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**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 4 - Sam's employment benefit At exactly 5pm on Sunday, Sam rang George's doorbell. George answered the door wearing only red worn jockstraps. George ushered Sam in and immediately began to undress Sam. George said they need to get Sam ready before the men arrive. Soon Sam was completely naked in front of George. George led Sam into the bathroom and said he wanted to make sure Sam was completely clean inside, even though Sam had already cleaned himself. George handled Sam's hole with a bit of roughness. Sometimes Sam felt like George's claws were purposely scratching Sam from the inside. Finally George dried Sam off and handed Sam the white Jockstraps. Chubby Sam looked awesome in them. Straps to make more big Sam's fat ass. George led Sam into a large living room with a black leather sling in the middle. Sling was surrounded by black leather couches. George helped Sam climb into the sling and began to secure Sam's arms and legs. At that point, Sami started to realize that he might be the only bottom in this private event. George confirmed Sam's suspicions. Yes, Sam is the only bottom, so it is certain that Sam alone gets the attention of all the tops. Sam thought to himself that then it also means that if there's a poz top in the crowd, he'll probably seed Sam too. Sam was secured in a sling. Georg dug out the blindfolds from somewhere. "In my private events, bottom is always blindfolded. You get much more pleasure when you can't see who's fucking you. Blindfolded and strapped to a sling, you're completely at the mercy of unknown men," continued George, covering Sam's eyes. Sam lay in the sling unable to see anything for about 10 minutes. Until the doorbell rings. Sam heard George open the door and greet the visitors. The sounds of undressing could be heard from the hall. The doorbell rang again and Sam heard more new male voices. After a moment, Sam heard footsteps approaching him. "Beautiful", "Hot", "Nice", "Lovely ass", "So young"... "Yes Sam is my employee and he's only 24" he heard George say. "Are you sure he's not medicated," he heard a strange voice ask. "Yes I am. He's also always used protection for sex up until now. This is his first time raw," Sam heard George say proudly. "Ooh, what a young slut", "greedy bastard", "chaser", "let's do it"… Sam felt the men touch him. He realized he hadn't asked George how many tops were coming. Sam tried to count the different voices, but got confused. Soon Sam felt a hot cock in his asshole starting to push into him. The cock felt huge and almost ripped him apart. "Yeah, give it to him", "let him in", "Take it", "Yeah, fuck it", "convert him"... The fucking went on for hours. The men fucked him for a while and then pulled away. The next cock pushed in as soon as one left. Every now and then someone picked up the pace and emptied their seed roaring into Sam's unprotected ass. "Take my gift", "beed him"... Eventually, Sam lost track of time and place. The fucking had continued for many hours and countless loads had been emptied inside him. Sam's ass was sore. Sam's legs were numb when George finally came to untie Sam and remove the blindfolds. George helped Sam out of the sling and onto the couch. Sam's eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he saw the men sitting on the sofas. Everyone was between 40 and 70 years old and there were 10 men and George. George said that Sam had a total of 23 loads in his ass. The men cheered. Sam noticed that the man sitting next to him had a Scorpion tattoo on his hip, the next one had a biodangerous sign on his chest. Sam's gaze wandered around the men and he began to realize that they were all apparently positive. This wasn't roulette. Every draw was a winning draw. George noticed Sam's confused look. "Yes they are all poz and not medicated. It's impossible to work with you if you're walking around swinging your big horny ass. I wanted to make sure you don't have to chase anymore. And you can focus on doing your work," said George.

I think it depends on the top as well. I am a well used bottom. My cunt is not right at all. Some guys have a hard time breeding me because of that. Some guys get really turned on by it and cum quick. Other factors may be if I have cum already in me, if I am at a sex club vrs one on one or if he has already cum in someone else. At the end of the day I just want to be the receptacle he uses to put his precious gift in.

Chapter 22 There was only two more guys that hadn’t taken the Kid’s ass yet and they were sitting on a couch waiting their turn. The was going to be the Kid’s last fuck of the Night but the Neighbor hadn’t gotten of yet either. The Neighbor walked into the room where the Kid was laying and he waked over and offered his cock to the Kid’s mouth. He asked the Kid is he was thirsty an the Kid panted a weak “ Yes, parched “. He put his cock in the Kid’s mouth and let a little pee slip out to see how the Kid did. He drank it greedily. Unfortunately, that was all the Neighbor had to offer. The Kid started nursing on the guys cock. He pulled back, he wanted to save it for a bit. He let the Kid up and gave him a fresh bottle of Gatorade to drink. The Kid guzzled it down quickly. Thereas a small amount of G in it but he wasn’t sure if it would have any effect on the Kid as high as he was. He walked the Kid up and the two guys moved apart so the Kid could sit between them. The started making out and it was a very hot scene. One of the guys pulled the Kid over and pushed his head down. Until then, with the brain fog the Kid had, he hadn’t noticed that both these guys had thick eight-inch cocks that were rock hard. The Kid thought he would be sucking one while the other fucked him, He welcomed this after the stretching that monster had given him. One of the guys walked over to a narrow bench and laid down on it. his cock was pointing straight up. The Kid walked over and started sucking the guy’s cock. The Neighbor walked up behind the Kid and started fingering him, he felt the Kid’s hole. Even though he had several hours of fucking and stretching his hole was staring to close. He could still open it easily enough but he knew it would be great for the next part or his training. The Neighbor stood the Kid up and helped him straddle the guy and sit on his cock. The cock slid deep whit no real problem thanks to the earlier usage the Kid endured. The Kid was slowly lifted up and then back down. On one of the down strokes the Neighbor pushed down on the Kid’s shoulders, this made the Kid fall down on the pole up his ass. The Kid made a high pitch squeal sound. The then bent the Kid over on the Guy. The Guy wrapped his arms around the Kid and Kissed him, the guy was slowly moving his cock in the Kid’s ass. The Kid stared rocking with the Guy’s movements and the Guy told the Kid to hold still. The Kid felt fingers working around the cock that was n his ass. Then he felt something else there, he suddenly realized the other guy that he was sucking was about to work his cock in his ass with the other one. At the same time “ The Kid stared to say “ NO, I can’t take this “ , but it was to late. The guy was already pushing up the Kid’s ass. There was a blinding pain at first and tears were streaming down the Kid’s face. He knew that his ass had to be getting ripped open. The Kid’s mouth was open, but nothing was coming out. Half the guys cock was already in the Kid’s ass with the other cock. The guy pulled out a little and then pushed back in. The Guy mentioned that he needed a little more lube. The Neighbor pulled the Bowel over that was under the Kid. It had a nasty mix of cum, piss and chems. He poured a little down the Kid’s ass and it ran down his crack. The Guy on top pulled out farther then started working back in, taking some of the nasty mix with his cock. Both guys started moving in and out of the Kid’s ass. Sometimes all in at once and other one in and one out. Either way the pain was gone and the Kid was in heaven. The guys were pumpkin and the Neighbor walked to the Kid’s head and pushed his cock into the Kid’s mouth. He noticed the Bio-hazard tattoo on the Guy’s chest and he had noticed that the guy on top had a scorpion tattoo on his butt cheek with the stinger pointing to the Guys’ crack. The Kid stared sucking on the Neighbor’s cock. He was pushing his cock in the Kid’s mouth to the base. It made the Kid choke but at that point he didn’t care. He felt something underneath him and then realized that the Guy that was on his back was licking his hanging nut sack. With this stimulation it didn’t take long for the Neighbor the cum. He flooded the Kid’s mouth with his cum. He pulled out of the Kid’s mouth and saw the Kid Turn and Give the guy under him an open mouth Kiss. There were sharing the cum. If the Neighbor hadn’t just cum, he probably would have gotten hard. He went over to get the last of the Kid’s ‘ Gifts ‘ ready while the two guy went to work wrecking what was left of the Kid’s asshole. The guy on the Top said he was about to cum, the guy on the bottom said he knew that because he got harder and grew. He also said that he had been holding off until his buggy was ready. The Bother rammed up the Kid’s ass at the same time and shot their toxic loads in the Kid’s torn and loose ass. They were deep enough that not much of the Cum would come out and in a few minutes none would be able to drip out. They pulled from the Kid’s gaping ass. The Kid started to stand up and the Neighbor grabbed him and said he had a parting gift for him. He bent the Kid over a padded bench. The Kid’s ass was pointing up. The Neighbor had put the contents from the Bowel that was under the Kid into an injector. It was probably meant as an enema device but it would work for this. He put the injector into the Kis’ as and noticed it wasn’t very tight. One of the guy’s that had just seeded the Kid pushed the Kid’s ass cheeks together. The Neighbor injected the contents into the bowels of the Kid. The Kid Jerked at the cool intrusion but in that position there wasn’t anything he could do. When all the nasty mix was in the Kid, the Neighbor pulled out the injector and pushed a fat butt plug into the Kid. He delivered a stinging slap to the Kid’s cheeks. The slap made the Kid’s involuntary actions to clamp down on the stem of the plug. He told the Kid to get dressed and head home. It was already very light and the neighbor needed to get to work in a couple hours. The Kid got dressed, it was a bit difficult because when he bent over he thought the plug was going to come out. When he walked up the steps he noticed a slight burning in his butt around the plug but figured it was from the work out he had. It was uncomfortable walking back to his flat. The steps seemed to be the most difficult, he knew as soon as he got home he was going to the bathroom to pull this devil out of his ass. The burning was more intense, and his stomach was cramping. When the Kid got back to his place he walked in the door and found an envelope under the door. On it was written ‘ I know what you did ‘ . It was the same handwriting that was on the note in his office.

