoms who are fussy, pushy, selfish, greedy, or haven’t bothered to prepare is no doubt a pain in the ass. The sense of your comment, though, sounds like you’re saying that the main difficulty you face is that there’s too much ass that needs to be fucked and not enough hours in the day. Would that all Tops were so diligent. But in fact, there being such a glut of bottoms means you have your pick, and no obligation to service them all. Of course, many a bottom would ask the same question, whether Tops appreciate how difficult it is to bottom - spending sometimes hours in cleanout and prep, uncomfortably restricting diet and rinsing out intestines just to get ready for a single Top (who may or may not flake), and spending weeks or months in difficult and painful hole-stretching to be able to accommodate those eager cocks and fists. On top of which there being stiff competition for the Tops that are available. A talented, eager, eager-to-please Top is like gold; in the view of some, an eager-to-please-himself Top is like platinum. But a Top who Tops badly is worth far less.

Ruin't, routed out holes are the best. Especially when the gape makes that hollowed out negative suction noise.

I'm 54 and my boy is 23. He can't get enough Daddy cock. I fuck him every day at least once and he still wants more. He loves it when I get my buddies over to group breed his ass. I love it when he brings his buddies over for me to fuck.

@harrysmith25 - Had you simply focused on proposing your legitimate question as to how LGBT interests can remain vital and relevant in a shifting and polarized political climate, you might have found yourself taken mote seriously. As it is, you instead burdened your inquiry with hyperbole and a plethora of references and descriptions that betray strong political and social assumptions on your part. In a single screed you manage to find a way to be offensive to people on the political left (‘lefties’), Trans persons (‘trannies’), senior citizens (‘fickle as toddlers’), and by inference anyone who supports the current President. In particular, calling those on the left ‘bloodthirsty, nasty goons’ and piling absurd insults onto Biden (‘ornery, borderline-senile’) make it crystal clear that your political philosophy is not that of a reasonable centrist, but rather that of an entrenched partisan on the right. The most telling passage is where you suggest (and this appears to be the core of your argument) is that gay men need to find a target similar to JK Rowling to harrass in order to draw political attention - as though such negative tactics ever persuaded anyone if anything - any sensible person should reject that uncivil nonsense out-of-hand as nothing more than a furtherance of the trend toward collapse of civil public discourse. A trend aptly illustrated, by the way, by your over-the-top ad hominem attacks on anyone who challenges you - such tactics are the mark of someone with a limited capacity for rational debate. This isn’t an interpretation; this is a textual analysis of what you yourself wrote. If you come across as an insensitive right-wing reactionary, you have only your own words to blame. As @JimInWisc correctly notes, there are legitimate concerns for LGBT rights in many areas of the country, issues raised by the actions, or threatened actions not of the ‘lefties’, but of those on the political right. Your proposed solutions would only pour gasoline on a dumpster fire.

Part 4 The inevitable happened. The hostage got royally fucked by Cuntbuster. Before Caio move onto the bed, someone injected some chemicals at the base of his cock. And soon enough, Cuntbuster went rigid like a steel pipe. It was a massive weapon, thick and vicious with a glistening PA sitting like a crown on the cockhead. The hostage went frantic when Caio came into his view. No gag would have silenced such screams. Chains were rattling like a melody. - Honestly, he should get an award for his acting. I said out loud. Leo was next to me and gave me a weird look. Caio shoved all his cock deep in the guy ass in his first assault. Cuntbuster had defeated his adversary in one single plunge. Any resistance was futile. Game was over. - Like an oven down there and soon you will bake Cuntbuster poz babies. The hostage was now bouncing on the mattress, impaling himself back, at each thrust. In normal circumstance, I would have worried at the scene before me and felt sorry for the guy, but the not-so diluted tranquilizer in Leo’s homemade iced tea was still blurring my reality. - You sweat. Hope you didn’t catch a bug you don’t want. Here, drink some iced tea, it might help. The scene went along for few more minutes. Caio came in his victim ass with a victory roar, pulled out, leaving a ruined body behind him. Another guy, pretty hung (of course), took his place and started fucking. In two steps, Caio was in front of me. - Mind and pupils relaxed. Can’t be more ready than this. Leo pried my mouth open, inserting a Viagra and an aspirin. - Here take these and drink this I was given a glass of an infect beverage, except this iced tea was warmer and had a different taste. I pushed back the glass. - I'm out of iced tea. This is all I got. So drink. If I’d knew better, I would say it was piss. I looked at a grinning Leo suspiciously. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it vanished immediately. Nah, he’s way too nice of a man, he wouldn’t do that kind of prank. - Let’s take a break, you and me, I’ll teach you a thing or two. Caio hooked his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the nearest bed available. *** I was still very calm, and I was able to focus. My span of attention was getting better. I was hard and horny now. In a malleable mind-state. A great condition to get fucked even if you don’t want to. Caio was cuddling me and marking me with a lot of hickeys. Cuntbuster was nudging my balls between my legs. One hand was mauling a nipple while with the other one he was lazily giving me a five-knuckle-shuffle on my cock. - Sshhh, pretty boy, I know you are reluctant to have Cuntbuster shoved up your virgin ass… I just nodded. No, it’s a lie. I wasn’t just nodding. I was also voluntary rocking my ass lightly against Caio’s lower abs. The warmth of his body was soothing, and I needed to cum. - Feel this, boy. Feel how it’s smooth, how smooth it will feel when I slide it home. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you want me to share my toxic load with you. Cuntbuster was pulsing like it had a life of his own. I looked down to both cocks and was mesmerized by the sight. Caio’s cock was definitely bigger than mine, but I had nothing to be ashamed. - Raise your leg Two fingers found their way to my hole. Even in my straight-guy mind, I knew that I would never let a girl dry fuck me with her fingers or objects, although no girl I shagged would have come willingly near my ass. It was hard enough to convince them to get a blow job, except Prissy at the bar. Caio’s fingers were insisting - Lube… please… - Since you're asking so nicely He collected some precum from both cocks and smeared it over my hole. He repeated the process a couple of time. I took over masturbating our cocks, one against the other. - This is the yin and the yang of the cocks. The good and the bad. The pure and the evil. The neg and the poz. Like a mantra, Caio's was whispering a lot of things, interrupted here and there by tongue foraging my ear. The hand was back at my bruised nipple. Caio had stretched it to a pencil eraser size. Now he was back at it, torturing it between his fingers which was sending weird feelings down my spine, but mostly to my cock. The precum-wet fingers were crawling in my ass. - It hurts - A finger or two in your in ass is not pain. You must know that when Cuntbuster is going to fuck you up the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. - Ten times? - Only if you are a poor fuck. If you are good, pretty boy, I will fuck you so much that your ass will never remember being virgin. - I’m not gay. I want a girlfriend, and... - Not anymore, no more girlfriends for you, no more pussies. - But… - Sshhh, pretty boy, gay or not, Cuntbuster doesn’t care, so why would you? - Because it’s my ass? - You’re wrong again my naïve boy. It is not just your ass. It is a sheltered home for all Cuntbuster poz babies and his toxic friends. The intimacy created by Caio felt good, despite the fact he was a guy. I can’t blame Dad if this how he felt? I was scared and not totally committing to gay sex, and even less to have unprotected sex with a poz guy. - I need to piss - Now? - Too much iced tea… Caio jump out the bed and tilted his head for me to come along. We cross the décor set back to the dungeon where a black guy was fucking the hostage in a pretzel position. - Make Room Caio took hold of my hard on - Put it in I obeyed. - Well, what are you waiting for? Piss! That was insane, but I really need to go. - Sorry, I said to the hostage which cause a genuine laugh amongst the porn actors.