**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 3 - Sam's Second Roulette Sam's week went like a dream. He thought about roulette night all the time. Sam forced himself to study, but couldn't concentrate in lectures or on the books he was reading. The thoughts always ended up in the fuck bench and bottoms that got the seeds of unknown men in their asses. Sperm whose status they don't know. Sam also went to work and organized next week's roulette. With each bottom, Sam wondered if he himself could be in his shoes. Everything went as planned, except on Thursday, the roulette day, one bottom announced that he couldn't come. Sam was very excited and went to George to explain the situation. Sam said that one bottom cannot come, but Sam can replace him himself. "Oh no, this again. Why do I always hire bottoms. This always happens," complained George. "It really doesn't work that way. You have to do your job. I've made it clear that in this situation you should call the next negative and unmedicated bottom on the list. You better hurry. We'll talk about this situation tonight after roulette," George continued. Sam freaked out that George was going to fire him. However, the evening went well. All the 8 bottoms and 10 tops arrived and Sam did a good job. He did his best while sucking the cocks of the tops waiting for their turn. He wanted George to see how well he was giving his all at work. When everyone else had left, all were cleaned and Sam and George were two, George asked Sam to sit on the couch with him. George offered Sam some wine. George asked Sam if he is sure that Sam wants to offer his ass to unknown men and is aware of the risks of unprotected sex. "Yes," said Sam quietly and shyly. "Are you sure?" asked George. "Yes I am," said Sam more boldly now. "I thought you only had protected sex," continued George. "Yes, but... Uh, yes... I've actually realized that this is what I've always wanted. I haven't dared admit even to myself that I'm a cumdump. I want my ass filled with cum. That's all I want,” said Sam. "Well, well. But the fact is that you are working here. It is absolutely impossible to think that as an employee you would be on that fuck bench with your ass up. How could you carry out your duties that way. Do you want to continue as an organizer," asked George. "Yes I do. Absolutely I do," said Sam. "Ok. This is agreed then. On the other hand, we also have other opportunities. Sometimes I organize events of the same type at home - private events. As my employee, you could very well participate if you want. Of course, they are not as well organized and there are fewer participants. But if you're interested, this is also possible. In fact, next Sunday I could organize if you're interested," said George. "Yes, I'm interested. I'd love to participate," said Sam greedily. "Agreed. Come to my place on Sunday at 5 p.m. I think it's going to be great," said George.

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^ this. That's exactly why the aural quotient to a Breeding can make it a very special conjoining of the two into One. When a bottom groans with pleasure at the right moment, I know I'm giving him the best fuck I can. I don't particularly like when they lie there like a dead fish. I love the feedback when it's genuine - not so much if it's contrived. Communication generally precedes the ultimate "Connection", and both can be expressed clearly by tuning into the aural sounds of offering submission/accepting Possession. It can be soul-thrilling when it's real.

Part 2: The Return Trip A week had passed. A week during which I had experienced a roller coaster of emotions. Worry that I might be pause turned to not caring, then excitement at the thought, then back again. I had always known that I was likely to get pozzed at some point, and the fact that it was on the dirty floor of a sketchy storage room was the perfect place for it to have happened to a pig like me. So by the time I got the message on BBRT, I had settled into the thought that I no longer had to wonder. "Headed home tomorrow," it read. "Up for Round 2?" "Fuck yeah," was my reply. I didn't hear from him the rest of the evening, so I spent my time with my new plug, stretching and playing with my cum catcher to open it up for that massive cock again. My brown bottle made frequent trips to my nose, heightening the sensation and also my excitement. I'm not sure how, but I eventually drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning to a message: "On my way. I should be there around 10." I checked the clock and saw that it was 8:30. Plenty of time to get ready. I saw that he had messaged only a few minutes before, so I responded. "I'll be ready. Just like last time." "Perfect," came the reply. I hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous day in anticipation of my visitor. (Side note: A lot of tops don't seem to appreciate the things we bottoms do to make sure our holes are clean and ready for them. I appreciate the ones that do!) So a few light douches to make sure I was clean, and I broke out the lube, plug, and little brown bottle again. By the time 9:50 rolled around, I was able to slide the plug in and out of my normally tight hole with ease. I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and grabbed my keys, lube, and little brown bottle. Just for good measure I stuffed the plug into one of the front pockets of my shorts. I laughed as I caught my reflection in the mirror by the door. If the old woman who lived next door to me saw me with a huge bulge in my pants, she'd probably drop dead of a heart attack! In a matter of moments I was inside the storage room and naked once again. I slicked up my hole once more, then lay on the cold concrete to wait. Fuck! I had forgotten my phone! What if he tried to message me? I got up to get dressed for a quick run to my apartment when I heard footsteps outside in the hall. Instinctively, I spun back around and resumed my position on the floor. I heard the click of the door latch as he entered, and the two clicks of the latch and deadbolt that reassured me I would be bred without being interrupted by a nosy neighbor. My heart beat faster and my pulse began to race as I once again heard the telltale rustle of clothes being removed. Once again he was on me in a flash, but this time the soft kisses on my neck and back were absent. I heard him grunt as he positioned himself over me, then the click of the lube bottle. Seconds later I felt an unrelenting pressure as the head of his cock slipped into my well-greased hole. He did not stop. In no time he was balls-deep inside me, rearranging my guts with that giant cock. Giant poz cock. I felt a slight shiver run down my spine as that thought ran through my mind. I reached for the brown bottle and took two mighty hits as he began his assault. He was more forceful this time, taking what he felt he was owed. I was only too happy to oblige. As he did last time, he placed his hands on the back of my shoulders, pressing me to the floor. But his thrusts were more urgent this time, more animalistic, each burying his shaft to the hilt. I felt his balls slapping me. I felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on my back. I was in heaven! And then, with a deep groan that was almost a growl, he unleashed his toxic seed inside me once more. His hips held still as I felt the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing that load so deep it might never come out. Spent, he stood up and waited for me to clean him off as I had last time. I spun around and got up on my knees; this time I saw the biohazard tattoo, and wondered how I could have missed it last time! It was a good 4 inches across. I felt another shiver run down my spine. I took that massive member in my mouth and sucked it clean. There was more blood this time, I could taste it. But mixed with the cum and ass juices it made for an amazing flavor, sweet and musky and metallic all at once, and I savored it as long as I could. At last he turned away, grabbed his clothes, and dressed. I stayed on my knees on the floor, breathless and a little woozy from the fucking I had just taken. I was just regainng my bearings when I heard him say, "If it didn't take the first time, it sure as hell did this time." And then he was gone. I got up and dressed, collected my things and walked back to my apartment. It was a short walk but with every step I felt his cum seeping out of me, and I hurried to get to my plug. Once inside, I grabbed it and slid it into my ass through my shorts leg. It was a snug fit, but I didn't want to risk bending over to take them off and losing more of that toxic load. It was 10:30 am, and I was spent. I crawled back into bed and spent the day resting, allowing his poz cum to work its magic. I hope he has another road trip planned soon. If he does, I'll be ready.

This is the story of how I came to be who - and what - I am today. My name is Christian, and I've always been straight. Indeed, I still am. I can appreciate when a man is handsome, well-built or whatever, but that has never done anything for me. I am attracted to women, they turn me on, and yet I know I will never end up spending my life with a female. You see, despite how my brain is wired, my body betrays me. When it comes to sex, these days it is all about cock. First up, a bit about me. I'm 6'1", pretty well built and lean, and have always had people tell me I'm handsome. I have dirty blond hair (from my father's Swedish roots) that I keep short, and slightly olive skin from my mother's Italian heritage. I played a number of sports throughout school, but swimming has always been my favourite and I go to the pool several times a week after the gym. I have a decent sized cock, and nice tight buns that I keep in check with daily squats. All in all, I tend to get a good amount of attention, and have never had any trouble getting a girlfriend. I had my first experience with a man during my gap year before university. Despite having no interest in men really, I was really curious about what it would be like to get fucked. That had always been there since I was old enough to know it was a thing men could do, and fingering myself had been part of my masturbation ritual from almost as soon as I started touching myself. However, it was only once I had been in San Francisco for a couple of days as part of a round-the-world backpacking adventure that I finally got the courage together to look into it properly, and wound up in a bar in the Castro. My older brother had fortunately agreed to 'lose' his driving licence before I left the UK, and as we look so much alike it served as the perfect fake ID while in the US. Of course, that meant I had to remember to call myself Jacob while I was there. Anyway, 'Jacob' got himself picked up by this fairly muscular guy in his mid-30s, and spent the night at a nearby apartment having his cherry firmly popped! Condoms were used of course, and I also had my first go at sucking cock just to see what it was like. It was OK, but being taken up the arse was an absolute revelation, so much so that I allowed the guy to do it to me three times before I left in the morning. For the rest of my gap year and through my first couple of terms at university, I hooked up with both men and women depending on what I was feeling. Then I met Joanne, and got into my first proper relationship since my school girlfriend. The man sex stopped until we broke up towards the middle of my third year at uni, and after that ended I almost exclusively sought out cock for a while. This established a pattern that would dominate my life for the next ten years: I would have relationships with women; they would fizzle out; I would then get fucked by guys for however long it took me to find a new girlfriend; and repeat. When I was 25 I had my first bareback experience, largely through being too drunk to function properly. I let a guy do me in the backroom of a gay bar that I had stumbled into after getting separated from both my friends and my phone. I was out of it, but somehow did manage to remember how liberating and exciting it felt to get used like that. After a couple more safe-sex hookups I realised something had changed in me, so I decided to take the financial hit and got myself on PrEP via online deliveries from the States. Once that was working properly, I became almost exclusively a bareback bottom during my weeks or months at a time of seeking cock, and perhaps most tellingly, I stayed on it when I met my next girlfriend (even getting myself onto the NHS trial so I could get it for free). Things changed in 2018 when I met Sarah. She was an American ex-pat living in London, a place she'd chosen to stay after studying at UCL, and we really hit it off. I mean, like crazily hit it off. She was the first woman I moved in with, and it was shortly after that milestone that I decided to properly commit, focus on building a life with her, and try to leave my cock-hunting days behind me. As part of that, I stopped taking PrEP. I had firmly pledged to myself to leave my wanton ways in the past, and start living the life of a 'proper' straight man. "Yeah right" I hear you say, but at the time it was what I thought I wanted, needed, and should be doing. The pandemic was, however, the beginning of the end. Being cooped up for so long with Sarah started to highlight problems in our relationship, and I realised we were gradually drifting apart while also getting on each other's nerves with every passing day. She had made me change so much about myself that I suddenly started to resent her for it, when before I had just been in such a love haze that I happily went along with it all. It was a godsend when some of the travel restrictions eased enough for Sarah to make a trip home to see her family, and she was soon ready for a month back in the States. I dropped her off at the airport early in the morning on a Friday, and had taken that day off from work so I could have some extra time to myself. I had lined up a night out with some friends for the evening, and so decided to take a nap when I had been back home for a while as the 4am alarm had started catching up with me. When I awoke around lunchtime I was undeniably horny, and I knew what I wanted. The flat we were renting had some attic space we could use, and given her aversion to almost every type of insect and bug, Sarah was never going to go up there. As such, I had been able to squirrel away my box of toys without her ever finding out about it, and that afternoon I dug it out for the first time in two years. It took some work after so long, but eventually I was happily riding one of my larger dildos and finally getting the stimulation I needed. Well, sort of. As much as I was enjoying it, long-buried desires for it to be a real cock took hold. The thought of that made me cum, and yet barely half an hour later I was back on the rubber dong working myself up to another orgasm. And then again two hours later. Perhaps it was the couple of beers I drank in the afternoon, or just a feeling of liberation now that she was gone for a month, but when I got dressed for my night out with the guys the whole ensemble was completed with an unseen treasure: a large buttplug stuffed up my rear end. I had never gone out with my friends doing anything like that at all, but that night I headed off to the pub in Kentish Town with my sphincter working overtime. It felt awesome. Perhaps spurred on by my courage to do that, I also fished out another box of treasures that I had kept hidden from Sarah. Inside was the 1.5 kilo silver chain and matching bracelet I had bought shortly before meeting her, which she had made it clear she did not like and that I should sell (which I told her I had). I donned both, and balanced things out with an enormous chunky Diesel watch that Sarah had also sneered at. I knew I'd get some comments from the guys with all this bling on display, but hey, it felt good to finally rediscover the old me a bit. Really taking the theme and running with it, I also stopped by the corner shop on my way to the tube and bought a couple of packets of Marlboro Gold and a lighter, deciding that all the nagging about my social smoking was going to be a thing of the past. The night out was fantastic, not a full-on drinking binge like it could have been but rather a relaxed evening with the guys. I got a couple of comments about how chilled I seemed from when we had last managed to meet up, and couldn't help but agree that I was happy to have a break from Sarah. Although we didn't talk about it at length, I think my friends knew the writing was on the wall for that relationship. With the restrictions on opening hours, the night ended far too quickly and we all made our way off in search of home. Or at least, they did. The one other friend who would be getting the tube suddenly realised he needed to rush to catch a train from London Bridge so he fled towards the station while I went to the loo for a strategic piss, meaning that by the time I was out of the pub I was alone. It was then I realised how close I was to Hampstead Heath, and a decision was made. I wasn't stinking drunk, but my inhibitions were definitely down. My arse had been enjoyably stretched out all evening by the buttplug, and I knew I needed it to get a proper seeing-to. I had already basically decided that I would not be living at our flat anymore when Sarah got back from the States, so despite the fact that I had not broken up with her, my brain when into Single Man Mode. For me, that meant one thing: cock...

I was perusing BBRT one day recently when a new message popped up. It was from a guy more than 200 miles away from me. Normally I ignore messages from guys as close as 25-30 miles away, as the distance can often be an insurmountable challenge. In my part of the Northeast, a simple 30 mile drive can take an hour or more when you factor in traffic, and considering how often guys flake on me, it just hasn't been worth my time or effort to try. This one was different, though. His profile pic was of a beautiful and massive piece of manmeat, and the moment I saw it my hole twitched involuntarily. Looking through the rest of his profile, I saw that his "intos" included anonymous, gang bangs, raunch, and chubs. He was all top, answering "No" to both "take loads orally" and "take loads anally." And, he was undetectable. I lie on my profile and say that I'm on PrEP, but undetectable guys don't scare me. In fact, it's a turn-on taking undetectable loads from strangers. Turned out, this top guy was REALLY into chubs, and traveling through my area in a couple of days, and he expressed just how eager he was to meet me. Now, I'm attached and can't host, but I have discovered during the pandemic that my building is full of storage rooms - empty spaces between apartments that had cages added for people to rent when they need extra storage. And most of these rooms are empty and unlocked. The perfect place to play, as long as one doesn't mind standing or laying on the concrete floor. The nastier the better for me, so I'm good with either! After trading messages, we agreed to meet as he drove through to his destination. I found myself hoping that if all went well, he would want round 2 on his way back home. On the appointed day, I spent some time prepping my hole. I also lined up a couple of local top friends who fuck me regularly. I don't (yet) own a large plug, and figured it would be best if I were opened and pre-lubed when he arrived. He and I had been messaging back and forth, so I knew when he would arrive. I gave him directions to find my spot, and told him I would be waiting ass up for him. My friends arrived about a half-hour before he did. We went in order of ascending size, with the smaller 6.5" hung guy opening up my hole first. The second guy supported me as I stood bent-over for this first assault on my hole. These cocks always feel amazing sliding in and out of me, and they appreciate how my velvet hole squeezes them to milk out their loads. At last I felt the pulses of his cock as my first friend pumped his load deep inside me. He stood still for a moment to catch his breath, then I felt him slowly withdraw. Never one to miss an opportunity to taste cum and ass together, I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. As I did so, my other friend slid his 8 inches balls-deep in me in one motion. It was my first friend's turn to support me as the second cock thrust in and out of my well-greased hole. It must have felt good, because within just a few minutes I felt his cock pulsing as it shot his load even deeper in my guts than the first. I took the time to clean my second friend off, and the two of them dressed and left, leaving the door unlocked behind them. As I checked my phone, I got the message - "I'm here." Excitedly, I responded that I was ready and waiting. This time, I lay down on the cold concrete floor, my head pointed away from the door so I couldn't see him as he entered. Within a few minutes, I heard the door open, then the deadbolt click. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, and in no time he was on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck and then worked down to my ass, and I heard him gasp - hopefully in delight - when he found me already dripping cum. I felt his fingers, first one, then a second, probe my used hole. Then I felt his tongue and knew he was OK with what he saw. The light flicks of his tongue were a huge tease, and I ached for him to slide his giant cock into me. I didn't have to wait very long. After tasting the cum in my ass, he slid his body along mine until I felt a familiar pressure on my hole. Slowly, he worked on me, alternating pressure until I felt the tip slip inside me. With that, he continued to push steadily, and before long my asshole was as full as it had ever been! I was very glad I'd had my friends open me up for this monster. I might not have been able to take it otherwise. He got into a rhythm, stroking in and out of my hole. He raised himself up, placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing me into the floor as his pace quickened. I had never been fucked like this before, and I was in heaven! My hole twitched and spasmed as he continued his assault, and a few times I heard his balls slap my ass cheeks as he drive that missile deeper and deeper. At last, he tensed up, and once again I felt the spasming of a cock as it released its jizz into my guts. But this load was different. It was poz and undetectable, which made the sensation even hotter for me. I relished the thought of his load mixing with the others already inside me, and vowed to hold it in as long as I could. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I felt the wetness of his sweat mixing with mine. It had been the perfect anonymous fuck. Ever so slowly, he withdrew and stood up. I quickly spun around and got up on my knees, taking that massive member in my mouth to clean him off for the rest of his trip. His cock tasted amazing, with the sweetness of cum, the slight funk of my ass juices, and yes, even a little blood mixed in this time. No surprise, I thought. Something this big pounding me that hard was bound to draw a little blood. In a matter of moments, he was dressed and gone, off to his ultimate destination. I stayed a little longer, luxuriating in the feeling of complete satisfaction. I checked my phone again, and saw a note from him. He thanked me and expressed hope that we could do the same thing on his return trip. I responded quickly that I would be happy to accommodate him. Before I signed off BBRT and got dressed, I took one more look at his profile, admiring the enormous cock that had just bred me so thoroughly. As my eyes scanned down the screen, I noticed that something had changed. Where his status used to read "Undetectable" it now read "Positive." And he had unlocked the one locked photo on his profile - a pic of a biohazard tattoo on his hip, just to the left of his gorgeous cock. Had he stealthed me? I sent him a message and asked, and the only reply I received said, "Loved your hole. Can't wait to use it again on my way home!" My reaction caught even me off-guard. I would have thought I would be outraged, worried sick, disgusted. But instead, I felt the exact opposite, like this was always supposed to happen. I had a poz load swimming around in my guts. I looked back at my phone, and at the last message he had sent. "Me, too!" I replied. "I need more of your cum inside me ASAP!" With that, I dressed and left the storage room. But I didn't go back to my apartment. Instead, I went out to my car and drove to the nearest bookstore to buy a plug. I was determined to keep my vow to hold his load inside me as long as I could.