Laying out with Steve Part 2 previous... An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim...did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came! Steve and I soon fell asleep. What a wonderful nights sleep I had while laying in his bed, the warmth, the occasional caress and being able to rest my hand on that gorgeous cock anytime I wanted, the best. I woke briefly very early in the morning, with that feeling of Steve's leaking cock between my ass cheeks...and my ass being spread open by Steve's hand. I knew he wanted in me again, and I whispered "fuck me baby, please". Steve placed his leaking cock head against my hole and pushed in. My ass was more than ready for him now, with two of loads in me already. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I didn't want to wake you Tim, but I need to cum again, I want you to have my poz cum in you forever". He was fucking me faster now, know it was turning him on to think about spraying his seed in me once again. I reached behind me and placed my fingers along his bare shaft, "yes sir, cum in me, please cum deep in me". That was all it took for Steve to lose control. He pushed in as far as he could and I felt his cock stiffen and pulse inside of me. So many shots of his hot poz cum. we panted for a long time, him rubbing my body and telling me how hot I was and how much he loved fucking me. We were soon falling asleep again, but this time with him still in my ass. I never felt him get out of bed, but when I woke around 8am, Steve was already up, showered and gone. I found a note on the kitchen counter: Tim! What happened last night? I loved every moment of it and so glad the day, and night, went the way it did. I truly hope you are not having second thoughts or regrets today. I would love to talk to you more about last night and how you are feeling today. Please call anytime. I will be back later if you want to stick around, had to run some errands. Steve PS. I am having a pool party next weekend with a few friends, please think about coming, I would love to have you here. I read the note a second time and started to daydream about what had actually happened. From laying out to Steve cumming in me three times. While my head was all over the place with thoughts, my cock was reacting for sure. how could it not. Steve is everything I had fantasized about for so long. I needed to talk to him. I called later that evening and had a great talk with him. We talked about what my options were, but he definitely has his opinion. I absolutely loved his outlook on poz/neg sex (and love). Eventually this moved into very explicit topics, but we tried to stay away from all out masturbating on the phone! After hanging up with Steve I felt better and wasn't going to worry about things right then and there. As I got ready for bed, I logged on to BBRT once again to send Steve a quick note, but he had beaten me to it. I opened the message from Steve that basically said, "my cock is aching to breed you again Tim". That is all it took to send my cock to full hardness! I quickly wrote back, thank you dad, I fucking love your cock, and sent it. I think my choice was becoming clearer to me. I didn't want to stop Steve fucking me, at all. The week went by slowly, more slow than usual it seemed as I had already decided to go to Steve's pool party the coming weekend. Steve asked about it and I finally relented. While the party was intended to be 'clothing optional', I thought I should start in something tiny and a little see through. I chose a male see through thong bikini I found online. I tried it on as soon as it arrived. I put it on in the bathroom so I could see the results. It was incredible, but barely held my cock and balls, especially if I started to get hard. I also wanted to see it on while wearing my black rubber cock ring. I took the bikini off, but had to wait for my cock to settle down before putting on my cock ring. Once on, I modeled the bikini again, fucking nice. I had to wear this to Steve's. Soon enough Saturday arrived, it was a long week at work and without masturbating all week, and talking to Steve several times about party planning and attendees, I was leaking often. My balls were so full. I drove over to Steve's house early to help get ready for the party. I wore the bikini, and cock ring, under some loose shorts and a tshirt. I knocked on Steve's door but was let in within a minute, he must have been waiting. I immediately went to Steve and gave him a big hug, he kissed me and held my ass in his hands. I could feel him getting hard against me, loved that feeling. Steve let me go and had me step back so he could look me up and down. It is then I noticed his soiled shorts and now semi hard cock pushing against the thin fabric. His shorts were wet in several spots from his heavy precum. "Tim you look so good, is that what you are wearing today?". "Nope", I said as I pulled down my shorts to reveal the thong bikini. I did a quick turn around for Steve. "Fuck boy, you look so fucking good". Steve pulled me back to him so his hardening cock, held back by his shorts, was pushing on my bare ass cheeks. I could now feel the wetness of his precum soaked shorts on my ass. "Do we have to wait baby, I need to fuck you so bad", Steve asked. I reached behind me and gripped his big cock, "yes sir, we must wait. Some time today, I will be ass up on your bed waiting!" Steve patted my now hard cock through my bikini and said, "I can't wait". Steve and I hurriedly prepared his house for the party. Steve asked that I be in charge of drinks and refreshments, making sure his guests were taken care of. No problem here. Before the guests were to arrive, Steve said he was going to get changed into swimwear and suggested I should do the same. I followed Steve to his bedroom. Steve held up a small swimsuit for him and started stripping to change. I peeled off my shorts to reveal my suit to him. I looked at Steve and he was standing naked, cock rising as he stared at me again. "Oh Tim, this is going to be a great day". I crossed the room and rubbed his shiny wet cock head with my finger, and brought it to my mouth while looking him in the eyes. "yes it is sir! See you soon" I said as I left the room. Steve and I were finishing up, making sure there were towels and sunscreen at the ready all around the pool, even 'party' boxes with poppers and lube, but no condoms. Steve said condoms weren't necessary for this party. Guests started arriving shortly before the 'official' pool party time. Steve greeted each guest and occasionally would look for me to meet 'so and so'. A couple of occasions I could see why. One such couple was Chad and Bruce, I could tell immediately. Both were older than I, great physical shape, and wearing netting bikini's that left nothing to the imagination. Both Chad and Bruce were packing big cocks, big and soft so I could only imagine how they were when hard. "Tim this is Chad and Bruce, great friends of mine, so take special care of them" Steve said while laughing. I shook both their hands. Chad said, "great to finally meet you Tim, Steve has talked about you a lot". I looked at Steve with a 'concerned' but not really concerned look. Soon enough, most of the guests had arrived. Looking around at the guests I could tell most were older, in Steve's age range, and some younger. There were only a few 'unattached' guys it appeared, but they were involved in great conversations. Some had already taken their shorts, or swimwear off, and were sunning around the pool or in the pool cooling off. I was busy getting drinks for people, but I definitely got to be privy to some close up cock shots or conversations about sex life! It was fantastic. Every once in a while I would get close to Steve and be a part of his world. He would usually put his arm around me and cup my ass in his hands, which I loved. Soon after that I was in the kitchen, by myself, getting another round of margaritas for a trio when Chad appeared in the kitchen and asked if I needed a hand. I turned around and saw him there, see through bikini still in place but I could see it straining now. Chad's eyes were not on mine, but rather at my waist where he was just staring at my ass. "Thank you, that is sweet, but I think have it, but if you wouldn't mind can you get me three limes?". Chad moved to get the limes and put one in each cup. "Thank you for doing this Tim, and it really is great to finally meet you. Steve has chatted you up all week, so finally nice to put a....face, and ass, to the name. You know Tim, Steve has told us everything, about your weekend last week. I think it is fucking great you to finally go together." "um, everything?" I asked. "yes Tim, everything. I know you are neg and my guy got to breed you three times last weekend", Chad said. I could definitely see his cock start to strain hard against the material. Fuck! This man is hot, I mean Steve is my fantasy confirmed, but this man is hot too, and a huge cock to go with it. Just as I was about to ask Chad what he thought Steve popped in the kitchen. "ahhh, so glad you to have a chance to chat and get to know each other" Steve said as he pushed by us. "I just need to get a couple beers and I will be out of your way". I asked if he needed any help and he said "no, I got it baby, hang here with Chad and get to know him". As he said this, Steve patted me on the bare ass and squeezed my cheek. I saw Chad wink at Steve as he left the kitchen. "Yes Tim, hand with me a moment and get to know me" Chad said. "Steve is so very lucky, Bruce and I both think so. To fall for a neg guy and he to be ok with his status, wow! I love it.". Chad then reached down and pulled his bikini to the side letting his big growing cock fall out. He stroked that massive cock once and said "very lucky, damn". I was mesmerized, but needed to get these drinks out. I told Chad, I need to get these drinks out but love to chat in a bit. I proceeded to squeeze by Chad with my bare ass against him. He reached out and pulled me in tight with a bear hug, his big cock above my ass cheeks...smearing his precum all over. "I will be waiting, how about in the living room". Chad said. I quickly distributed the drinks I had, and had someone even say...what is that on his ass, it looks he brushed up against someone and then some laughing! I just smiled as I went back into the house. Chad was not in the kitchen, but I soon found him sitting in the living room, enjoying a cold drink, and cock covered once again. I got my drink and sat on the couch with him, one leg up and facing him opposite on the couch. Chad drew one leg up and re-positioned to face me. "Now, where were we?" he said. His hand had fallen to his bikini and big cock again. "Ah yes, you and Steve enjoying poz/neg sex. Can I ask, how are you feeling about it now?" Chad said while pulling the cloth back to expose his rapidly growing cock. Now it was my turn, my cock was also very hard and now leaking, after a week of sustaining this was bound to happen. "Sure. Of course I was not fully committed to making anything happen with Steve. I have grown so fond of him as a friend, of course lusted after him in my fantasy world, but didn't think it would happen. Then last weekend....wow. I couldn't refuse, he is so hot and I wanted him in me so bad, everything happened so fast, and so naturally." I was day dreaming remembering Steve fucking me hard from behind the first time. "fuck Chad, I haven't cum all week and now I have to relive that" I laughed. Chad was now slowly stroking his cock. "You know he can poz you right?. I mean I would too, given the chance", Chad said while milking a massive ooze of precum from his big cock. "fuck that is hot Chad, does Bruce know you are in here with me?" I asked. "Yes, he is the one that emboldened me to go chat with you" Chad said while laughing. "fuck Chad" I said again. "I don't think Steve would want anything to happen between us". From behind me I heard Steve say, "I wouldn't bet on that boy.". I whipped around to see Steve there. "All I ask is that you get a picture of the deed being done, and no cumming Tim...that is for me", Steve said while gripping his cock. He turned and left Chad and I alone. "Now boy, put that drink down and suck daddy's cock", Chad said while holding his hard cock in his hand. I put my drink down and got on the floor in front of Chad. I milked his oozing cock and swallowed his precum goodness. I sucked on Chad's cock as best I could, stretching my mouth. when I had Chad's cock slick with precum and spit, he told me to get up and bend over....giving my ass to his tongue. Chad tongue fucked my ass for several minutes, leaving me weak kneed and both of us moaning. Finally he leaned back and said "You need to sit on my cock Tim". I turned and straddled Chad, with his big wet dick sliding between my ass cheeks. he said, "I want to give you my poz seed boy". I looked down and now I finally saw it, a bio haz tattoo right above his cock, faint, but it was there. I moaned and reached around to guide him into my wet ass. Chad's cock head was soaking my ring and he was pushing as I pushed out to ease his cock into me. With a final 'pop' his cock head was in me and I was slowly inching down on that big dick. Chad's hands went to my waist and he slowed my decent on his cock until I had him all the way in me. He let me rest there to get used to his size, which I needed. after a minute, Chad pulled me up the length of his cock and slid me back down again. This continued for several minutes until he picked up the pace of him fucking me! "do you like my cock boy?" he said. all I could do was get short words out in moans. "fuck...love...need....your...cum". "you are going to get all of it baby boy, deep in your pussy". he said and pulled me down on his big dick one last time. I could feel him swell bigger and bigger and then I felt the throbbing of his balls pushing that hot poz cum up this is massive cock to my waiting womb. he was breeding me. my second poz man in a week. what the fuck! 🙂 my cock was oozing between us but I wouldn't dare touch my dick as I would explode. in a minute Chad reached around and pulled his still semi hard cock out of my ass and I could feel his load ooze out of me onto his balls. Then I heard the snapping of pictures. I turned to see Bruce there, cock hard, and phone in hand. "Perfect", Bruce said. Chad pulled my ass apart and asked his man, "want in baby?". Bruce tossed his phone and stepped in closer to slide his now hard leaking cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe it. Bruce wasted no time in fucking me fully and hard, and soon yelled out he was cumming! he pushed deep and started cumming, leaning in to whisper, "Steve is so fucking lucky, take my cum deep boy". "give it to me daddy" is all I could muster. After Bruce pulled out, and more cum fell out, I gathered myself and headed to Steve's bathroom to get cleaned up, but before leaving I turned to Chad and Bruce. "thank you!! that was so fucking hot and I loved every bit and ounce of it". I left them kissing and whispering. more to cum....

chapter three it must have been less than 5 minutes with him lay there, exposed and hole starting to drip that toxic load out of him onto the cold club floor, but must have felt an eternity for my guy. I briefly looked up to see who was around and just as I did so someone came out of the dark and moved between my leaking partners legs. He was over six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and dressed head to toe in black leather. He stood out in the club as he clearly enjoyed the gym, but had just hit that sweet spot of toned, muscular but not overbuilt. He was wearing black boots, leather jeans and a black biker jacket open with nothing under it. I could see his amazing body and then there was that face, just a bit of stubble on his dark tanned skin and blue eyes that stood out in the dark. He was stunning, I could see that, but my man had no idea who was stood rubbing between his legs. I could tell the leather guy was shy, almost a bit of a newbie to the scene by the way he did not just help himself, but looked to me for approval. I moved down to stand behind him and leaned him a little closer in so he could kiss my boy. I must have unleashed an animal as the leather guy just started kissing and spitting into my guy's mouth. I started to rub his cock through his leathers and that's when I found it. He must have been at least 8 inches and was not even fully hard. I unzipped and lowered his jeans so his cock could rest against my boys lubed up cock and balls. He stood back up straight and leaned back to me asking “is this guy poz?”, “not sure now, he took a poz load earlier” was all I could whisper back. The idea of my guy being poz made me so hard. The leatherman carried on “that's cool then, was checking as I’m strictly poz for poz fucks”. That answered my question before I even asked it. He stepped back a bit and then just pushed slowly into his hole to the root. He was not going to hold off or take his time, he knew what he wanted, as my other half groaned deeply. He started to fuck his hole using the last guy's load as lube, the sling moved back and forth so he could push in and rock back and forth along with his cock. I stood back and watched, letting him just use my guy, who had not asked questioned or even checked i was still there. The leather guy was building speed and starting to talk dirty right in my guys blind folded face. “you like that raw dick in you? you want my cum? you REALLY want it? you want me to breed you? Tell me how badly you want it!” he said it “breed you” but would my other half work out what he meant? would he pull back in shock? The all I heard was his voice in the dark, “breed my fucking filthy loaded hole with your seed!”, what the fuck! This was so hot it pushed the leather man over the edge and he just pushed in deep, grunting slightly and his hips jolting as he shot stream after stream of poz cum into my guy. He stood there inside him for a few minutes to catch his breath, and then leaned forward to tell him “your one sloppy slut back there, and so fucking hot. If you want to see who just shot in you, just look for the leather man with the wet dick. I might need to get you in leather soon as it would suit your look if your up for it.” the only reply he got back was “ANYTHING you want to do to this body you can. You breed it, you own it”. With that, he kissed him deeply again, pulled his softening cock out of my guys hole, and vanished back off into the dark of the club.