True Story of my first slam! About 10 years ago, I was excited to connect with a hot ff buddy of mine -- talk black guy with a really hungry hole. I've been a ff top for a long time. I was able to leave work early and head downtown and check into a nice sleazy hotel. I had had done a little T recently and had a little bit left so decided to smoke some before the festivities began. A little bit later he showed up. We kissed and started to make out, but something was "off". He admitted he was not feeling great but wanted me to fist him deep, but admitted he felt we should reschedule. I agreed and was naturally a little disappointed. My hot 6'3" black ff bottom when home to bed. So what did I do? Well, signed on the BBRTS naturally. Ended up chatting with a couple of people, but nothing was clicking. The little bit of T I did was still in effect and I was horny as hell. Finally, after about a hour, this guy I had chatted with on and off before hit me up. Like I said, we had chatted but were never quite on the same page or could not make it work. Tonight was different. As we chatted I finally asked him "what are you up for tonight"? "I want to slam and fuck" he replied. Slam and fuck. Normally I would have probably not taken him up on the offer, but tonight was different. The little bit of T I had done early was in charge of my thinking. So my response? "Sound great, come on over". We chatted and determined neither of us had product. I had only purchased it once at a bathhouse, so had no contacts. I told him I had $$ if he had a contact. He said he did but wanted some of the $$ up front. He stopped by. OMG - hot Latin guy. Deep black eyes. And sexy as hell. We chatted about how much, and I suggested --- well, let's get enough so we don't run out if we want more. I gave him the $$ and off he went. Part of me thought -- hummm, that was a scam and I would probably not see him again. Anyway, I was back on BBRTS in case I needed plan B. About 30 minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was my hot Latin guy. About 34, 5'8" dark eyes and a great mischievous smile. He came in, I locked the door and we began kissing passionately. Kissing is a must and a major turn on for me, and he was a GREAT kisser. He then showed me the T and asked if I was ready. "Of course". Now, I had not told him I had never slammed before. I was trying to play it cool and appear relaxed. As he started weighing the product he asked me how much. I had NO idea. So my reply was "what ever you normally do". Again, I did not want to appear to be novice. "Ok, let's do a 3.0". He prepped the points and said they were ready. That's when I told him well, this is my first time, so you will have to do me. He had a little concern, but said, that since I was a big bear, I would be ok. He put the tourniquet on, looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready. "YES" "Now tell me if it burns at all". I was transfixed. Not afraid at all and watched intently. He was slow and gentle. The point registered and said "here goes". I watched carefully as it entered the crook of my arm. When finished, he released the tourniquet. And my life changed. The rush was fucking amazing. I went a foggy, had a little ringing in my ears, but no cough. The world seemed to be in a great foggy spin. He asked if I was ok. "Hell yes", and I dropped to my knees and started sucking on his 8" uncut cock. I could not get enough of it. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him slam himself. He looked deep into my eyes and said "I want to fuck you" And I immediately got up on the bed and he began fucking my hungry hungry hole. He was inside me for what seemed like hours. His cock was the perfect fit. It seemed to expand in my ass, filling me completely and happily. We had HOURS of hot sweaty sex. And a 2nd slam a few hours later. More on that later.

I had a pretty ideal childhood. It was perfect in my memory up until the age of 11 -- when I started to notice there was was something 'funny' about me. My friend Pete told me I acted like a girl sometimes. And talked like one. I knew it was true and I also noticed that I noticed the hairy lifeguard at the pool more than I noticed the bobbing boobs in the water. This was bad. I shut down because I needed time to figure this out. I never talked if possible. I avoided Pete and my other friends. I also avoided my parents. They were concerned that I spent all my time alone I needed time to think. My dad suddenly got very attentive, and he wanted to do stuff together with me. I really couldn't refuse or they'd send me to a doctor or something. We played catch, we went to the arcade and I did my best to make him think I was enjoying it. But I remained quiet and never talked. The dark circles formed under my eyes. They got darker and darker. There was a song on the radio that I'd heard about a 'lonesome loser'. That was my persona; theme sing. So many songs spoke directly to me once after I turned twelve. It's something that doesn't happen once you're older. So I mainly stayed alone in my room and listened to the radio. The 80's were at their cheesiest back then. I was obsessed with about five different songs. I wasn't allowed to lock my door back then, and my parents could barge in any time they wanted. My mom burst in once during that Summer and insisted I go outdoors. "It's so beautiful outside. Your father is in the backyard doing some work and you should go help him. You've had enough radio for one day." sigh I found my dad digging or planting or something. Weeding, maybe. I stood next to him wordlessly until he noticed me. "Oh hi! It's nice to see you. You need some sun, William. Go rinse of this spade off and then I've got a surprise for you." I carried the implement over to the faucet and cleaned it. I realize now that the smell of water coming from an outdoor spigot in the Summer is delicious. It's warm at first and then gets colder. I can still smell it now. Well, my 'surprise' was a whole bunch of fresh plywood he'd just bought from the hardware store. He had decided we were going to build a tree house together. ?? Huh? I was going to be a teenager in less than a year. Did he really think I was going to hang out in a damn tree house? He was so excited that I didn't have the heart to tell him that I didn't really want to do this. He was a kind man and only wanted me to be with him more. I was a little jerk, a lonesome loser, but I couldn't hurt his feelings. There was a trace of human left inside of me somehow. He had decided the giant hickory tree would be the best place to build it. It was an old tree that, looking back, seemed to just beg for a tree house. It had a low wide trunk and the branches spread out in such a way as to allow space for something to be built in there. So we built a tree house over the course of two days. Possibly three. When I say "we" I mostly mean "he". I fetched nails and things from the garage when he needed them, but Dad did all the work. Even our retired neighbor -- a widower named Hal came over and did more work than I did. "Almost done. We'll get shingles for the roof eventually. Maybe your mom will give us a rug and a chair for the inside. It's big enough for you to even bring your sleeping bag in there....not that we'll let you do that without some discussion. You know your mother." Suddenly I liked the idea of my own separate place away from them. I now embraced the concept of a tree house. After he waterproofed it and made double sure it was securely stable, I could go in it. Sweet! I made it into my second room...a second place to hide. I ultimately had a table and chair there...along with a rug and some old pillows. It was a perfect space for me to escape. Of course I brought out my radio. My aunt had bought me a "boom box" for my birthday. It was so huge and ate up D batteries like crazy, but the sound was good. I would wake up early in the morning and go to my escape place to spend the whole day listening to music and daydreaming. I guess my parents thought that I'd be having a bunch of friends over to play pirates or something. I only went inside to go to the bathroom or refill my plastic jug with Pepsi. Then one day, a few weeks before school started, I had a visitor to my private tree space, It was my old friend Pete, "Hi, Will. Your mom invited me to "come play". As if we even "play" anymore." Pete had gotten taller and seemed more adult. I was just a kid and everybody around me was growing up. "Yeah, She's lame. I know. Do you like this station?" There was a Duran Duran song on. "104.1? No way. I like real music. Only girls listen to that shit. I like 99.8. Speaking of girls, look what I have..." He pulled out a porno magazine from the back of his shirt, It must have been uncomfortable to walk with that jammed into the waistband of his Lee jeans. I didn't change the station because my favorite Cyndi Lauper song was playing. I really liked her. Porn? Pete? It didn't match. But he'd changed so much. He almost had facial hair. "My dad has tons of these in the house. He must really like to beat his meat." "Do what?" "He jerks off. It's called a bunch of things. You've never done it?" "Do WHAT??" "You rub your dick up and down until the stuff comes out. My bother does it too." "How do you do it?" "Well, I can show you. It's not gay if I just show you." Pete found the centerfold. The model was obviously an adult woman, but she was dressed like a little girl. She also slightly resembled a girl at our school that every guy had a crush on. She got boobs in the fifth grade and was extremely athletic. She played all the sports and taught tennis during the Summer. He unzipped right there in front of me and started to fondle his private parts. I couldn't believe it. I tried to make sense out of what he was doing, but it was all just too bizarre to comprehend. He kept going and before long, he stopped and some milky stuff came flying out of his little wiener. He quickly sipped back up and suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He told me to try it and I was horrified at the idea. Interested but still horrified. I had a million thoughts and a million things to say, but right about then my mom came out to ask if we wanted ice cream sandwiches. We declined and waited until she went back to the house. "I gotta go. Want me to leave you this.? My dad will never know it's missing." "Nah. Maybe. No." "OK. I'll bring another one next time." He climbed down and I was alone again. Alone with all these crazy new thoughts. That night at dinner, I could barely eat and didn't say a word. Parents exchanged glances. "It nice to see Pete again. He's grown so much. Well, you both have. Did you two have fun?", she asked. "Yeah." "I can take you guys to the pool tomorrow. Or you could rife your bikes. You haven't ridden that bike in forever." She needed something. My silent dad did too. They wanted a normal son and I wanted them to not want that. "Maybe. Thanks." That was enough. No way could I go back to the pool. Knowing what I did about my body and seeing that hot lifeguard would just be way too overwhelming. I went back to my tree house and listened to the radio until almost midnight. I went to bed and made a few attempts to 'beat my meat'. It wasn't happening. All I could picture was that she-girl and Pete's little dick. I was not inspired. Horny. but not enough for this. I somehow fell asleep and dreamed about the lifeguard screwing some woman who was dressed as a little girl. The long Summer days rolled along and the only thing I did was listen to the radio. Pete came by about once a week. He always brought a new nudie magazine and I always pretended to like the pictures. Vaginas were just gross. God only knows what was up in those things. Pete never masturbated in front of me again. He told me about this 7th grade girl that had let him feel her boobs. And then one day he brought over a new magazine called "Club". There men in it. Sure, they were always soft and there was always a naked woman there too, but at last I got to see a penis!! There was one series of pics about a trucker picking up a hitchhiking woman and they made out in his truck. He had a huge hairy dick and big red balls. That's when I felt something. I wanted the trucker. "This is good one. Can I keep it?" "Why? What is it about this one? You never wanted to keep any of the other magazines?" "I--I just like this one." "Yeah. I'll let you keep it. But you have to tell me why first. Is it because there are dudes in it? You like dicks, right? I guessed that a long time ago." "What? No! I just...." "You're just a gay. Everybody knows it. I'm not a gay, but my brother might be one. It's okay. I'll bring over some of my dad's "Hustler"s. There's always guys in that." "Uh..." "I'll come by tomorrow and give you some magazines with dicks. But then I'm not going to visit anymore. I like you, but I don't want to be around you so much. It feels weird. No offense." I closed my eyes and nodded. I knew what I was and so did the whole world, apparently. I sat there and listened to David Bowie sing about his little China girl. It was the middle of Summer. I'd never be the same after today. Never. I successfully ejaculated that night and every night after that. But during the day, I just sat in the tree house, listened to music and wondered what the hell was next. Once school started, I'd say 'hi' to Pete. but he was always out of it. He'd somehow fallen into the stoner crowd. Just like his older brother. He smoked now and would sometimes give off booze fumes. I had no friends left in the whole world. It stayed that way in high school. I just kept beating off. listening to the peak of new wave pop. And getting stoned. Weed was surprisingly easy to get in my little town. Pete gave me my first joint when he dropped off a load of mags and then never visited again. At school. we were just polite classmates now. Fine. I was too weird anyway. I was a committed loner and childhood friendships didn't mean a thing anymore. I spent long days and nights in the tree house. Hair bands had taken over the radio...pretend rockers with identical looks. I heard the music change and the playlists mutate while I blissed-out on an herbal cloud. By the time I got to college, grunge had entered with "Smells Like Teen Spirit". I bought the cassette and played it endlessly. It was music meant for ME. I even liked the copycat bands. My dorm roommate moved out when I wouldn't talk to him and blared my music. I had the place to myself which was good because I hadn't learned how to be social or considerate yet. It's everyone else with a problem...not me. I was just doing my thing. My adviser suggested I be an English major and I simply shrugged and went with that. I read so many books and wrote so many papers. I was acing all the classes and even some electives like "History of Photography". I was a deep thinker (or so I told myself) and none of the homework interfered with my isolated stoner life. And then reality rudely moved in. Mom was sick. Dad called me and said my mom collapsed in a store. Turns out her kidneys were failing. And she had crippling back pain. "Can you come back home, William? She would appreciate it so much. She's on dialysis twice a week. Just get your finals over with and come home.Please." By the time I got through exams and made it back to my Nowhere town, Mom was way worse. Christmas was a week away and that woman loved Christmas. But the house looked like every other day. No tree, or stockings or anything. Turns out it was bone cancer and she'd never get better. She got smaller and thinner and then died in her sleep. But at least I got to kiss her cheek and hold her hand one last time. Poor lady. She deserved a better son than me. My dad couldn't handle it all and moved in with his brother - who lived in a town in the next county. I was on my own., alone in a silent house. I guess Dad had recovered enough to make all the arrangements. The funeral would be in three days. We got our first snow and it was cold out, but I went to the tree house to get super stoned. My radio was still there, but I didn't turn it on because the batteries were probably dead. Like Mom. I'd cried enough on the drive home, and now my eyes were dry. I had a Walkman back at the house, but before I could go grab it, I had a visitor. Pete. Never thought I'd see him again. "Hi. You okay? I heard about your mom." "Yeah. I'm okay. My dad split... I guess he'll come home before Saturday. He's a mess." "Yeah. I bet. Are you here alone? Damn. I'm so sorry." "I'm fine by myself." "Want some of this?", he said reaching into his pocket for a little bag of white powder. I knew what it was and what it looked like from TV. Cocaine. Sure. Whatever. We both snorted some, and my heart sped up. I also wanted to start talking....which I did. I told him about my isolation and cloaked gayness. I talked on and on and didn't stop. "I'm sorry for leaving you all alone back then. Those days were different. I got married. Did you know that? And then I got divorced. In four months. She was more of a coke-head than I am." "Wow." I didn't give a shit. really. I had my own issues to deal with and suddenly didn't feel like talking about it. We did a few more lines and I needed to stop because my heart was beating way too fast. Pete straightened himself up a little. "I was going to wait to tell you this, but...." "What?" "My older brother. He went to college like you did....but dropped out after a year. Drugs and stuff. He's living at home now. And he looks sick. Anyway -- I showed him your photo in the yearbook and told him...about.... some things. He wants to meet you. He might be your type. What do you think?" I motioned for his bag of coke. We did more and then split the remainder of my fat joint. "Is he home tonight? Tell him to come over." "Are you sure, Will? Your mom just died. He's gay for sure, but he's kinda sick. You do know there's a gay AIDS out there. He might have it." "No worries. I want to see him again." "OK." "Tell him to bring some 'D' batteries too. My boom box is dead. Tell him I need charging." Looking back, I can't believe I said that. But I did. There are no take-backs in life. I'd learn that soon. Not long after Pete left, I decided to take a nap. I had on a ski jacket and long pants. I slept for maybe a few minutes, imagining I heard the radio playing. No. I DID hear it. There was someone there with a flashlight. It was Pete's brother, Brice. The light hurt my eyes and I told him to shut it off. "Oh, Sorry. I didn't have any 'D' batteries, but I brought over my own boom box. Let your eyes adjust. It gives a nice glow in the dark." He was right. Once the flashlight was off, I felt better and could see more. His radio gave off a nice green glow that reminded me of something, but I couldn't think what it was. Something I'd seen on TV? "Brice? What time is it?" "It's a fine time. Mild Winter nights make me horny as hell. God, you've barely changed....you look like a kid still. Sorry about your mom, man." "Thanks. Pete said you're back at home, now. How's that?" I was waking completely and sitting up a little. "It's fine. Not like I got a choice. Pete said you home alone. Is that true? Let's go inside where it's warmer." "Sure. Bring your radio." I liked that green glow for some reason. We crunched our way through the dead leaves and frozen air. The house was a tomb. I turned up the heat and led Brice up to my room. He was a tall guy, much taller than the rest of his family. In the light, he looked thin and a little sick. Very pale. I knew what was coming next. "You got a night light or something? It's too bright in here." "I used to. Just turn on your boom box -- that'll give enough glow." He did. Donna Summer's song about her love flying across the sky was on. I liked that song. I made myself not lip-synch it as our eyes adjusted to the darker room. Brice was undressing....and I figured I should do the same. It was getting warmer. Or maybe just I was. He got under the covers with me, and I realized he'd taken off everything. I'd left my underwear and socks on. I took them off in the green glow. "You're my brother's age, right? You're 19?" Well, yeah.... "Yes. Why?" "I just don't need anything else on my record. We're going to fuck. Ready?" "Yes. I want that." "In about an hour...some friends of mine are coming over. They know who you are and want to plow your little ass. I left the door open. I hope that's okay because it's already done. Not like you have a choice." He was on top of me...in the bed I'd slept in as a teen and done my homework on top of. Brice was wild and maybe insane a little...it seemed like he was trying to devour me, or kill me. I felt his hard dick against my stomach. It was my first kiss, my first everything. I felt his hard dick on my stomach and really wanted to look at it. As if he'd read my mind, he scooted up and let it tower over my face, The greenish glow and the shadows made it look huge. This was way better than seeing soft members in magazines. Way, way better. The head of it looked wet...or maybe it was just the light. "I'm leaking pre-cum like a motherfucker...that almost never happens. Want a taste?" I didn't even have time to answer before he was poking that glistening head between my lips. The taste was new but as old as time. I loved it. He took my moans of satisfaction as his cue to push it further into my mouth. I loved it. I'd been imagining this act for so long. He pushed farther until I gagged a little. Then we found an agreeable place he could thrust in and out of. I sometimes wish I could turn off my brain and just go with the things my body was feeling. Pete said he was "sick" and I tried to get that thought out of my head. This was so nice. He stopped and pulled the dick away. "I don't want to cum just now. Ever eaten ass before?" "No. I've never done anything." "I'm clean, well -- clean-ish. If you don't like it, we can stop. I didn't like doing it myself. Not at first." He sat his bare ass right on my ass. I didn't know how I was supposed to 'eat' it, so I just kissed his cheeks and slid my tongue up and down between the crack. Without anything in my head except horniness, I pushed my tongue into his butt hole. He moaned and spread his buttocks apart more. My tongue and mouth overruled my brain and just went on pleasing him while I forgot all about breathing. "Goddamn -- you're a natural little bo --- ssshhh. I think the other guys are here. You don't mind if they watch, do you? I can make them stay out in the hall." "No...I don't mind." "Be right back." He got up and left my room, and then called to the strangers from the top of the stairs. They all filed in. Four or five of them maybe. Six? I couldn't tell. Janet Jackson was singing. All of my senses were turned up to the max. "You fellas get to see me take this kid's virginity. Good timing." Maybe he wanted to show off or something, but he got super demanding and he made his voice sound lower. He commanded me to put a pillow under my butt and spread my legs. I did as told. My brain told me this is how the gays were getting that disease, but I was beyond caring. He held my legs even farther apart, and tried to poke that beautiful cock into my ass. It was unbearable. "STOP!" I couldn't handle this. "Did anybody bring lube? He is so fucking tight." "Yeah. I brought a tube of KY. Mostly full." That voice was familiar somehow. Another guy said "Brice, you said he was a virgin. Why the hell didn't you bring some yourself? I brought some booze, but you owe me the next turn at his ass." "Deal." He worked the oil or whatever it was onto his erection and the poured some right onto my exposed hole. His big fingers were pushing it inside of me. That hurt too, but I muted my protests somehow. And then he pushed the head of his dick into me. I screamed again. One of the dudes turned up the radio and Paula Abdul was singing loudly as Brice held his hand over my mouth. He went slow, but never pulled out...just kept going. I'd agreed to this I guess. But DAMN -- it didn't feel sexy. He was all the way to his balls and stayed there for a few seconds. I adjusted and tried to enjoy it...I'd only ever wanted this. He started thrusting back and forth. This was fucking! I was fucking! He found a good rhythm we could both enjoy. The guys were murmuring among themselves. One of them said "You got two more lesions on your back, Brice." "Shut the fuck up, Andy. I'm about to knock him up...right....NOW! AH FUCK!" He must have cum. I wish I could say I felt it, but the pain and the pleasure and feel of his body were just so intense. I was no longer a virgin and probably not healthy anymore. Brice stayed still for a bit and panted. He got up and was soon replaced by Andy,the booze-bringer. He was shorter than Brice, but just as endowed. He'd been beating off and drinking. He offered me a sip from his bottle and I was glad for it. I have no idea what it was, but it made me cough. They all laughed. "Take one more sip. It gets better." He was right. He didn't bother with my mouth at all. Just fucked me with no attention paid to me as a person, It was so much easier this time around -- maybe because of all the sperm already in my hole or maybe I had just learned to handle it better. He was fast and didn't even tell me he was shooting his load inside of me. He just stood up and said "Done". I had a few more drinks from the bottle, which made me feel warm inside and out. I was a slut now. Maybe Andy was sick as well....he'd just swam in Brice's juices after all. "My turn." I knew that voice was familiar. It was the lifeguard from the pool...the guy I'd fantasized about all those years. He was as hairy as I remembered. Maybe not as muscular, but still beautiful. His dick was a bit smaller than the other two, but I honestly didn't care. He was my dream and he was going to fuck me. I completely enjoyed the sex this time. For one thing, he talked to me. He also kissed me and it felt like 'making love'. The sensation of his penis inside of me made me shudder as if I was cold. The world went away and it was just the two of us. "You never went off the high dive. Too scared? I saw you grow up and now I'm seeing you as a man. Ready for that final dive? I'm gonna cum. You'll never be afraid of anything now....uhhh. YEAH! I just took you to the deep end." He kissed me passionately. There were still guys there who wanted their turn. I obliged. Brice went at me again and so did the lifeguard (Tom). I woke up in his arms that next morning. He and I had a long-distance relationship after the funeral and after I went back to school. I made it home more often and we made all kinds of plans together. We were both poz and I really want to believe it was his strain that I carried inside of me. My lifeguard and I in the same club. We're both still alive and living in my old house with Dad. He's the one who keeps track of our medications and doctor's appointments. We're a family. My ideal childhood turned into an ideal life.