...after laying out a while, and enjoying the sun nude, it is time for another cold drink. Steve offered to get us one, I said 'sure' and 'thank you'. Steve got up and grabbed our glasses, I noticed Steve was still semi hard...which he had been all morning by the pool. Thank goodness for my sunglasses as I get a great eye full view of that gorgeous swinging cock. "Be right back" Steve says as he saunters off. As I lay there, I can't help but think of Steve's cock. Just amazing to me, the girth and weight of it. Immediately my cock grows, and it takes all of my strength to not touch or stroke me. I know this is just a 'friendly' time by the pool, no sex is intended for sure. We are good friends, and both really enjoy our strength in having very open conversations...about everything! When we originally met on bareback RT, our friendship grew in place of a sexual encounter. I couldn't help but ask questions of you regarding your sexual escapades and desires...along with getting to know you as a person. Knowing you were poz just kept the conversation going for sure. Yes, we both knew our deep desires, but overall, we knew we connected on several levels...and it was very refreshing. Finally, after months of getting to know Steve, summer arrived and he invited me over for some sun and swimming. How could I refuse, some of my favorite past times! And here we are. We both knew that sex was not likely to happen between us, Steve was poz and I was neg. Of course, we flirt, how could we not?? We both love the same sexual types of things. As Steve strolled back out with our newly filled glasses, he seemed almost a little harder than when he left. I didn't mind a bit, and thanked Steve for the drink. "Looks like something got your attention while you were away" nodding at Steve's semi hard cock. He sits down and chuckles, telling me while he went to pee he remembered leaving a porn paused in his bedroom, Treasure Island media of course. As he went to turn off the TV he just had to stare at the scene a bit. "What was the scene?", I ask. Steve described the scene in 'what I can't see 2', of the older man fucking his blind folded boy from behind. I know it all too well, and we laugh. Steve then settles in his lounger I see him adjust his big cock and notice that he is now leaking. uh oh...not good! Steve's nipples are hard too...of course they are..it is a great video! Steve apologizes for leaking, but no apology needed, I know Steve's desires. All good! I can tell Steve is still thinking about the video because he is now rock hard...and leaking a lot more. I am getting excited as well so decide to turn over and get some sun on my back and ass. Steve tells me the worst thing would be to burn my ass cheeks. He asks if I want some sunscreen for my back and butt. "Sure, please." A benefit of having someone sunning with you. I hear him get up and open the lotion, squirting some in his hand. Steve starts to apply it to my shoulders and back. Feels great. He pops the top again, this time applying it directly to my lower back and across the top of my butt. His hands move around my lower back and then onto my ass cheeks. Kneading my ass as he applies the lotion. Of course, I am a flirt and push my ass up a little bit, not even sure if he notices, but soon his fingers brush my hole and I take in a breath. whoa...that felt great. As Steve continues rubbing my ass, and touching my balls from time to time, I suddenly feel Steve's heavy dick land in my open, upturned, palm. The weight of his cock is amazing, and of course now I feel his precum on my hand. Damn, my head is swimming. Soon enough he is done applying lotion but allow your cock to rest in my hand...."fuck that feels good Tim", but we both know it is time for him to lay down again! I release my grip on his cock and Steve slowly stands up, but his precum remains all over me. No problem there. Steven then lays back down and I turn my head towards him, easing up on my side. I see his cock is still swollen and amazing. I know he doesn't mind me staring at his cock ever, so I take full advantage. I reach out and get my drink. Still cold and so refreshing. Of course, my cock is hard now too...thanks to him and his touch. We start to talk some more, now just about anything else besides sex and porn. That helps...as both of our cocks start to settle down. We are laughing a lot about things, men, sex, websites, everything. Steve asks me if I had seen certain guys on BBRT...and then he describes why I might have seen them. Older, hung, poz top men....and then he describes some of them to me. I say, "I will definitely have to check them out", and wink at him. Soon enough it is time for another drink, and I ask Steve if he is ready for another. Drinking the last bit of his drink, he says 'sure' and hands me his glass. "I will be back in a few minutes" I say while grabbing his glass, then adding "unless you left your TV on" and we both laugh. "You can always turn it back on Tim, bedroom is down the hallway on the left", he smiles. I stroll into the kitchen, my mind flashing between the porn and the weight of his cock in my hand. Damn, is another drink really what I need? I smile. I open the freezer to get more ice and vodka, but then close it, thinking to myself, I must see that porn scene again, it has been a long time since I watched it. I stroll down to Steve's bedroom and enter. Of course, the TV is off. ha. damn! I notice his bed is roughly made. Steve’s desk and computer are in the corner, and it seems as though on his nightstand is a cock ring and bottle of lube. huh? A good night, I guess! I smile to myself. I find the remote to the TV and turn it on. Immediately the large screen is filled with the scene from the DVD. The older man's cock is clearly in his young boy, paused right there. I just stare at it...immediately getting hard! I turn the volume down a bit, and press play...just a minute I tell myself. The video starts again and the man is pushing his dick in and out of the b, wow! Fuck I love that video! I realize time is going by as the scene is getting closer to the cum scene, how long have I been standing here!?? Then I hear Steve at the door to the room, "it is good isn't it?". I turn and he is watching me watch the video, his gorgeous cock is rock hard and leaking again. "Sorry Steve, just needed a quick peek" "Not a problem at all Tim, I love that you enjoy it as much as I do", he smiles at me. I turn back to the video just before the older man slides in deep and cums hard in the boy. Damn that is hot. I could tell Steve moved in closer to me and the TV, but I thought it was to get a better view. As the next scene starts, I feel him behind me, his wet dick trails across my ass cheek. I reach back and take his hard dick in my hand, rubbing it all over my ass cheek. "Steve, we shouldn't" "I know Tim, I know. Let's just enjoy the video". So, we stand there watching. He behind me as I milk his cock all over my ass, moments later I feel his fingers tracing through his precum, down my ass crack and brush my now twitching hole. Soon Steve stepped in closer...rubbing is now wet cock up and down my ass crack..."should we get back to the pool and our drinks Tim?" "Fuck Steve", I said with a sigh. "I guess you are right", and I felt him pull away leaving a huge wet spot on my ass above my crack. Steve just sighed....and stroked his cock one more time. Then he reached for the remote and paused the movie where it was at, "I think I will be needing that later" Steve said while laughing. We both left his bedroom breathing hard and cocks bouncing as we walked. "Don't forget those drinks" Steve said while passing though the patio door. Off to the kitchen I went to get those drinks on ice and get back to the sun. Steve was right where he should be, in his lounge chair enjoying the sun. The only evidence of what had happened was a small pool of precum on his thigh where his now soft cock lay. "Thank you, Steve." "For what?" he said while looking up at me. "For not giving in to our desires", I said laughing. "Trust me Tim, if you were poz you would be carrying my load right now" Steve said while moaning softly. Of course, that is all it took to start my cock growing to full hardness again. "And I would be very happy for that sir" I said with a grin! Now it was time for his cock to now start growing. Steve reached down with one hand and gave his cock a good long pull, more precum oozed from his piss slit. The alcohol was definitely beginning to have an effect on my bravery and I asked Steve if I could taste his precum. Of course he said 'sure' as I thought he might. I got up off of my lounge chair and bent over his cock, took it in one hand and milked out another big drop, while looking Steve in the eye lapped that drop up with my tongue. Steve's precum was salty and very good! Without asking, I lowered my mouth to his cock and stroked for several more drops of his natural lube. "Fuck Tim, you are going to get my load if you keep doing that". I took my mouth off of Steve's cock, looked him in the eye and said "not yet baby" and set his cock back down on his leg with one final squeeze. I then straddled Steve on his chair, reached behind me and picked up his cock, laid it flat against my ass. I tweaked one of his nipples and bent down to kiss him deeply! Steve moved both of his hands to my ass cheeks and kneaded my ass like a pro. I felt his hand leave my ass, then his cock moved...then his hand was on my ass again, but guiding his finger to my tight ring, and what seemed to be lubed with his precum. slowly he spread me apart and inserted his finger slowly but steadily. I just moaned into Steve's mouth. I reached around behind me and took hold of Steve's wet cock. Steve pulled his finger from my ass and I placed his slippery cock head against my pulsing ring. "Tim, please don't. We can't fuck without a condom". "Steve, I want you in me, please fuck me" I felt Steve push his cock head past my ring and we both moaned out loud. "You are so fucking hot Tim, once I am in your ass, there is no way I can pull out". I pushed back on Steve's cock and felt the first few inches of him spread me open. "I know baby, please fuck me". I guess that is all the asking I had to do, Steve slowly sank his entire cock into me until I felt his sexy pubes brush my ass. I could feel his cock twitching has he rested there. "Don't move Tim, don't fucking move!" I lay on him, chest to chest as both of his hands were on my ass, cock buried deep in me, oozing precum inside of me I am sure. Within a minute, I felt him pull my ass up almost off his cock and pushed me down again, starting to fuck me in full lengths. My ass felt his oozing, making me wetter, but I was already starting to feel the rawness of his dick fucking me. I sat up....with him buried in me and eased off of him, immediately feeling the void where his cock was. I stood over Steve, "please fuck me from behind on your bed". Then started to walk towards the house. not looking back, but hearing him get off the chair. Entering Steve's room, I found the remote and pushed play to let the porn start up again. With deep moaning from the TV, I moved to his nightstand and grabbed the lube. I tossed it on the end of the bed, and climbed up on the mattress, on all fours...with my now red ass ring facing the door, waiting. Just behind me, Steve entered the room. I looked over my should and saw him there, stroking his cock. I knew what was coming! Steve walked to the bed....and immediately placed his cock in my ass crack, bent down and grabbed the lube. Then I felt the coolness dripping on his cock and my ass. Steve was rubbing his now wet cock between my crack, every once in a while, getting it stuck on my ring. "Tim, I am going to fuck you now...I have to. I will not pull out and you are going to take my poz seed. Are you ok with that?" "YES! sir" I almost yelled. "Good boy". Then he pushed the head of his cock back in my hole and proceeded to fuck me raw like he owned me. My cock was swinging semi hard, leaking precum/cum for the entire time...all I had to do was stroke it and I knew I would cum very hard! The man behind me was all I had thought of, imagining this scenario so many times in my head. Steve's pace was quickening, and I knew I would soon be rewarded with my first poz load, exactly how I wanted it too. Steve was talking very sexy now...very hot and honest while his hips pounded into my ass. "I am going to fucking breed you deep boy, give you my poz cum. Do you want my poz cum?" "Yes sir, please cum in me" "Good boy, here it comes". After a few more deep pushes, Steve buried deep in my ass and started cumming!!!!!! Holding my hips so very hard, making sure his cock was as deep as it could go. That is all it took for my cock to stiffen and shoot my entire load all over the sheets beneath me. Steve was panting hard, "I love fucking you Tim". I turned back to face him, his cock still in me, "I need to taste your cock Steve". He pulled out and I swung around to taste his still throbbing wet cock. Man, his cum and my ass...the most amazing thing. An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came!

The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

I'm still kinda buzzed and overwhelmed by it but really needed to share, if anything just to put it down and reassure myself it really happened. I haven't been actively chasing and the whole fetish has, until earlier this year been more of a kink/fantasy than anything else. But with COVID, switching jobs and not really meeting much I stopped taking my PrEP early into the year, there didn't seem any point as I wasn't meeting anyone. So when my last prescription ran out I never bothered getting any more. I told myself I could always get more when things changed. As time went on and restrictions lessened here in the UK I finally started hooking up again. To begin with I asked whoever I met to wear a condom, but it kept putting guys off and the occasions it didn't I remembered why I always played bareback, it just felt wrong and uncomfortable. The third time I hooked up this year it was me who slipped of the condom mid-way through as I needed to feel that raw skin against me. PrEP briefly crossed my mind but it never really became something I wanted to get, plus the questions from the clinic about why I'd stopped would be a pain. I kept having the occasional hook-up, now actively avoiding guys who insisted on condoms as I needed that feeling of bare skin inside me. I didn't ask guys their status and most of the time their profiles on Grindr or BBRT said they were on PrEP or UD. I'd changed mine to just say 'negative'. As I said, I wasn't seeking poz guys, pretty much every guy I met mentioned their status unprompted. Which brings me to today. I had the day off work and while things are again getting more restrictive there are still guys around looking for a no stings fuck, and I'm more than happy to offer that. I had some things to take care of this morning but lounging around this afternoon I was browsing through BBRT and a guy oinked me who was only 2 miles away. He was late 30s, slightly skinny, a little hairy and a bit more hung than average (but by no means some monster cock). His profile had "ask me" for both his status and what he was looking for, but as before I never bought it up. After a little bit of chatting (and getting myself ready) he said he could be round in 45 mins and to be ready in the bedroom (perfect for me, I hate the unnessacary chat). I finished getting ready, slipped into a jock and my harness and had a few shots of vodka to calm my nerves. When he arrived I buzzed him up and left the door to my flat open and dashed back to the bedroom. I hear him striping off in the hallway and he comes into the bedroom in his briefs. A tiny bit heavier than in his pics but plenty of people have put on a few extra pounds lately, he still looks good. The hard bulge of his cock is still visible through his briefs. It doesn't take long before his uncut cock is slipping down my throat and I'm in piggy slut heaven, My nose nestled into his trimmed pubes, his balls slowly slapping against my chin. He's nice and verbal and his encouragement of "yeah, take it all you slut" only makes me want more. As I'm taking a breath he gets me to turn round on my knees and his face is buried in my ass. I'm loving the sensation of his tongue opening up my hole and he's gently sliding a finger back and forth. He pushes a finger inside me exploring, it's soon followed by another. I feel a slight sharpness and gasp, he doesn't say anything and I feel it again. After only a few minutes of this I'm craving more, the animal lust of needing to be fucked is taking over, nothing is going to stop me from feeling him inside me. The vodka has helped loosen the edges on any inhibitions, and while I'm not drunk I'm feeling relaxed ... but so horny. "Please fuck me!" I beg, knowing that he's almost smirking when he hears me say it. "You're neg, right!?" he says. "Yeah, now please give me that cock!" I respond a little too quickly. I don't think anything of his question, I'm aching to feel him inside me, and he's just being cautious to ask. "You sure you want it?" I hear him say as his cock begins to press against my hole, I can feel his pre-cum hot and wet as the pressure increases. I take a hit of my poppers as he say "If you're really sure about it" and my hole gives up the last of it's resistance and stretches over his cock as it eases into me. I'm in heaven, finally having my inner slut sated, he's slowly working his cock into me and it's rubbing against my insides in the most exquisite way. As his pace slowly increases his dirty talk gets filthier, which I love! "Take that dick you sissy faggot!" "Cummon, I want to see you earn this load! This is what you've always wanted!" My jock is to one side and I'm slowly stoking my cock, But the pleasure that's building inside me is in my ass, I don't want to cum anytime soon, not while this guy is working my ass like he is. I'm pushing back against him, arching my back and taking deep hits of poppers. "You want this dirty load don't you slut?!" he yells. I pause mentally for the tiniest fraction, but it's just talk. I've heard guys say all manner of things while fucking. "Tell me you want this hot dirty load you fucking slut!" he almost bellows. "I need that dirty load inside me" I hear myself reply, almost as if it's someone else saying it. There's a miniscule part of my mind that picks up on something, but I couldn't stop now if I had a gun to my head. My orgasm is building and while it would seem impossible his cock feels even harder. "That's right you do, and you're gonna get it!" he says. "You don't care do you whore, you finally getting what you wanted all along!" My brain is barely functioning. I'm running on animal instinct and every cell in my body needs this feeling. The vodka. The poppers. Both have brought down any inhibitions, as waves of pleasure roll through me. I'm aware of what he's saying on some unconscious level but his words are just fuelling my desire. His hands are on my hips and he pulls me closer with every thrust. "You knew this day would happen, you've craved it for so long" the voice at the edge of my mind says, before I realise it's him. "Tell me what you want!". "I want your hot dirty load inside me" I respond, again my voice disconnected from the animal I've become. "Louder!" he shouts. "I want that filthy, dirty load" I yell back, my orgasm rising uncontrollably. "Say it slut!" he almost screams. "I want your dirty poz load inside me!" I scream back in return. Wait, what did I just say? I'm vaguely aware of what I said, but there's no longer a rational thought in my mind. It feels like some force has taken me over. I'm nothing but a slut that needs his seed in me. My orgasm is unstoppable, starting to push forward. "Again!" he roars. "Fuck that hot poz load into my cunt!" I howl in response. "Breed me with your poz load" "I need your dirty cum!" I cry out. My orgasm begins to roll through me, I'm vaguely aware of my pathetic cock spurting out but my hole feels electrified. I feel his cock pulse inside me as he pulls me towards him aggressively.. A warmth spreading through my cunt as my muscles twitch and contract. "Take it you dirty slut" he bellows, his voice gasping as he drives his cock somehow further into me. I feel more pulses inside me as he unloads his gift into me. His cock slides back and forth in my used hole. Finally he lets go of my hips and I collapse forward. His toxic cum sliding out of me as I fall into the bed. I feel both empty and full at once. My mind gradually begins to come back into focus, as I catch my breath. What did I say? I wouldn't have actually said those things.. would I? What did I just do? But my mind is aware of what happened, I know what I said. I hear noises behind me, the sound of jeans being pulled up, trainers slipping on. "Mmmm I do love to leave a cunt sloppy and pink like that" he says. "Maybe that'll take, maybe it won't. But it doesn't matter, you know you'll want it again either way. You'll beg me to come back". I look over my shoulder as he passes through the doorway. "You know where to find me when you want it again" the voice echoes in the hallway. I curl up on the bed, my hand snaking between my legs to feel the wetness of my hole. I bring it up my face to see in the dim light a pink froth on my fingertips. My thoughts race back to the sharpness of his touch as he fingered my hole. I just took a poz load into my torn ass from some stranger I met only hours ago, I began to cry as I curl up on the bed. But part of me knew what I had done, I could have stopped but that part of me wanted this.. no needed this. I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had cum harder than I could ever remember. The tears begin to stop. My mind keeps picturing the moment - his hands holding me, the pure lust of needing his cum. Again I reach back between my legs to feel my still loose hole and the toxic cum that is gradually leaking from me, I slide a finger inside the wetness, not thinking what I'm doing. Rubbing my insides. The tears are drying on my cheeks faster than his seed, still slick, against my thighs. My cock begins to twitch. I hate myself for thinking it, but he was right.... I will want him back.