Here's my 1st slam. It was with my dear, sweet friend with benefits. From the day we met, B just oozed sex. At 6', 170 lbs, milk chocolate complexion, short afro, 9.5" uncut with what he called obscene overhang, he was LUST personified. We clicked instantly and our 1st kiss lasted 10 minutes. After our 1st time, we got together regularly as we grew closer. One night, B told me he'd smoked some T and asked if I wanted to try it. Naturally, I agreed. Taking out a glass cock and a bag of shards, we shotgunned clouds back and forth. FUCK, what a rush! A few weeks later, B confessed to slamming and before he could ask, I said, "I want you to slam me!" Knowing I'd be agreeable, he took out 2 preloaded rigs, alcohol preps and a tourniquet. Finding a vein, he wiped it clean and tied it off, as I stared into his deep brown eyes. I looked down, watching him hit the vein and got the flash. As he pressed the plunger, filling my vein with the T, I got lost in his eyes once again. Pulling the rig out, he released the tourniquet as he raised my arm. I coughed as the rush hit me. In a bit more than a minute, B had slammed himself and was ready when I demanded, "FUCK ME!"

I love eating and fucking swollen ass lips. Absolutely love getting my tongue in there before I fuck, during a fuck and after a fuck. I also have a couple of buddies who love ass play, stretching a hole and loading it up. I am a HUGE fan of swollen lips

Part 8 Jamal turned to Sir and asked him, “You wanna tell him? Or you want me to tell him? Dad.” Even in my spun out mind, I was completely shocked my what was just said. Dad? Lamont looked to Jamal, smiled, and then smacked him across the face. “On your knees.” Jamal’s attitude changed as he said, “Yes, Sir,” and got on his knees next to Lamont. Master and Daddy were on either side of me while Lamont sat in the chair. “Guys, this is my nephew, Jamal. I know, shocking right? Why do you think I’ve never had you guys over?” Immediately interrupting their reactions. “He’s lived with me for the last four years since his mother died.” I looked at Jamal, who was still on his knees. There was no reaction from him. “Jamal’s a great kid, well man, and usually follows my rules. Makes it an easy situation.” “However, there were only two major rules I expected him to follow. Tell them what the rules are, Jamal.” “No sex in the house. No drugs in the house.” “Did you follow those rules, Jamal?” “No I did not.” “I found evidence of him having someone over, but decided to not confront him.” Looking down at Jamal, Lamont put a hand on his muscular shoulder and said, “No. I decided to test his honesty.” “About four months ago, I told him I was going to be out all night and would see him the next day. You guys remember the night I cancelled on you?” They nodded their heads. “So, I came back a couple hours after leaving, and entered the house quietly. I immediately saw his spliff stub on a table and then the sounds. Boy was laying some serious pipe on some loud little bitch.” “I followed the noise, expecting it to be coming from his room. Where were you at?” “I was in your room, Sir. In your bed.” “This little shit not only broke the only two rules I had, but was also fucking some nasty skank, in My. Fucking. Bed.” Each of the last three words were matched with smacks to the back of Jamal’s head. He flinched, but did not move. “I watched for a minute, impressed with his ass flexing every time he pounded inward. The boy was brutal, I could see a bit of his hand wrapped around a throat. Another looked like it was over the mouth.” Lamont looked at me, smiled, “You got a bit of that.” “Suddenly, a thought came into my mind.” I yelled out, “What in the fuck is going on in here Jamal?” “I’ve never seen a guy move so fast. He pulled out and I heard another yelp of pain.” ”Jamal flipped over on his back, his dick sticking straight up and still leaking cum. He’d apparently just started nutting when i interrupted.” ”I didn’t even look at what or who he was fucking, staring directly into Jamal’s eyes, which were quickly spreading wide open, a mix of shock and then fear.” I pointed in the direction of the other person, and said, “Get the fuck out of my house.” In under 30 seconds, the front door slammed shut. “Unc…” “Shut the fuck up, Jamal.” i continued staring at Jamal and saw him try and grab the sheet to cover himself. I moved so fast, i think he thought I was going to attack him. I grabbed the sheet and yanked it away. His dick was now soft, most likely fear induced. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” “I…” “Shut your mouth.” Jamal went silent, never having heard his uncle even so much as raise his voice. “You ungrateful little shit. I bring you into my home, give you everything you could need and only expect you to follow two rules. And you spit in my face by breaking both of them, and doing one of them in my bed?” “I could actually see tears in Jamal’s eyes as I was berating him. I knew I had him” Jamal looked up at Lamont again, tears in his eyes as the story was being told. “You have no respect for me or the home I brought you into? Then get the fuck out. You got 10 minutes to get dressed, grab whatever clothes you can and get out.” Jamal began the tears when I said this. “Please, uncle Lamont. I got nowhere else. I got nobody else.” “Go stay with the skank. Trade your big dick for a bed.” “I can’t…” “Well then what are you going to do then boy? I can’t trust you here. You’d have to re-earn my trust.” “Please uncle, I’ll do what ever you want. What ever it takes. You’re all I have.” A smile spread across my face, knowing I had him. “Yeah, boy? Your gonna do what ever I want. Yes, you are. Get the fuck off my bed and on your knees on the floor.” Jamal appeared confused and didn’t move. “NOW!” He jumped out of the bed and got on the floor on his knees. “Crawl. Crawl to your punishment, boy.” “Jamal?” Jamal took over. “I began crying, fearing what was coming. I crawled to Uncle Lamont, until I was inches from him. I never thought I’d be naked, on my knees in front of a guy, let alone my uncle.” “I looked up at my uncle, tears still coming out. I was scared, humiliated and had no idea what was coming.” ”Before I even registered movement, Uncle Lamont slapped me so hard across the face, I fell on my side.” ”After the shock, the pain hit and it was the worst I’d ever felt.” “He quietly said, ‘Get back on your fucking knees.’” ”In spite of the pain, I did as he said. I was beginning to think I was going to get a major beating. I wasn’t to far off. As soon as I was back up, another slap, to the other side of my face came and I fell over again.” ” In the coldest voice I’ve ever heard, he simply said, ‘Get back up. I’m not done.” ”He slapped me twice more, but this time I was ready for them and did not fall.” ”No he didn’t. There was a mix of pride and frustration that he was able to withstand the last two slaps,” Lamont said as resumed the narrative. ”I reached down and wiped the tears from his face and told him to open his mouth. I smeared his tears on his lips and tongue, which only led to more tears.” ”Knock that crying off boy. The night is still young, you’re going to be crying, a lot harder, very soon.” ”His eyes widened in, what did you say later Jamal? Terror?” Jamal only nodded. “Lower your head and look straight ahead.” “Wen he was able to do so, I heard him sharply breathe in” As he was saying this I noticed that his dick was standing at full attention, hard as ever. ”Tell them what you saw.” Jamal continued, “When I looked down, I was staring directly at my uncles crotch. The bulge in his pants was scary big. The zipper appeared to be pushed out to its maximum and there was a huge bulge running down the left side of his pants.” “The cold voice returned, ‘Open my pants, boy. Let it out.” “I was to scared to move, the thought of unbuttoning and unzipping another guys pants was, well, disgusting. At the time at least.” I snapped into motion when Uncle Lamont started to raise his hand. I heard the voice, still intimidating, but not as cold, “Damn. You learned too quickly.” ”My hand were shaking badly and my arms felt like they were made of solid lead. It took me several attempts to just get the button open, my fear and disgust at what was doing, plus the bulge, making it hard to open.” Lamont and Daddy both laughed at the pun. ”The zipper was also a challenge as I was warned to be careful. Uncle wasn’t wearing underwear, so I had to make sure not to catch his dick in the zipper.” ”He ordered me to take them all the way off, but not to move away from his crotch. As I completed the task, I caught whiff of his crotch. The musk of a real man who works out and takes care of himself. I’ve smelled it on me and he saw the look on my face change, ever so briefly, as I heard him say, “You like that smell don’t you boy.” “I’d seen guys naked at the gym, but never been that close to another guy naked, especially not when their dick was hard.” “He made me stare at it, and tell me what I thought of it. How it compares to mine. He was trying to humiliate me; and it worked.” “I had always prided myself as being big dicked, especially against other guys. But uncle Lamont was huge, and thick. I told him I was envious.” Lamont laughed as this was said. “I hoped that was all he was going to do, but I was wrong.” He told me, “You like the look of that monster right in front of you? You wanna touch it don’t you? See what a real man dick feels like? Do it. NOW!” “I tried to resist but I couldn’t. I took it in my hand. I was shocked when I felt how hard it was and that I couldn’t wrap my hand around it.” “Open your mouth Jamal. Let me feel that tongue lick the piss slit. I’ll give you a little taste.” “I tried to beg, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he pushed the head in. I was held there, and made to watch, as Uncle squeezed his cock until a huge drop of his precum dropped out onto my tongue.” “He pulled out and made me swallow. I wanted to spit it out, but didn’t dare risk it. I swallowed and fought off a response.” “Uncle Lamont, please…” “Please? Please what?” “Please don’t make me do that. Please don’t make me suck you.” “He smiled down at me, cupped my cheek in his hand and said, ‘I’m not going to make you suck my dick. What kind of person do you think I am?” “I was relieved and relaxed when he said this.” “Then I saw a change in his face, in his eyes. ‘No, little boy. I’m not much into blow jobs since my dick is too big, even for the best whores. What I am gonna do? I’m gonna fuck that hot muscle ass of yours, and dump my cum deep in you, make you my personal bitch. Maybe then you will learn not to fuck up in my house.” “No. Please, uncle, I’m not a…” “Be VERY careful what you say next.” “I… I’m not like that. I’m sorry, uncle. Please…” “You had your chance Jamal. You begged to let me let you stay. Weren’t your own words you’d do what ever? Now, it’s what ever time.” I began crying harder, pleading. “Turn around, and put your hands on the ground in front of you. Let me see that muscle butt I’m going to deflower.” “I tried to resist, but Uncle slapped me across the face. I knew there was no other choice. I reluctantly turned around on my knees and bent forward, showing him my ass. I never ever imagined being in this position, especially not in front of my uncle.” Lamont took over. “I have fucked hundred of sluts, boys and girls. But at that moment, I’d never been more fucking turned on. I never thought I’d be staring at, or gettin ready to fuck, my nephew, but damn. That ass is mighty nice. Show it off to these men, Jamal.” “Yes, Uncle.” Jamal, still naked, turned around, got on his hands and knees, then dropped his chest down, pushing that ass up. Even as a bottom, I got to admit, that was a fucking hot ass. Daddy and Sir each whistled and Daddy asked, “Share?” Lamont smiled and said, “We’ll see. Knees.” Jamal returned to his original position as Lamont continued. “As beautiful as the sight was, he wasn’t perfectly placed for his breaking in. I made him learn the position he was just in. This stirred another plea in him, but he quickly learned, through a kick to those big beautiful nuts, that there was no leniency coming.” “I told him to look forward, into the floor length mirror, and look at what he was becoming. The view was gorgeous, his chin on the floor and his ass in the air. I made sure he saw the camera as I took his picture.” “Oh, damn that’s a fine sight there. Big, tough and strait black man. Got that muscle ass up in the air, ready for me to fuck you aren’t you? Tell your uncle what you want. It’ll just be between us, our dirty little secret.” “I didn’t punish you for staying silent did I little buddy?” Jamal looked up at Lamont, “No, uncle. Not at first…” strangely, they each smiled at this. “Now Jamal, there’s just one more thing I need from you. Do you want to know what that is?” He remained silent, and I moved my foot toward his balls. Without needing the reminder, Jamal asked, broken, “What uncle?” “I want you to reach those big muscular arms back and use those big black hands. I want you to spread those hot muscular ass cheeks apart so that I can see that hole I’m about to fuck” “I have to admit, I was really enjoying breaking him down. Much like you did to me Jake. Perhaps I learned that from you?” Daddy grinned, “You appeared to learn well. Though I think it was already there.” “Jamal glared at me from the mirror, but did as ordered. That hole was something of glory. Tight and small, between a beautiful light brown crack. There’s just a little fur around it.” “Show them Jamal.” “Yes, Uncle.” Jamal immediately assumed the position, chest on the ground, ass in the air. He reached back and spread his cheeks. It was almost as Lamont described, but the hole was not as small as he described. Jamal resumed his position next to Lamont. I was still in awe of this whole thing. “Just stay there boy, I’ll be right back. I have a little something that will make your first fuck memorable. And remember, this your fault.”

My tight pink hole which needs to be broken in

Sigh. Clinton didn't propose it, and only acquiesced in it because he knew there weren't enough votes to sustain his veto in Congress, particularly in an election year when the Republicans were making "ehrmahgawd the porn" an election issue. Had Clinton vetoed the bill and somehow the minority of Democrats in Congress managed to keep Congress from overriding it, the result would have been more Democratic losses in the House (instead, we gained a few seats), and it's possible (although unlikely) that Clinton himself might have lost key states. If some of the states that have since gone red - Florida, Tennessee, Missouri, Iowa, Florida, etc. - had flipped earlier instead of under Bush the Inferior, Clinton might well have lost the election. If you're going to blame someone, maybe don't just point at a president from a party you clearly don't like and assume he must have supported the legislation. That's the sign of a really simplistic, uneducated approach to politics.