'I am having a fag' has a completely different meaning in the UK to the US for example. If a UK smoker (a fag to most people here is a cigarette), said that in the wrong circles in the US, at best he'll get a strange look, but at worse who knows!

If you felt I was being disingenuous, I apologise. That was not my intention. I was merely supporting the previous post that it can be much muddier waters to navigate than we care to imagine. I’m old enough to remember when “queer” was one of the worst insults that could be hurled my way. Now it’s been reclaimed but there are still guys who detest it. So what to do? Not use it because a handful of older guys still find it offensive?

I could give a fuck about my little dick while I'm being knocked up. It's all about the tops cock and my hole... I do not like my little dick touched, often caged when I'm down, just like my hole pounded and flooded.

I'll set aside your use of some... questionable terminology and address the question. But before it can be answered, what does it mean to be "politically relevant"? At the top of the headlines? Honestly, why would we want to be? Seeing stories about "the gays" diminish means we're... well, we're mainstream. And isn't that what we wanted in the first place, to not be a talking point? To not be a headline? We've still got some steps to go, to be sure, but for the most part... well, congrats, kiddos. We made it! As far as needing our own JK? Don't we already have that in Milo Yann... Yanni... Yannop... Yannowhothefuckcares? Personally, I don't think we need to be "politically relevant", because that just means we're being weaponized by one side or the other. Or both, really.

This is a little off topic. When I had Covid over Christmas, I partially lost my sense of smell. Most things I could smell fine, but certain harsh, acrid smells just were gone. I couldn't smell body odor at all. I could barely smell Vicks Vapor Rub. And poppers had no smell at all to me. They still worked, but it was very hard for me to judge how big a hit I was taking.

I’m 64 my partner of 7 years is 26. He prefers 55+. We can find older tops frequently to breed him. Oldest I’ve seen breed him was 82. The boy loves his daddies and grand daddies.

AS you can see in my profile pic, I am very loose and capable of easily taking any size cock(s) as well as fists. I am a sex pig naturally but poppers, poppers take me to a level of sexually hungry and happy that cannot be matched. Plus, they help make me even looser than my size hungry ass already is. I got to a point where popperbating and gooning when I'm not having sex is thing. Between my husband and i there are poppers all over the house as he's as big a pig there as i am. I love the scent of Amsterdam poppers especially and they are my favorite high while I bate, ride my huge toys, or get my ass stuffed with cocks and hands.

Hell if that's the requirement then come live at my place and be a FWD house mate.

Part 3 Dad wasn’t home when I arrived, but one of the bikers from the night before was. He was laying down on the couch watching a kickboxing tournament, and a hand in his pants fondling his junk and a beer in the other, Since I had to get up early next morning, I resigned myself to sleep in Dad’s bed. Around 2 am, I felt movement as the guy tried to cuddle me. - Fuck you, I’m not gay. I said half-awakened, grabbing a pillow and moving back to my couch. I woke up at 5 and decided for a quick shower. Dad was still not there. The bathroom is in line with the bedroom and since it doesn’t have a door (I think dad sold it for weed at some point) so there was no way for me to take care of my morning wood. The warm water felt amazing. Pulling back the thin curtain, I found the guy sitting on the bed, facing me and jerking off rapidly. I grab a towel to cover myself. - Get a life, man. With a final grunt, the guy climaxes and just rolled on the bed showing his back. Large letters can be seen above his ass: “Cum Dump”, and above it a larger biohazard tattoo. I might not be gay, but living with my dad was much more instructive than any sexual education class, so I knew what the tattoos meant. I just hoped that Dad was taking his precautions. *** Leo didn’t say much about today’s job as I loaded the material in the van. - Hope you didn’t make any plan for tonight, boy, because I don’t expect we will be back before the wee hours of tomorrow. He didn’t say anything more about the job, but I suspected it wouldn’t be a corporate profile photoshoot. The drive wasn’t long, and we arrived at a deserted industrial area. Leo drove to the back of a condo-like warehouse and honk twice. The garage door opened, and Leo pulled back the van. The day was about to begin. Inside, there were 3 or 4 décor sets mimicking bedrooms. The last one was darker and look like a medieval dungeon. - I guess we are shooting porn today I tall lanky guy flanked by a really nice ginger bimbo greeted Leo. As they discussed logistics, I was day-dreaming about how she might look naked. My dick confined in my jeans was chubbing seriously. She was on her phone and completely ignoring us. It took us most of the morning to install everything. The first shoot was a lesbian session. Leo asked me to film from a certain angle. It was silly of me to be concerned about getting hard. It was hot for sure, but at the end disappointing. It was nothing like porn on the internet. The action was always interrupted. The girls would go at it for few minutes than stop to reposition, make-up, hair combing, etc. So, no erection. They weren’t even making a lot of sounds as most of it would be done at the post-production. The second session was a straight porno. It was hotter and had to adjust myself a few times. The Latino guy had an impressive dick. He pounded the girl with such force that she was emitting little high-pitched sounds similar to a poodle being strangled. - Take it, bitch The Latino gave few short and brutal thrusts, before pulling out. A flow of thick sperm was leaking from the angry red cunt lips. - Cut Then we did a series of shorter sessions, different actors, but mostly the same. Then we shot two hung guys screwing a small Asian girl almost non-stop in every way possible. That was hot. Then we stopped for quick bite around 3 pm. Leo had brought sandwiches and homemade iced tea for me, and water for him as he doesn’t like the tea flavor. I admit, the taste was horrible, but didn’t want to offend him and told Leo it was good. After all, he was nice enough to think about me. So, I got to drink the entire thermos as Leo kept filling my glass since “I like it so much”. A lot of the actors and actresses stopped by for a quick chat and thank us for our work. All of them knew Leo and made, what it seems, inside jokes with him. We started back with one of the hung guy with the same Asian girl. Then the second guy from the last session walked in and started making out with the other guy. - Aargh, bisexual gay porn! I don't hate gays. It's just not for me. And don't tell me I am not open-minded. After all, I do have a gay-slut as a father. Leo had put me next to the bed, under a series of spotlights. I had a full detailed view of a rimming battle between a pointy wet tongue and pinky dry tight hole. The result was imminent and obvious. Either the already long day was taking its toll on me or it was the heat emanating from the lights, but I felt warmer like when you start having a fever. We were at what I assumed the end of the session as the guys were breathing hard and jerking their cocks over the actress face, when a commotion can be heard at the back of warehouse. Leo motioned me to follow him and keep filming. Moving around didn't help, I felt few seconds of dizziness, and slightly warmer. Three guys came in with another guy in tow, hands tied up behind his back, a full-hood covering his head like a hostage on TV. They went directly to the dungeon set. The guy was stripped naked and once chained to the bed, the hood was removed. The hostage actor was gagged, tears on his face had not finished drying up, hair disheveled. He had terrified look and was mumbling through the gag. - Leo! Where is your assistant? The Latino guy from the first scene was shouting from an adjacent room. - He’s coming, replied Leo. Give me the camera and go help Caio. And wipe the drool at your mouth! I must have been drooling for while as my t-shirt showed a fairly large wet spot. In the room, Caio was standing and totally naked. - I need you to put my PA on my cock. I froze. He wanted me what? - I’ll call someone else to help you. - Nonsense. Get on your knees and put the jewelry on Cuntbuster. - Cuntbuster? - Yes, that’s my pet’s name. Caio started caressing his cock, almost stroking it. - Hurry up. We need to move. There is a virgin waiting for me on the set! Thanks to dad, I have seen my share of cocks in various shapes, sizes and stage of hardness and stayed away as I prefer pussies. I never been that close to a cock like this (even my own) and my hands were shaking. - First time? I simply nodded. - You will get use to it. Even with Cuntbuster, eventually. - No offense, but I don’t swing that side. - Every guy does. I am not sure what it meant by that, but I successfully slipped the PA in place. I was drooling again and wipe it to realize my fingers were all sticky with precum. Before I raised myself, the pair of hands grabbed my head and pushed it closer to the mighty Cuntbuster and its shiny PA with its impressive weight ball. dandling in front of me. - Since you are here, why don’t you fluff it a little. I will get hard faster when I got to fuck the little guy over there. - No way, I am not a cocksuc… The cock entered my mouth, tainting it with a foul salty taste, until it reach the back of my throat, triggering a natural gag reflex. - I wasn’t asking. Go on suck Cuntbuster a little. No one will know. I was trying to push him away and I was failing. His thighs were like steel and the strong grip on my head allowed him to slowly fuck my face. The constant movement accentuated the dizziness gave me retching. - No teeth or you will learn sooner why I gave it the name of Cuntbuster. I am not sure if the cock grew harder, but Cuntbuster was causing some damages as I can feel my tonsils hurting. - I know it’s not easy to please Cuntbuster, but I think he likes you. As Caio forced his cock in, he pulled it out the same way: him being in control. Like my mouth that was entirely painted with precum, only a small part of the cock (that was in my mouth) was covered with a thick coat of saliva. - It is very generous of you as it is the only lube the guy will get. I don’t know how long they were there, but two guys were observing the scene from the door frame. - Any good? One of the guys asked - Positively promising, responded a smiling Caio. As I passed the guys at the door, he told me in a mocking tone - If you suck cocks and you are getting paid for it, you know what it makes you, no? Yeah genius, I thought, it makes me a whore. Like the drooling idiot as I was, I followed Caio back to the set.

Chapter 4: The Discovery It was not a slick new car. Dean and Dayna both finished their final university years with Honors standing, and Ross came through with a gift that was far bigger and more unexpected than the sporty wheels the two of them had been envisaging. It also took a bit longer than they had expected, but he had let them know that the gift would arrive as soon as both of them were settled into financially stable careers. Dayna had no trouble landing a good office position with an expanding cruise line, while Dean soon nailed down a leading role in a firm which financed large real estate purchases for commercial clients all over North America. The gift came along with a clear, concise lesson in techniques to which they wisely gave their full attention. After all, Ross plainly hadn’t become and remained so wealthy on either a wing and a prayer or on pure blind luck. Armed with a blank cheque, each of the twins went house-hunting. Dayna wanted to stay in San Diego but get somewhere closer to the centre of town. Dean, on the other hand, had discovered a real soft spot for the smaller seaside town of Carlsbad up the coast, after spending a weekend there with friends. Ross came through with a 35 percent down payment on her condo and his house. To outward appearances, the twins had followed the expected path of young people in their situation, settling down to careers and homes. Marriages might reasonably be expected to follow. In reality, of course, both of them were struggling with the dynamics of dating, and for the same reasons. Dean had the bigger worry, as Dayna had pointed out to him on more than a few occasions, but she had her own need to be cautious about getting involved with someone. More and more, Dean found that he was consumed by the desire to try to discover how and why this peculiar trick had been landed on them. Dayna was less curious about that, but more worried about him and for him, due to his propensity for visiting people all over the country on nothing more than a wink and a nod, so to speak. The whole question of trying to figure out why it happened had led to a number of discussions between them, but no conclusive answers or decisions. Then fate stepped in and took the lead. It happened when Dean returned home from a wild weekend excursion to South Beach. It was pure bad luck that he popped up in nothing but a pair of tight glossy shorts just when he did. His mother was peering in the window by the door to see if he was home, since his car was in the driveway, but she had just rung the doorbell twice without getting a response. Dean was looking right at her when he popped into view. A knowing grin curved across her face as she knocked firmly on the door. Dean sighed -- and opened the door to admit her. Her opening words were entirely characteristic. “What died? Did you forget to take out the trash?” He laughed. “Plainly, I need to take a shower.” “Yes, you do.” “Be with you in ten, Mom – help yourself to the bar.” Ten minutes later, cleaned and dressed more appropriately, Dean sat down with his mother. “Mom, you’re not even surprised. You obviously knew.” “Of course.” “So… why haven’t we had this little talk sooner, rather than just before the week I turn 28? She nodded. “That’s a fair question. I’ve been wondering for years when something was going to happen. But tell me first, do we need to have this conversation with Dayna here too?” “I’d say so.” Dean grabbed his phone and messaged Dayna. R U at home & free now? Sure. Need to talk? “Is she busy?” Deidra asked. “No.” Deidra closed her eyes for a moment and Dayna appeared on the couch next to her. “What the fuck?” Dayna was understandably and forgivably startled to find herself suddenly sitting in Dean’s living room instead of in her own. Dean was hardly less surprised to see her there. Then she looked around at who else was present and her jaw dropped. “Mom, was that you?” Dayna’s voice was now both awe-struck and shaken. “Yes. I did that. I can shift other people, but not myself. Awkward. Dean, it’s pretty obvious that you can shift yourself around. Dayna, what’s yours?” For answer, Dayna closed her eyes and a cocktail glass appeared in her hand. “That’s what I was quietly enjoying at home – until suddenly I wasn’t.” Dayna’s tone carried a hint of reproach. “I think I might need something too, actually. Dean, could you…?” Dean walked over to the bar and poured a straight Scotch for himself. “Gin and tonic, Mom?” “Yes, thanks. Make it strong, please.” Dean came back with the drinks, handed the gin and tonic to Deidra, took a big gulp of his Scotch, and sat down with a slightly dazed expression on his face. Evidently, he was struggling to take it all in. “So all these years you’ve known that something was maybe going to happen to us – because it had already happened to you.” “Yes. In fact, I’ve been sure that it would happen -- just as this happened to my grandmother, and my mother, and her two brothers. But in the back of my mind, there was always this niggling doubt that maybe, just maybe, it would pass you by. So I kept quiet about it.” Dayna was starting to look a little mollified. “I guess that makes sense,” she admitted grudgingly. “But it didn’t pass us by,” Dean chimed in, “and now that we’re here, there are things I want to know. What about the rest of your family, Mom?” “Oh, yes, it got all of us. My Uncle Len – you might remember him from when you were little tykes -- had the same power as Dean. Uncle Ray was a shape-shifter. He could change his appearance, usually to become an elderly woman. Your grandmother, my mother Marcia, could move objects like Dayna can. My grandmother Lucy was a shape-shifter too. About her sisters, I don’t know.” Dayna asked the question that was forming in Dean’s mind as well. “Do you know how long this has been going on?” Deidra’s face clouded a bit. “Not really. If it came from anywhere, it would be my great-grandmother, going all the way back by the maternal line. My great-grandmother, Nora Ludlow, was a great one for keeping secrets, that’s for sure. Mom told me that she’d found out all kinds of intriguing things about her grandmother after Nora had died. My mom always suspected it had begun with Nora because there was no record or hint of anything before that.” Dayna spoke up. “Wait a moment, this sounds like it only passes on through the female members of the family. Not the men?” Deidra chuckled. “That would let Dean off the hook nicely, wouldn’t it? But I don’t actually know the answer to that. I’m an only child. Uncle Len had two step-children, and Uncle Ray was from the same tribe as Dean and had no children at all. My grandmother was one of three daughters, no sons. So it’s never actually been tested, as far as I know.” “Do you actually know anything about whether it came from your great-grandmother? Did your mother say so specifically?” “She told me that she’d asked her grandma once, and the only answer she got was, ‘You’ll have to ask the star man.’ Not very helpful.” “Ask the star man.” Dean pondered. “Kind of a weird thing to say.” “My thought exactly,” Dayna threw in. Dean looked at her oddly for a few seconds. “What’s wrong now, Dean?” “Dayna, have you ever noticed how often we’re thinking exactly the same thing, and how often we manage to…” “…finish each other’s sentences? I sure have. Mom, do you think that might be part of it too?” “I don’t know, Dayna. It might be an extra special something because you two are twins. Or it might just be an ordinary twin thing. Although there are times like this when the three of us are talking, and I can tell where one of you is going to take the conversation before you actually do it.” All three sat silent for a few moments, before Deidra went on. “Anyway, I’m glad to see that both of you have been so careful about keeping it under wraps. For sure, I had no idea whether anything had actually happened until you…” looking meaningly at Dean “…turned up the way you did just now.” Right on cue, Dean blushed. “Let me guess,” Dayna said drily, “He appeared in the house out of nowhere, underdressed to kill, and plainly fresh from some wild escapade in another city.” Deidra laughed and mockingly held her nose. “I wouldn’t say fresh at all. Phew!” Dean rolled his eyes. “For your information, it was a party in South Beach and the bathroom was somewhat full – I’ll let you fill in the blanks – which is why I decided to save showering until I got home. If people would let you know when they are planning to drop in….” “…or if people would have the good sense to materialize in their own bathroom instead of on the main floor.” Dayna was plainly enjoying taking a couple of little digs at Dean. She owed him a few, anyway, because of his jabs at the products of her latest preoccupation, an art class. Deidra laughed – but then she got serious again. “I’m sure both of you understand about the importance of keeping this a secret for as long as you possibly can. As I have done both with your father and with Ross. That took a lot of self-discipline, let me tell you – but it can be done. And Dean, not to sound like I’m picking on you in particular, but I can tell you that the more you use it, the harder it is to avoid using it at the wrong moment.” This time Dean didn’t roll his eyes. “I know. I’ve already had a couple of near misses when I slipped up.” They finished up the drinks, and Deidra and Dayna left, Deidra giving Dayna a ride back down to the city, with Dayna holding her now-empty cocktail glass. She couldn’t help chuckling at the thought that a single used cocktail glass could lead to some interesting questions if the police happened to stop them for any reason. Dean was left alone with his thoughts and concerns. It was true. Of the three of them, he was the only one using the power on a regular basis – really too regularly. He was treating it as a normal part of his life and getting careless as a result, like the time he materialized jammed up too close for comfort against a couple of older guys at a Pride event in P-town. Fortunately, he had laughed and charmed his way out of that one. Charming guys was a specialty of his, but it would have been a lot worse if he had appeared in front of the two men instead of pressed firmly up against the butts of what were plainly a pair of top bears. They’d growled and glared at him pretty fiercely, and he’d deserved that. It was definitely time to do some serious research into his family. Dean sat down with his tablet and set up an account with Ancestry, then began plugging in names and dates to see what would come up. After an hour or so, he had everyone traced as far back as his great-great-grandmother, and a generation or two beyond her. She’d been living in Chicago, he knew. Using the date, he searched and found an obituary. It mentioned that Nora Ludlow had passed away at the age of 49 in a hospital. When he searched the name of the hospital, he found that it was an insane asylum. He thought about that for a minute or two. Plainly, something had happened. Had Nora actually gone crazy and become delusional with her talk about a star man? Or was insanity the diagnosis if she became careless and talked too much about something the doctors couldn’t make any sense of? He thought the second theory was the more likely one. He couldn’t make anything clearly out of the “star man” bit, but it was obviously true that something extraordinary, in the most literal sense, had invaded their family’s genes. Weeks later, after talking to his mom again and going through some boxes of old family papers, that his mom had put into storage, he stumbled by chance on a letter his great uncle Len had written to Dean’s grandmother. In it was this sentence: “I hated to have to do it to Grandmother, but it was the only choice. She was talking too much and putting all of us in danger.” It sounded as if Len had gotten his grandmother committed. It would have been easy to do, especially if she’d been talking about a star man and – what was her power again? He turned back to the letter and scanned on down. “When she told the doctor that she could move things around, that made it all so simple.” There it was. Nora had talked – and she’d been locked up in a hospital for the insane, committed by her own grandson. Her granddaughter, Marcia, had carefully concealed this information from Nora’s great-granddaughter, Deidra. Dean shuddered a bit at the thought of an old-school asylum and what abuse and mistreatment his ancestor Nora might have suffered there. Despite his propensity for party-hopping, and despite fucking around at every chance he could get, Dean was no fool. He was now beginning to feel seriously frightened, sensing that Dayna had been right, and that his luck was going to run out. His entire family had been forced into hiding their true nature for generations, for their own self-protection. But he had been far too careless. He’d had so many near misses – how much longer could he get away with those slip-ups? Nor was Dean under any illusions about his likely treatment, if he got caught out doing his thing. It would probably be much nastier than what had happened to Nora. Dayna’s trenchant remarks years earlier about dissection tables might not even be the worst of it. Dean knew that his mother was right, that he needed to discipline himself, and stop treating this weird power as a merely convenient substitute for more normal methods of travel. But on the other hand, the circuit season was heating up. There were several big events coming along that he’d planned on attending. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to fly instead (he certainly could), but that flying was so damned slow and inconvenient. But he supposed he’d have to do it. He struck a compromise with himself. He’d fly to the ones that were a month or two out, but the big gathering in Atlanta, no. That was only a week away, and there was no way he’d get even a halfway-tolerable airfare, or a routing that didn’t involve multiple stopovers, on such short notice. “Okay, then,” he said to himself, “Atlanta it is, but let’s find some air tickets for the other ones.” A week later he materialized in a dark corner of a favourite hotel’s lobby in Atlanta, with a small carry-on bag in hand. Once he’d gotten checked in and established in a room, he prepared to go. This time, he sedately walked out the door and down the street to the convention centre. A quick visit to the extra-large cloakroom and he had checked his outer clothes and was ready to party. The huge auditorium was full of guys, all ages, all kinds of clothing, all of them sweaty and giving off that unmistakable smell of raw man and pheromones. As always, Dean found the air intoxicating – and he knew he wasn’t the only one. He got himself a drink, and relaxed against a wall, scoping out the crowd as it formed and shifted and re-formed in front of him. A good mix, he thought, with plenty of younger guys, a good selection of guys about his age, and plenty of good-looking older ones. He finished his drink and walked into the crowd, beginning his signature dance moves which were now much better than the average of the guys around him. The DJ was spinning some great house music and his body was responding on peak form. Dean liked music, he enjoyed moving to music and letting the beat rule him, and it clearly showed. In no time, he’d collected a small sub-crowd of younger guys. One or two of them attracted him a bit, but it was obvious that they were newbies, and he wasn’t in the mood for teaching the basics to `raw novices. As the night wore on, he moved slowly from group to group, spending time hanging with different guys, and falling into dance moves with some, then conversing with others when he went to refuel at the bar. His California tan was showing to advantage with the sweat glistening on his skin, especially with so many winter-pale northerners around him. By eleven o’clock, Dean was having a field day, having found himself drifting into the middle of a crowd of slightly older guys who were quite taken with his trim young body. Nor did he mind staring at them, since these guys had well-toned bodies and some definitely pleasing bulges and asses among them. In no time, they were all dancing up a storm in a tightly packed group. Dean particularly enjoyed being sandwiched between two hung guys with his cock rubbing against the butt of the guy in front of him while the guy behind humped against his spandex-clad ass. Dean plunged his hands down the waistband of the guy in front, playing with his cock, while the guy behind did the same to him. Then Dean transferred one hand to the guy behind him and found his cock already hanging out and prodding insistently at his butt. Dean could feel the spandex shorts sliding down off his ass and the man’s cock digging into his crack. He looked around and nobody was noticing. In fact, he was pretty sure that some of the other guys around him were also getting fucked by this time. In any case, the tight-packed circle of men around him were blocking anyone farther away from seeing what was happening. Dean leaned back and moaned as the cock slowly penetrated his ass. Meanwhile, the guy in front of him was gyrating against his bulge and had started to slide his own briefs off. Dean pulled down the front of his shorts, and let his cock pop out, then pulled the guy back against it. The man pulled his briefs right down, grabbed Dean’s cock, and jammed it deep inside himself. Just like that, Dean found himself in the middle of a fuck sandwich on the floor of a massive Atlanta dance party, right out in the open in plain sight of everyone else there. It was a totally wild sensation, and a massive turn-on for him. He’d been in a few orgies after that memorable first one at the pool party in Palm Springs, but he had never had sex so completely openly in public for the whole world to see it – and it was making him incredibly horny. The three of them swayed together as a single unit, cocks sliding in and out to the insistent beat of the house music. It didn’t take long for the three of them to get fully heated up. Dean blew two massive loads in five minutes, the first one up the ass of the guy taking his cock, and the second one on the floor after that guy left to go and shit his load out. It was crazy. He’d never cum a second time that quickly since he was a desperately horny teenager, and here he was – already feeling the sexual tension mounting in his balls for a third round. This time, another guy in the group dropped to his knees and swallowed Dean’s cock, while the guy behind him increased the force and speed of his strokes, pounding fast and hard into Dean’s hot hole. The guy blowing Dean was busily beating his own cock at the same time. It was all going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. Dean yelled aloud and blasted down the throat of the guy blowing him, the contractions of his muscles forced his fucker to shoot off a huge load inside his ass, and the guy on his cock gulped and swallowed as his own cock erupted all over the floor. After a minute, they slowly separated. All three of them had that “all gone” look on their faces which said, clearer than any words, “What an awesome fuck!” They hugged and kissed as the group slowly opened up and spread out, revealing two loads of sperm on the floor but no other sign of what had just happened. Dean stood there, unsure of his next move. And that’s when the hand tapped him on the shoulder. “Well. That was an interesting show you just put on. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. That was a lot wilder than what I saw and felt the last time I met you -- Dean.” Dean spun around, trying to make out the face of the man who’d spoken to him. What he saw clearly first was the halo of black curly hair around the face. “Joey?”

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Going Home 4 After being on display, I now felt at ease being led on a leash making our way through the crowd. I didn’t care anymore... everyone here had seen me and it would soon be known around town. My cunt began to ache watching the fucking grinning bare-chested skin just looking at me. His smooth chest was highlighted with a blue swallow on each pec diving down as if to feed on each of his thick tits. Jac stood there with thick muscled legs spread apart, boots firmly planted on concrete floor staring at me and then down to the thick outline of his cock stretching the worn and thin fabric of his yellow piss and cum crusted jockstrap. Then, I saw a rubbered-up skin approach him with a beer. I hesitated... It was boy, one of Matt’s pack. It had been a while since I had the ginger skin and, by the looks of him now, his Daddy had been working on his mods. The rings on his tits had obviously been up-gauged and stood out from his rubber harness edged in yellow with matching laces on his 10-hole rangers. His black rubber jockstrap shone with a bright yellow stripe that bulged out from the heavy ball weight gripping his sac. “C’mon, Sammy.” Daddy ordered, pulling me forward into view of the laughing boy. “Fucking SAMMY?!” boy chuckled, taking a swig of beer and looking me over with a smirk. “Been a while, mate.” “You know this one, boy?” Jac laughed. “Of course, he does...” came a chuckle from behind us.... It was Matt. “Sammy’s had the pleasure of my pack.” Turning around, I saw Matt in a totally different light from the usual. Much like me, he was in his 40’s, 6’1”, 210 lbs. with black hair, piercing blue eyes and a dark scruff on his face. He stood there booted as I took in the leather harness showing off his muscular pecs that showed off his ringed tits. I glanced down to his leather jockstrap bursting at the seams from his cock and balls remembering the pleasure on the faces of his pack as they serviced the alpha. “Dan... good to see ya! I heard you were back in town but didn’t know about this.” he said, grabbing my Daddy in a bear hug and motioning to me. “What can I say? I missed my cuntboy.” Daddy chuckled, his hand wandering down my cunt and fingering it. “And yours? I heard you got yourself one too.” “Well, more so a pair of cunts now...” Matt smiled stepping aside to reveal his prized possessions. “Goddamn Matt!” Daddy exhaled seeing the pair being led by chain leashes attached to thick septum rings. His hands roamed their smooth taught muscled bodies showing the results of hours of work put into becoming objects of pure sex. He traced the matching swirls of dark ink tattooed on their harnessed pecs with his calloused fingers... one edged in yellow and the other in kelly-green. He marveled at the large gauged rings permanently placed through their thick pig tits before moving to the shorter of the two. He stood at 5’11”, 195 lbs. with short buzzed brown hair... his emerald eyes showing his desire to serve. “This is cunt,” Matt proudly said. Daddy held the stretched out yellow pouch barely holding the melon-sized engorged sac underneath the thick but impotent tina dick and took hold of the sac... “Doesn’t feel like saline,” Daddy said grabbing the sac tightly causing cunt to growl. “Permanent...” Matt responded with a smile. “Fuck Matt! Beautiful... and the other?” Moving to the taller one, he stood looking up into a pair of obedient grey eyes. Standing at 6’4” 250lbs. with a black buzz cut, this one was another piece of perfection. I watched as Daddy moved down his pecs to solid abs and grab the almost flattened green mesh jockstrap searching for cock flesh. I saw him chuckle as he felt the cage surrounding the roided nub of a once powerful cock hidden in the folds of shrunken sac. “That’s cunt whore... caged and cock’s even more useless than cunt’s here.” “That so?” Daddy chuckled, releasing the useless mound and looking at me to gauge my reaction. “Yep...nothing but cunts now. Show him,” Matt ordered brusquely and they turned to present a pair of thick permanently erupting cuntlips on each of them. “Like I said... cunts.” “Fucking perfection!” Daddy laughed, slapping Matt on the back and handing him a beer. “So... Dan,” Matt said studying me. “Have to admit, that look’s an improvement but I could give you some pointers. You should see my puppy. He’s being prepared to show at the moment.” I winced hearing them discuss me and knowing Matt’s penchant for body mods. Not only had he totally transformed these three into perfect sexual objects, he transformed another one into an incredible human pup with a cock capable of knotting itself to any cunt. We stood there for a bit drinking. At some point, Jac ended up behind me teasingly rubbing his mesh pouched cock against my ass. Moving my hands behind my back, I reached to feel the hardness of his cock as I took in the room. It was hot and musky with a feeling of masculine sexuality pervading the very air. That’s when I felt the metal shafts protruding from the bottom of the shaft... I quickly pulled my hand back as he pulled me into his pecs. “That’s right, cunt... you’re gonna feel my cock splitting you open.” he growled into my ear. Looking to my side, I saw boy and Frankie on their knees servicing Matt’s cock... Matt was a master of getting his cock in every sub... no doubt at some point Frankie’d be visiting his dungeon and I felt a twinge of jealousy. Feeling a strange hand gripping my crotch, I turned to face Greg leaning over my shoulder and whispering in Jac’s ear before licking the sweat off my neck. “Enjoy Sammy.” he grunted and slipped away. “OK cunt, time for us to do our thing.” Jac whispered in my ear before pulling another bullet out of his boot and handed it to Daddy. “A little extra Boss, for the gift.” he growled, before pressing his hand between my ass cheeks, causing me to jump. Seeing my reaction, Daddy laughed taking hit and passing it around. “Go on...” “Boss,” Jac nodded, grabbing my leash and wrapping it around his tatted hand before leading me into the darkness. Walking down the dimly lit hallway, I could hear the sounds of sex begin to grow louder. Still on we went until the sounds began to quiet again... I knew then what was to happen. Once we reached the heavy metal door, Jac forced the door open, leading me into the large room painted completely black. The boom of the metal door closing echoed throughout as my eyes struggled to adjust to spotlights shining over the raised center stage. “C’mon... cunt...” Jac growled, forcefully pulling me up the staircase to the center of the stage and securing me to the floor by my leash and walked to the dimly lit edge of the stage. “Fuck...” I moaned, desperately wanting to go to him. God was beautiful. His thick tits surround by pink half-dollar sized areolas on his alabaster white rock-hard pecs stiffened. Slowly, Jac approached me until he was just inches out of my reach. He stood there looking down on me with an air of superiority placing his polished boot within reach. Greedily, I leaned in and placed my cuntmouth on the cap of his boot and tasted the sharpness of the boot black. The mate was next and I quickly moved to it, covering it in the juices of my cuntmouth. My breathing grew ragged as I moved up the shaft of the boot and began caressing his muscled legs. I continued up towards the object of my desire as the scent of musk, piss and cum filled my nostrils. Inhaling deeply, my lips finally made contact with the stretched material encasing his bulging crotch. “Fuck!” Jac hissed from the sensation of my cuntmouth moving over the rigid outline of his cock. His left hand firmly grasped the back of my head and pulled me in as he leaned down to take hold of my right tit with his other. Letting out a moan, my cuntmouth opened wide and took hold of the mound. I began to chew and suck juices now leaking out.... Holding my cuntmouth against his rigid cock, he tightly gripped my head like a vise and hissed between clenched teeth... “Goddamn!!! Use that fuckin cuntmouth boy!” I obeyed and continued on the straining mesh pouch before working my way up to grip the waistband with my teeth. My chin now hitting his engorged cock, I began to lower the waistband “Yeh, cunt... tell Jac what you want.” “Cock...your cock...” I struggled to plead. I continued on my mission... slowly exposing the base of his thick cock and down the long shaft to finally release the enormous head with a sharp slap to my forehead. “All the fucking way!” I quickly pulled it down past his thighs to the floor only to have him step out of it and hold my head to the floor with his heavy boot. “A’right cunt... get up here and suck my cock.” he growled, releasing me from my leash, and stepping back. Immediately, I rose to my knees and saw Jac’s totally exposed package. “Fuck!” I moaned, seeing the throbbing cock rise and fall to show the Jacob’s Ladder running down the length of the thick shaft. Without a thought, I crawled quickly to him and moved to take the cock before feeling the sharp slap against my face. “DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION, CUNT?!” he bellowed. “No, Sir,” I responded, lowering my head to the floor. “Sorry, Sir. Please...” “A’right you worthless cunt, I want to feel your warm cuntmouth... get up here and suck my cock.” Raising my head, I placed my lips over the thick helmet and slowly moved down the shaft, feeling the bumps of the Jacob’s Ladder against them. “What the fuck you waiting for?!” he yelled, grabbing my head and forcefully guiding it in and out of my cuntmouth. Trying not to gag, I opened my throat to swallow the studded cock as he pounded my cuntmouth. The faster the strokes, the more I began to moan, wanting to feel the metallic cock in my cunt and I sucked harder. After a good amount of face-fucking, he pushed my head off and I heard the motorized sound of chains clinking. “Need to try your other cunt now...” A sling suspended by four heavy lengths of chain came down from the rafters. Jac pushed me backwards on my knees with a booted kick towards the sling. “Up.” Now standing, Jac pushed me back onto the sling and restrained my wrists. Next, he secured my head to the sling... completely immobilizing my head in a strapped hood. Making his way down, he stood between my legs and secured them exposing my cunt. He moved in and began slapping the pouch securely holding my caged cock and sac with one hand. With the other, he sank two of his long fingers inside me and spread them. “Nothing but a cunt...now, Sammy. Besides Dan and, I assume Frankie, when was the last time you took a cock in your cunt?” “Fuck!” I moaned, feeling his opening me up. “14 years!” “Did you miss it?” he asked slipping a third finger into me... ”Be honest.” “YES! YES! I MISSED COCK!” I yelled, finally saying it out loud, no longer denying anything. “Good answer cuntboy... cuntboys will always need cock...” he smiled, bending down and pulling a large dosed rig from his boot and moving to the head of the sling. “I think that answer deserves a reward.” “Shit yes!” I moaned, watching him tighten the tourniquet around my bicep and slam me. The rush was immediate and I began to see stars as my ears rang. My body was on fire and my hips began to buck and expose my throbbing cunt while my head struggled to take Jac’s cock. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged, wanting to feel Jac’s studded cock shred my cunt. “Yeh?” Jac laughed, now standing between my spread legs and holding the object of my desire in the palm of his left hand. “Think you can take this?" “Yeah!” I begged ... my eyes darting down to the shaft as I felt him begin slipping one, then two fingers into my cunt. “Fucking want to feel that cock shred my cunt!” “Fuck Sammy,” he laughed... “You are one twisted cunt.” growled slipping a third finger inside me and spreading me open. I continued to beg until Jac pressed his throbbing cock at my cuntlips, until he broke through. “Oh God!” I groaned, feeling the metal sliding against the walls of my cunt until he disappeared completely inside me. “So good... so fucking good!” “Fuck yeh... you’ve taken it all.” “Goddamn, Sir!” I moaned, squirming and enjoying the feeling of cock inside me as his crotch rubbed against my cage. He began to thrust into me.... slowly at first and then increasing in speed. I couldn’t get enough of his cock and I began to fill the room with my ecstatic cries as he gave me the rut of my life. I felt every laddered cock fuck he gave me. Suddenly, he pulled out and walked away. Left hanging there, I began to panic fearing I had done something wrong and would not get his load. “Please!” I begged profusely... “Fucking breed my cunt!” Returning, Jac stood next to my face with his sweaty jock in his hands. He began slapping his engorged cock against my lips; but with every move I made towards it, he pulled back. “Open up,” he ordered. I opened up, thinking he was going to fuck my face again but Jac shoved the ripe jock into my cuntmouth and I began to suck on the soaked mesh, swallowing the rankness. I had been broken further and I knew my Daddy had ordered this. “Fucking no good spun cunt!” Jac sneered and secured my head further until all I could see were the metal chains of the sling above me leading into the darkness. Moving towards my cunt again, he shoved his throbbing cock in one thrust to the hilt burying it into my welcoming cunt. The rutting began again... this time more painful that before and I gripped the jock with my teeth to prevent me from screaming out in a combination of pain and ecstasy. It continued until I felt him slowly pulling back until only the very tip of his cock remained. Jac then grunted and hit my ass cheek with a hard slap and pushed his cock back into my cunt. Feeling the sudden invasion, my body stiffened and my cuntlips tightened as he repeated the process over and over again... my ragged breath covered the now soaked jock revealing the pleasure I was experiencing. Jac continued fucking me as I gripped the chains with my sweaty hands and looked up into the darkness as my cunt pulsated. Jac’s thrusts began to slow and length, signifying he was close. Willing my cunt to tighten around the shaft, I began to moan loudly as I felt the metal bars against the now raw walls of my cunt. “Fuck yeh, cunt! Take my fucking load!” he yelled shoving his cock to the root inside me and depositing a huge load before falling on top of me. We remained like that for a bit... my skin master inside of me. “Yeh, good little cunt....” he sneered, slowly removing the studded shaft from my cunt. “Hold that load, cuntboy.” Suddenly, Frankie appeared above me and smiled, gripping the jock and removing it. “Swallow...” Frankie ordered releasing the straps securing my head and squeezed the dripping jock into my cuntmouth before climbing onto the sling. Turning to face Jac’s spent cock, Frankie slid his cock into my cuntmouth and let out a torrent of chem piss while he cleaned the remnants of my fuck juices from Jac’s cock. Dehydrated from the chems, I greedily drank it down and began sucking on the now hardening cock. “Goddamn cuntpig!” Jac moaned, feeling Frankie’s tongue over the studded shaft of his cock before letting the contents of his bladder explode down Frankie’s throat. There I was, my cunt full of cum and servicing a cuntboy’s now hard cock while he was swallowing piss and I knew my place in the world... Frankie continued fucking my cuntmouth as the last drops of Jac’s piss flowed down his throat and I heard Daddy growl... "I'm takin that cunt of yours, boy.” “Fuck yeh, Boss! Thank you!” I heard Jac groan as Daddy’s strong arms wrapped around his hips and pulled him back onto his cock. Jac rocked back and forth, impaled on Daddy’s cock, his tits pulled and stretched as a look of rapture overcame him. Gripping Jac’s hips tightly, Daddy fucked him slowly, with long deep strokes. “Fuckin do it! Boss!” Jac pleaded as Daddy changed pace and began pile-driving his cock into the skin’s cunt. By this time, Frankie had released me and pulled me down to the platform and gripped my head, forcing me to watch Jac’s fall. “Watch Sammy,” Frankie laughed as he shoved his cock back inside me and held a silver bullet of T to my nostril. “Daddy’s gonna have another...” I took a dose in each nostril and grunted, thanking my cuntbro. My attention going back to Jac I watched as he was now doing all the work... forcing himself back onto Daddy’s cock, begging for more. We could see how Daddy was enjoying us watching, more than once Daddy slowed himself down to hold himself from unloading into Jac. “Fucking hot cunt. I’ve wanted it from the first time I saw you.... Fucking cuntskin.” Daddy grunted. Daddy continued... pulling completely out and shoving his slimy cock fully into Jac as the cunt gaped and shut quickly with each attack. We could see the waves of bliss overcoming Jac... “Like that Sammy,” Frankie snarled, pounding me faster and faster. “Fuck yeah! Frankie...” I growled watching the look on Jac’s face as I took Frankie’s cock. We continued watching as my body felt renewed from the cock invading my cunt. I began to claw at the floor, wanting to be... no needing to be fucked at the sight of Daddy and Jac. “OH GOD, Frankie... fuck my cunt!” I begged, beginning to tighten around the invading shaft of my cuntbro. “Yeah Sammy?” he grunted, “Fucking hungry cunt, huh?” “Shit yeah! Feed my cunt, cuntbro!” I pleaded wanting to his load to be mixed into Jac’s fresh load. “Do it!” My eyes fixed on the sight before me, Frankie began to pummel me. With each slam, my cock cage would hit the floor and cause me to wince. “Fuck yes! Harder!” I begged, feeling the pain, causing my cunt to tighten. No longer being able to hold back, Frankie slammed himself down into me and exploded as Jack began to tremble. “OH FUCCCK!” Jac yelled out, his body spasmed, his cock gushing a load of cum onto the floor. “Yeah, JACKIE... show my boys how much you love my cock.” Daddy growled shoving his cock deeply into his new boy’s cunt. Immediately, the urge overcame me and I escaped Frankie’s cock and scrambled to the puddle of hot cum and began licking it up. As Daddy pulled out in an attempt to continue the fucking, Jac’s spasms and wave of pleasure decreased, Daddy pushed him to the floor and buried himself in Jac, quickly pounding his cunt. Soon, the four of us were a rolling mass of bodies... I swallowed Jac’s cock, sucking and worshipping, as Frankie stroked the studded shaft with his tongue while Daddy gripped Jac’s waist and continued splitting his cunt open. His body now overwhelmed, Daddy gave a hard, deep shove and shuddered... “Fuck yes! Take my load, cuntskin,” he roared, throwing his head back as he shot deep inside his new boy. Feeling the trembling cock shooting deep inside him, Jackie’s now engorged cock became rigid and flooded my cuntmouth as he stared down below at Frankie and me sucking him clean. Immediately, my cuntmouth closed around Jackie’s softening cock and began swallowing the piss released by Daddy’s fucking. I was in heaven... my cunt was full of cum and thirst for piss had been reignited. Frankie and I remained at Jac’s crotch as Daddy’s sac swung back and forth hitting my cuntbro and I as his cock remained embedded in Jackie. Slowly, we all fell to the floor, bodies intertwined, and relaxed for a bit. Slipping a couple of fingers into Jac, Daddy was the first to say anything... “JACKIE,” he emphasized, “I think we all need a drink...” “Yeah, Boss...” Jackie smiled, acknowledging the name. Slowly, we rose, geared up and made our way back to the bar. Along the way, men stood at the doorways to the other rooms smiling... puddles of cum on the floor beneath them. On we went... until we approached the closed bar door. Daddy grabbed the handle and motioned me to enter first. Entering, the usually loud room was quiet as the men turned toward us... Suddenly, there was a roar of applause as the large screen above the bar flickered on and the video of me being led into the room by Jac... now Jackie... appeared and would be played nightly. Daddy stood behind me and held me tightly as Frankie and Jackie stood at our sides... both now collared. “C’mon boys,” Daddy smiled... “We’re going home.” The End

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Laying Out With Steve Part 3 Chad pulled my ass apart and asked his man, "want in baby?". Bruce tossed his phone and stepped in closer to slide his now hard leaking cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe it. Bruce wasted no time in fucking me fully and hard, and soon yelled out he was cumming! he pushed deep and started cumming, leaning in to whisper, "Steve is so fucking lucky, take my cum deep boy". "give it to me daddy" is all I could muster. After Bruce pulled out, and more cum fell out, I gathered myself and headed to Steve's bathroom to get cleaned up, but before leaving I turned to Chad and Bruce. "thank you!! that was so fucking hot and I loved every bit and ounce of it". I left them kissing and whispering. After cleaning up in Steve's bathroom and getting dressed in my skimpy thong, I exited Steve's room. Upon entering the living room Chad and Bruce were gone but I could definitely see spots on the couch where pools of cum had landed. The memory flashed in my head of what had taken place with that gorgeous couple, I started getting hard once again. I had to quickly head to the kitchen and get my mind on something else. Steve was in the kitchen talking to another friend of his when I entered. I walked straight to Steve and kissed him deeply. The friend exited saying something about 'privacy', but I was glad we were alone. Steve's hand drifted to my ass cheeks and moved the thong from my ass crack. My hand went to Steve's big cock and I felt him getting hard in my hand. When Steve's fingers finally entered me I moaned into his mouth and pulled away. "Thank you baby", I whispered to Steve. Steve just smiled and said, "I thought you would enjoy those two and I am glad you all were able to make it happen." I could feel Steve's cock hard as rock now. "Please fuck me now baby, I need your cock in me". Steve answered, "not yet Tim, but soon. I want you and need to cum in you again". He continued, "fuck, they really filled you up, didn't they boy?". "Yes daddy, so full...I loved it and can't wait for you to add to their hot cum". Steve growled a little, "I know baby boy, soon" Removing his fingers from my ass he said, "Lets fuck a little later boy. I need it bad, but want to make sure everyone is still having a good time". I patted Steve's big cock, knowing he is leaking already, and said "yes sir. let me make some rounds to see what people need". Steve patted my ass one more time, "thank you Tim". I left Steve in the kitchen, my hard cock was still obvious, but I didn't really care at this point. My poor thong did it's damnedest to keep my cock bound and restrained. As soon I was outside I noticed a lot of men were now naked, most semi hard but just talking with other men. In one corner of the pool a hot older man sat on the edge and a younger guy sucked his cock, others watched with enthusiasm to see him blow in the guys mouth. Another area, under a bigger umbrella one guy was riding another man, bareback, and some were standing around stroking their cocks and watching. While those two scenes held some focus, for the most part men were enjoying the drinks, conversation, and sun. I walked around, my dick slowly shrinking, and asked if anyone needed anything. A bunch of polite 'no thank yous', and an occasional comments such as "yes, your sweet ass on my cock" followed by laughter. I smiled, blushed a little, and then said 'thank you' with a smile. I came upon Chad and Bruce. They were laying out on some of the chairs, Chad was laying on his back while Bruce was sunning his backside and resting peacefully. Chad noticed me as I approached. "Hi Chad, do you two need anything?". "No thanks Tim, we definitely got what we wanted", Chad said and smiled. I moaned out load, "that was my first time doing that Chad, but thank you and I loved it so much." "Definitely our pleasure Tim, as I said before, Steve is very lucky". I think I saw Chad's cock twitch a little, but I knew his balls were definitely empty, "maybe sometime the four of us could hang out again, I wold love that", I added. "I hope so!" said Chad. "If you ever want to talk about things again, please let me know. I realize it is an exciting, maybe even scary, time for you right now. We can talk about anything, anytime." I thought for a moment and said "thank you". I continued, "well, if you two need anything just wave me down. enjoy yourselves and make sure to give me a hug before you go". "oh we will". Chad said. I moved on and did more rounds, taking a few drink orders. Steve was out of the kitchen now chatting with friends, but this time he had removed his bathing suit and stood there naked, nothing but a cock ring on, showing up that gorgeous cock that was aching to stand at attention. When I entered the kitchen I also removed my thong and let my cock free, which felt great. I got the couple of drinks and carried them out to those men that were waiting. After dropping off the drinks I joined Steve with his naked friends. My hand when to his hip and his hand went right to my ass cheek, without a break in conversation. I loved that, and so did my cock apparently...I felt my dick start to stir and I knew it would be so easy to get fully hard. I quickly glanced down and noticed Steve's cock starting to move, and I think the guys we were chatting with noticed as well as they each glanced at me and smiled. Soon the other guys excused themselves and Steve and I were left there alone. Steve asked, "do you think everyone is taken care of and happy?". I looked around, "yes, I think they are. everyone seems to be enjoying themselves". "Not me" Steve said, and continued "it is time boy. I need to unload in your ass. Go get on my bed, ass up, and wait for me". I quickly squeezed Steve's cock and left for the bedroom and Steve's bed, my favorite place in this house. By the time I reached the patio door I was hard and it was pretty obvious. I quickly moved through the living room and down the hallway to Steve's room. Since I had nothing to remove, I quickly got on the bed. I moved the pillow down so I could rest my head on it and laid down, on my stomach, but kept my ass up in the air. My cock couldn't hang completely as I was hard, but the precum dripping was like a steady stream. I waited for a few minutes, but it seems like an eternity before I heard Steve enter, and slightly close the door, without pushing it all the way shut. "fuck boy, I am so fucking horny for you and need to give you all of my cum", Steve said while walking towards the bed. I looked back and saw my man's cock was up, rock hard, and leaking. I smiled. "Please baby, fuck me full". Steve approached the bed and got on behind me. I felt him take both ass cheeks in his hand and kneaded them roughly. "I heard Chad and Bruce both fucked you good, did you like that Tim?". "yes sir, I loved it, but want your cum in me now, please". Steve moaned and spread my ass cheeks...and rubbed his leaking cock head all over my ring and ass crack, leaving trails of his salty goodness. He then surprised me by pulling back and bit and shoving his face into my crack, tongue entered me as deep as he could. Pulling back he said "I can taste their cum in you baby, fuck you are so hot". He continued tongue fucking me for a few more minutes. I was so happy and so turned on. Steve pulled back and replaced his cock at my hole. "I can't take it boy, I need to fuck you". with that Steve put his thick cock head at my hole and eased in. normally, he stopped when his cock head was in me, to let me adjust and for him to leak in me a little, but this time Steve continued pushing the entire length of his big cock. I felt him pull my hips back into his waist and I could now feel his sexy pubes on my ass cheeks. Steve pulled his cock almost all the way out and slid back in to me, one full motion. I was definitely getting all of his cock and he was more forceful than he had been when I stayed with him. I could tell the animal in him needed to fuck and breed as animals do. I knew Steve's balls were so full by now and I had to feel them in my hand. I reached under my leaking cock and held his big full balls in my hand. "Daddy, your balls are so full. Please fuck me full and drain your load into me". Steve moaned, "yes son, I am going to breed you again. I want to knock you up boy, take my poz cum". Steve started pumping faster and faster, full length strokes in my ass. I knew he was getting close, especially when I felt him get a little thicker and really hitting my womb hard. "here it comes baby, take my poz load" Steve shouted and buried deep in me. He was swelling and shooting his poz cum deep in me, again, and my cock had had enough, ropes of my still neg cum shot all over Steve's bed. we were cumming together and it felt perfect, and natural for us. Finally I collapsed on the bed with Steve's cock still in me, he was grinding his hips into me, getting the last of his cum drained out of his balls. It was then that we heard the sound from the door. I looked back in surprise, as did Steve, and we saw the older gentlemen from the pool, that was getting his cock sucked, fucking the same younger guy at the doorway..and in that moment all four of us connected with our stares and the older man started to cum in his guy. Steve leaned his head to my ear, "Tim, our fucking is so hot, everyone wants to see. I love fucking you boy". it was music to my ears...I was so happy, and fulfilled, taking this man's cum in me...hoping he would truly knock me up.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 7. Tom felt a little shame as he walked alongside Mark towards the car under the lustful gazes of the men lying on the beach. The still wet sperm glistened in the sun on Tom's skin and hair. How the hell did he let unknown men breed him in a dirty toilet and Mark empty the bags in Tom's ass while the audience watched. What the hell has happened to him. It was confusing that at the same time his own organ started to harden again. Fortunately, he had decided to leave the Jockstraps on. In the car, Mark praised Tom profusely. It is important that a young man like Tom pleases the older men and also gives them a chance to reduce stress. Mark's car turned into the yard of an almost empty parking lot. Mark drove directly in front of the black door with a big rainbow flag flying above it. Mark purposefully guided Tom, still dressed only in jockstraps, to the door that led to the steep and dark stairs going down. At the bottom of the stairs was a counter, behind which sat a 30-40 year old man dressed in leather pants and a white sleeveless shirt. The man was very skinny and looked tired. His eyes lit up when he saw Tom and Mark standing behind the counter. Mark seemed to know the man and Mark said they came for a little while to relax and wash the dried sperm off Tom's skin. The man chuckled as Mark paid the man the entrance fees. In the dressing room, Tom realized that they had now entered the Gay Sauna, the kind Tom had read about online. Mark undressed himself completely and told Tom to take off his Jockstrap as well. Mark also took Tom's towel so Tom couldn't cover himself with it. With his hand, Mark guided Tom forward along the corridor towards the steam room. The whole place felt dead as no one was to be seen anywhere. Tom climbed onto the top bench of the steam room and only then did he realize that someone was sitting in the steam. Mark directed Tom to sit next to the man already sitting on the bench and sat down on the other side of Tom himself. After a while, when the eyes had adjusted to the dimness, Tom could distinguish the man better. It was hard for Tom to decide how old the man looked. The man looked rather strange. The man had skinny arms and legs, but otherwise he didn't look skinny. Tom found it strange that the man knew Mark. The man asked Mark, who is this very handsome and sperm-smelling young man in Mark's company. Mark introduced Tom to the man and the man continued "does Mark mind if he has a little taste of Mark's freshest sperm bucket?". Mark gave the man permission. Tom was shocked when he realized that the unpleasant man immediately started licking Tom's skin. After a while, the man even stuck his tongue in Tom's mouth and kissed Tom. Tom tasted the man's salty tongue, but the smell of the man's breath shook Tom. The man put Tom on all fours on the bench and started licking Tom's asshole. The man spread his hands over Tom's buttocks and stabbed the hole furiously with his tongue. Mark asked Tom to push out, and Tom felt the sperm pouring out of his hole. The man licked willingly and swallowed all the sperm that came out of Tom's ass. Finally, the man thanked Mark and went out. The whole event was very strange to Tom. He felt sorry for that man. How can someone's life situation be so bad. The man swallowed the sperm of complete strangers without even asking anything. Such behavior is really risky. If you behave like that, you can get any number of STDs, thought Tom.

Anyone have any intel on whether the GSA water sports parties that used to happen monthly in Brooklyn are coming back? I feel like I haven’t heard anything about them at all since pre-pandemic …

CHAPTER 2 Jake rushes home and runs up to his bedroom. He is in disbelief of what just happened. He rushes to the window and sees Tyler in his house undressing to shower. He marvels at his hairy muscular body and massive dick then he beginning stoking as he lathers up. Jake pulls his dick out again and strokes until he shoots another load. He has to have Tyler again. That night Jake can barely sleep with his dick constantly hard thinking about is sucking Tyler’s dick. Jake awakes in the morning, his underwear wet with cum, after a brief sleep dreaming of guzzling down Tyler’s hot load. Jake gets up and ready for school. He times his leave as Tyler is walking to his car to head to work. ‘Hey Tyler’ Jake saying running up to his neighbor, ‘yesterday was amazing! I was just wondering when we could do it again!’ ‘Enjoyed yourself, huh?’ Tyler asks with a laugh. ‘That’s good. I did as well. We can have plenty more fun. I’m busy tonight but I’m headed to my cabin by the lake tomorrow night. You think your Dad would let you hang out with me for a couple days up there? We could do some hiking and fishing up there and have some more fun with no one to bother us’. ‘Oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind!’ Jake exclaimed, thrilled and excited by the offer. His dick immediately begins stirring in his pants. ‘Great! Let me know and if everything works out, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.’ Tyler says as he get in his car and heads off. Jake rushes into the house to ask his dad's permission to go with Tyler to his cabin. He finds his dad in his bedroom still getting ready for work, with just a towel around his waist. Jake’s explains the offer to his dad and gladly allows him for to go. ‘I’m happy you’re spending more time With Tyler. You need more mature role models. I hope he is a good influence on you.’ Jake’s Dad says. ‘Thanks Dad! Hey have you been working out? You’re looking good’ Jake says admiring his toned chest and arms. ‘Haha, yes I have actually. I’ve been hitting the gym more and running with Tyler on the weekends’ Jake Dad replies. ‘Looks like Tyler’s a good influence on both of us’ Jake says with a chuckle. ‘Indeed’, Jake’s Dad replies with a grin. …. Jack coordinates with Tyler to have him pick him up after school the day of the trip. He struggles to think of anything other than the event inside Tyler garage days earlier and can barely conceal his erection as Tyler’s car approaches. “Hey stud” Tyler greets Jake with a hug. Jake inhales Tyler’s musky smell. “You ready for a fun weekend”. ‘Yeah, can’t wait’ Jake replies. ‘I think this will be a great opportunity for you to learn’. Tyler said with a playful grin. Jake quickly responds by saying, ‘if it includes more of what we did in the garbage the other day, then I’m down!’ ‘Oh there will be much more’, Tyler said and with that grabs Jake’s hand and guides it to he engorged crotch. Jake, delighted to regain access to the Tyler’s cock, thought it was even bigger than he remembered it. He rubs the huge member through the thin athletic shorts and could feel a wet spot forming in the fabric. ‘Stoke me till we arrive at the cabin. When we arrive you will do as I say. I’m in control this weekend and your obedience will be tested.’ Shocked by Tyler’s new tone, Jake Simply says, ‘yes sir, I’m eager to serve’ and continues to stoke Tyler’s now rock hard cock. Tyler works his hand to Jake ass. ‘Damn I’ve wanted that hot jock muscle ass so bad’. Jake lifts his ass to allow Tyler to explore. As Tyler continues to grope at Jake’s ass he slowly fingers he way to his jock hole. Massaging it in a circular motion. Jake’s lets out a soft moan. Tyler firmly states, ‘That hole is mine’. Before long they arrive at the cabin. Jake is immediately instructed to go in to the cabin and await further instructions and does as he is told. Tyler follows soon after and instructs Jake to take off his clothes and Jake complies. Standing up straight Jake smooth muscles gleams in anticipation of what will happens next. Tyler opens a small duffel bag and pulls out a jockstrap. ‘This is a jockstrap I use on my runs. I’ve been thinking of that jock ass of yours lately and I’ve been using this jock as cum rag. It’s fitting that this should be your uniform for the weekend ahead.’, Tyler explains. He lifts the jock to his nose and inhales and then passes it under Jake’s nose as he inhales the musky smell is sweat and cum. Tyler then passes it to Jake and he proceeds to put it on. Tyler removes his skin tight shirt revealing his hairy muscular chest. His large nipples stand erect as he admire Jake standing in front of him in his stained jockstrap. His dick tents in his athletic shorts, still wet from the hand job he received in the car. He pulls the shorts down letting his massive cock breath. Jake stand in aww of the hairy beast before him. Only briefly distracted by the tattoo of a symbol he’s seen in chemistry class on Tyler’s left hip. Seconds later Tyler instructs him to turn around and bend over the bed. Jake quickly does as he is told and is greeted with Tyler spreading his muscle butt open and licking his hot hole. All Jake can do is moan in ecstasy. ‘Fuck! This hole is even better than I imagined’, Tyler exclaims. He invades the holes with his tongue’. Spreading it wide he begins invade his has with his fingers. First one, then two, then three. Jake continues to moan and whimper in pains and pleasure. His dick still contained in the jockstrap is fully hard. Tyler’s heavy dick leaks on the floors as he devotes his full attentions to wetting Jake’s hole. Jake’s holes is quivering for more. Tyler’s stands up, thumbing Jake’s wet hole. ‘You ready boy?’ Tyler asks sternly. Jake’s looks back and nodes catching a glimpse at massive hairy dick sticking straight up looking bigger than he’s every seen it. Tyler rubs his fat dick up and down Jacks ass and slapped it on the pucker of his hole. He aligns his cock with his wet hole and in circular motion begins to tease Tyler’s ass. ‘Beg for my cock!’ Tyler demands. ‘Please, sir! Please give me that massive man dick’. Jake replies. Tyler slides is fat mushroom head in to the studs willing hole. As Tyler’s dick head flares in excitement, Jake’s holes is stretched the limits. Jake gasps and whimpers as he tries to accommodate but Tyler’s cock only seems to get thicker the deeper it goes in. Tyler firmly rubs Jake’s muscular back as he help sooth his dick In. 3/4 of the way in Jake reaches his limit and begs Tyler to stop. Tyler stops for a few seconds to allow Jake to adjust. ‘I’m almost all the way in, just a little more. Your ass feels amazing’. Before Jake is even able to respond. Tyler plunges his dick deep inside. Jake’s hole resists at first but as Tyler puts his full weight into it, jakes hole rips wide open allowing his dick to go balls deeps. Jake let’s out and scream but it is soon muffled by his invader firmly covering his mouth with is large hairy hand. Tyler grunts as he feels Jakes hole give way to his angry cock. ‘Your jock pussy is mine, faggot!’ Tyler grits through this teeth Into Jakes ear and begins to fuck him hard and deeps. Jake, initially shocked by the the full invasion of his hole, becomes more and more turned on by the aggressive fuck. His screams now turning into moans, Jakes yells out ‘fuck my faggot cunt! ‘ ‘Fuck yeah fag! You want me to breed that hole?’ Tyler asks. ‘Yes breed my hole sir!’ Jake replies. Tyler furiously fucks Jake’s hole. As he does his mammoth dick grows larger , his hairy balls swell as they reach maximum capacity. Both sweating profusely, Tyler pulls out his dick and flips Jack over. ‘I want to looking you in the eyes as I give you my charged load’ Tyler exclaims. All Jack can do is grunt as Tyler plunges his dick balls deep into his hole again. ‘Ready for my dirty charged load boy?’ Tyler Asks forcefully. Confused by what Tyler means Jake knows the only correct answer is , ‘yes sir!’ Tyler Piston fucks Jake’s stretched hole. His balls now filled to the brim are ready to unload. He looking Jake right in the eye as the intense orgasm builds. ‘BEG FOR MY LOAD FAG!’ ,Tyler screams. ‘Please breed me sir’, Jake responds. ‘TAKE MY POZ LOAD YOU FAGGOT CUNT’ Tyler shouts as his huge cock blasts massive amounts of toxic cum deep into the Jake jock hole. Lost in the shock and intensity of the moment succumbs to his own hands free orgasm. Tyler’s relentless pounding of his p spot sends Jake over the edge and Jake fills his jocks strap with a new fresh load. Jake hole clenches around Tyler’s dick working even more cum out of it. As Tyler’s orgasm subsides he slowly pulls out of Jake’s hole. He’s spreads Jakes ass cheeks apart and reveals his cum filled hole. traces of blood are visible. Satisfied by the sight he begins to eat out Jake’s tender holes. Massaging the cum into his destroyed cunt. Jake moans in ecstasy. Tyler laps up the cum dripping from Jake’s hole then meets Jake with a kiss and feeds him his cummy load. Tyler breaks the kiss asking, “What just happened? What did you mean poz load?” Jake looks Tyler tenderly in the eye and tells Jake he is HIV positive. Jake expression grows fearful. Tyler continues, “Don’t be scared boy. What I’ve done is freed your from the fear and connected us. You are mine”. “What about condoms?” Jake asks. Tyler responds, “I’ve never use condoms boy so if you want this dick again you’ll take it raw. What do you want boy?” “I want you sir!” Jake earnestly replies with and embrace. “Good boy”, Tyler states meeting him in the embraces and then reclining back into on the bed. With his hands behind his head Jake proceeds to lick and worship Tyler’s muscular body. Paying special attention to is hairy pits and nipples and finally landing on Tyler’s still hard dick, licking it clean tasting the cum and blood mixture on his hairy cock. The scent is intoxicating. He continues down his balls and to his taints. Tyler opens his legs and instructs Jake to eat out his hairy hole and Jake happily obliges, diving deep and devouring his hairy muscle butt. Tyler moans and begins stoke his engorged dick and Jake frantically eats away at his hole. Tyler repositions Jake on his back and sits on his face, nearly suffocating him with his huge muscle ass. Tyler rides Jake’s big tongue as his works up another charged loads. Soon after his breath gets short and his balls tense up and he shoots ropes of cum all over Jakes smooth chest and abs. After he comes down off his orgasm he scoops up his fresh poz load and fingers it into Jake’s tender hole as Jake whimpers and moans. Tyler’s devilish grin reveals his satisfaction.

As far as I'm concerned FTM are very welcome here, I'd love to breed you if you were closer or if I came to Toronto I find FTM sexy as fuck!

You're a gay man, so you belong here as long as you want to be here and don't break the site rules.

Wow! Look how small you are as compared to your Master! Have you looked at an inversion cage? Where it pushes you dick inward so that you are flat except for balls? Look at Koalaswim “Munchkin” device. Love to see guys who are committed to shrinking their dick!

We do this. It working just depends on the person. I'm a pretty monogamous person when it comes to love, but my cumdump boyfriend is very poly. I didn't think that mono+poly would work out but it turns out to work out just fine. The key difference is that I know that just because my bf is capable of feeling love + energy towards others, it doesn't mean the love + energy he feels towards me is anyway diminished. His love language truly is like a puppy dog, and his love operates more out of a "communal love" rather than a "you're the only one for me love". As such I never feel jealous when he's taking loads, hooking up, or even going off to hang out with one of his fuck buds or our mutual friends. Because the love he has for me is still unique & genuine, and doesn't ever get hurt by him connecting with our friends or fucking around. That "puppy-like" innocence permeates through every part of his being. The idea of him cheating, or doing anything to break trust is just fundamentally impossible for him. If I knew our relationship was faltering, I'd know about it far before jealousy over hooking up or time spent with people he feels a poly connection with would come into the picture. Meanwhile, I can only spread myself as thin as one person. More than happy to fuck up a storm or be fucked by many people, but when it comes to love and the attention I can give feelings wise, I'm pretty strictly to just one person. And I'm more than happy to have him be that person I care about most!

I know many couples with open relationships. I don't think these kind of relationships are in any more or less danger of breaking up than any other kind of relationship. Every relationship has its own particular challenges. To me the open relationships seem more stable and happy. I know one couple in particular that has me very envious. They knew each others sexual tastes (both super piggy) from the beginning so sex was not an issue. They fuck all they want with each other and with many men, singly and together. They enjoy watching the other fuck or get fucked and get loaded, all bareback of course. I love to visit them, its really fun. The basis of all these successful relationships is communication, honesty and compatible sexual tastes. I work for a gay couple. One of them is all top and fucks me on a regular basis (yes I am cheating on my boyfriend). His partner knows and is happy his husband is getting more ass. Their relationship has its problem but the sex is not one of them. This is not just a gay thing by the way, lots of straight men love watching their partners get fucked. If you go to sex clubs, bathhouses and sex parties you are more likely to encounter men with your views on sex and love. So that is where I would look. Be honest from the beginning. Don't be like me and get entangled in a relationship only to find out you are not sexually compatible. It really sucks to fall in love then realize in order to stay in the relationship you have to deny an essential part of yourself. It does not work and you will find yourself cheating on your man. Good luck, there's a hot guy out there who will want to whore you out, fuck your cum filled hole and love you all the more for it. P.S. I would love, love, love to tether my boyfriend to a bathhouse sling and let every guy in the place breed his holes. I would felch and snowball each load. On weekends I'd put ads on all the sites for anonymous pump and dumps and I wish he would do the same for me. Alas we have been together seven years and I have not been allowed any where near his hole and he's only fucked me once. Take my advice, be up front from the beginning. Get what you need.

You absolutely should! Tons of guys on grindr and a4a are cheating on their bfs on the dl, but I love it when they're into being cheaters and even risk being caught. Definitely share what happens when you do!

And feel the need to repeatedly post to say you're not posting here anymore... (Plus a quick scan of their posts shows that the site [probably comes as no shock to anyone] certainly won't be any worse off for them going).