EPILOGUE My life pretty much exploded after that fateful night. Obviously it was over with Sarah, and I moved out as soon as I could. She completely ghosted me, which I don't blame her for after what she definitely saw come through on her phone/ I was damn near disowned by my family, although after a few months my sister-in-law reached out and met up with me. I was told to be patient, that they would come to terms with it, and that they still loved me. A year on and that hasn't come to pass, but at least she messages me every month or so to check in so it feels like there's some connection. I haven't seen any of the guys since it happened, and can only assume that I won't again. I had caught a few of their horrified messages on the journey home from the club before my phone went on silent, and by the time I turned it back on the next day I had been kicked out of the WhatsApp group. I suppose I could have tried directly calling or texting one or two of them, but I doubted that would get me very far. I'm also off the football team, although one of the gay guys who plays now comes round regularly to breed me, often bringing a mate or two. I'm thinking of joining a gay men's team if they'll have me. I did manage to avoid getting fired, largely because the only person in the office who found out about it was one of the managers in the finance team. He seemed so straight-laced and proper that it was a bit of a surprise to find myself being essentially blackmailed into taking his loads - and those of whoever else he felt should have a go with me - on a regular basis. Underneath the grey suits and general ledgers was a toxic pig, it transpired. The pierced guy, who I now know as Brian, took me in once I had moved out of the flat I shared with Sarah. "He's gone" was the only thing he was willing to say about his partner's absence, and I didn't probe it any further. Perhaps what had been done to me was a wake-up call for Brian, but I didn't think that could be it alone. Either way, I moved into the basement garden flat and started paying some rent, although it is pretty cheap and I earn my keep in other ways. Rarely a day goes by when he doesn't breed me in some part of the house. I know what you're wondering, and yes, I did of course come down with the fuck flu. It wasn't too bad, and a quick visit to a clinic once I was better confirmed the diagnosis. I've gone on meds, on the basis that I may as well stay healthy seeing as I'm just a receptacle rather than a potential gifter. I now bear a large stylised biohazard tattoo on my upper back - annoyingly meaning I have to wear thick shirts at work even on hot days - and took a lot of inspiration from Ace Era when I elected to get the words "BREED" and "ME" imprinted on each of my buttcheeks. Free of Sarah's disapproval, I'm still thinking about other tattoos to get, but these seemed like the most important ones. For now, I have something of a life. I have made a couple of new friends to give me some sense of normality, and I have a large and ever expanding list of guys who like to use me regularly. I also frequently just take my chances on the heath or other cruising locations, eager to satisfy a need that has only grown stronger over time. Brian sometimes takes me back to the club, although I've never experienced anything quite like my first night there. My only regret is the way things worked out with my friends and family, but I suppose I've made peace with it. I'm not sure where things will go as I get older, but I'm keeping any potential loss of appeal at bay with a robust gym regime. It doesn't hurt that most workouts end up with a recharging or two in the toilets from the toxic doms who run the place. To this day I still don't get turned on by men, other than by the prospect of being reamed out. I continue to find women attractive, and on the rare occasions when I have some alone time of that nature, it is straight porn that I watch. I don't know that I will ever understand why I'm wired up so wrong, but that's OK. I have accepted who I am. My name is Christian Berg. I'm straight. I'm poz. I'm a cumdump for any man that wants to use me. And this was my story. THE END

I took a deep inhale of my third cigarette in a row, while continuing to stare dumbfounded at my phone. Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp groups - all had been used to communicate to my nearest and dearest what I had become. It must have been so early on in the night that he had managed to unlock it by pointing it at my face without me knowing, given how long the pictures had been up. I had deleted them of course, but the damage was done. The vitriol in the messages and comments made it clear that people had seen it, and they were not amused. No more need to break up with Sarah, she was well aware of what I now was. Probably no need to get involved with the normally complicated planning of the family Christmas gathering, as I doubt any of them would want me there around my nieces and nephews. Unlikely to be many more drinks with the guys. Doubtful I would play football with that particular club again. Even if not everyone I was connected to had seen the graphic images, they would certainly hear about them. At least, for now, nothing related to my job seemed to have been affected. "I can't believe you did this to me" I quietly said to the pierced guy and his partner, before taking another deep draw on my cigarette. "Yeah, well, now you won't have any distractions getting in the way of servicing the many men who will want a piece of you" said the pierced guy, although I detected a slight hesitance in his voice. I was not convinced he had known his partner was going to do this. "You've destroyed my life" I said, a bit more firmly. "Your old life" the partner said. "That's not who you are anymore." "Fuck you" I replied. "That was for me to decide, not you." "Oh, he's finally growing a pair" replied the partner, sneering at me. "Bit late now though. If you'd shown you had a spine before now I might have reconsidered." Man, I had misjudged these two. Or at least the partner. I knew they were pushing me into things fast, but I never detected any malice before now. "Come on" said the pierced guy, quite gently. "We'll take you home. I think you've had enough for tonight." I was now convinced he hadn't played a part in what his partner had done. I looked at him, and then nodded. "Just you though" I said. "I'm done with your friend here." His partner sneered at me, but the pierced guy looked at him and nodded. The partner looked between the two of us, and then went back inside in a bit of a huff. "I'm sorry" said the pierced guy. "I didn't know he was going to do that." "Yeah, I figured" I replied. "I'm ruined." "You're not ruined" he said. "If your friends and family love you, they'll come around." "After I've apparently sent them graphic photos and videos of me getting gangbanged?" I responded. "Yeah" he sighed, "perhaps not." We stood looking at one another for a moment, and then he put his hand on my shoulder and encouraged me back inside. I got out of the restraints, and put my clothes and bling back on. From the sounds of it there was still plenty going on downstairs, but we slipped back outside and walked back to the car. "Where's home?" he asked. "Clapham" I replied. "But you can drop me off at a station or something." "No, that's OK" he said. "I think I owe you at least a chauffeur-driven ride home." The drive back was near silent. I mostly just stared out the window, losing myself in an increasingly panicked cycle of thoughts about what had happened and what was to follow. Sensing my deteriorating state of mind, shortly after setting out the pierced guy had pulled over, taken my phone out of my hands, put it on night mode and then handed it back, all without speaking. Thereafter I just watched the world go by, lost in my thoughts. Eventually we got back to the quiet street where Sarah and I rented an upstairs flat in a terraced house. Rather than just stopping and letting me out, he parked the car in a rare space and then sat for a moment. "Do you want to come in?" I eventually asked. Strangely, now that we were here, I felt like I needed company to stave off the panic. "Is that what you want?" he responded. "Yes" I stated. "Your partner is a cunt for what he has done to me, but you didn't know about that. Right now I don't think I want to be alone." "OK" he said, before opening the car door and climbing out. I did the same, lighting up a cigarette once I was on the pavement. We waited for a couple of minutes for me to quickly finish it, then I stubbed it out and plonked the butt into our wheelie bin. I then let us in, and we went upstairs. How things had changed since I was last there. I looked around at almost a living museum of the life I had led before the weekend. It wasn't really who I was, I knew that even while going along with it, but it was definitely a thing of the past now. I figured I would have to start the process of moving out the next day, although to go where I had no idea. I doubted I would have many offers of a spare room or sofa. "Would you like a drink?" I asked him, putting those thoughts aside for now.. "Are we here to drink?" he replied, after a pause. "I guess not" I said. Without any further words, I turned off the lights I had just switched on, and headed into the bedroom. He followed me in, and within a few minutes I was face down on the bed with his pierced cock once again buried deep up my hole. Sunday would be hell. Sunday would be the fallout. Sunday would be the first day of whatever life I was now going to be leading. But for now, I closed my eyes and just accepted my fate.

Love getting pissed in had 3 guys piss in a funnel shoved up my ass

Chapter 2 I pulled up outside Brad’s flat. There was a dim light on that I could see through the blinds. I locked the car and walked up to the door. As I was about to knock the door swung open. He must have been watching me approach, though I hadn’t seen him at the window. I walked in, the door closing behind me. Brad was there in a dark coloured bathrobe. ‘Follow me ‘ he calmly said in his deep voice, barely more than a whisper. I felt compelled to do as I was told , almost as though it was an order. He made his way into the lounge area. There was low mood lighting, and the brightest light came from the large flat screen tv on the wall. It showed a smooth sexy twink being barebacked by a hunk of an older guy. My cock rose to semi hardness straight away. Brad opened his robe and I could see a large cock, probably 7 ins long at least and thick. I had not seen a cock like it outside of a porn flick. He had a furry chest and there was a glint of metal at one of his nipples. I could see tattoos as well, a tribal design around the upper part of his chest. ‘ Strip to your boxers’ he growled. I quickly complied before he turned me round and viewed what he saw. I was sporting a boner now. His hand went down the back of my boxers and he slid a finger down the crack of my cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘come here … on your knees’ I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I sank to my knees and took his cock. I licked the shaft before swallowing the end. I had only ever given a couple of blow jobs before , and never to completion , a few years previously when just fooling around with a guy. Nothing like this. I started playing with my cock as I sucked Brads thick member. ‘suck my balls’ Brad whispered . I came off the shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It was just a natural reaction. I was loving it. I looked up and saw more tattoos in his shaved pubic area. There was a star at one side and a scorpion at the other, again in a tribal design. They looked in keeping with the rest of his body ink and I thought nothing more of it. ‘im going to teach you all you will need to know. Have you a girlfriend?’ I nodded as Brads cock was back in my mouth. ‘Does she know you suck cock?’ I shook my head. ‘Good! Let’s keep it that way for the time being. In time you will want to tell her you are a cock sucking faggot , but for now we will keep that under wraps’ . I carried on wanking the cock in front of me. ‘this is lesson one, you will be swallowing my cum shortly. You will then leave quietly and message me when you want lesson two. I know that will be soon, you’re a natural.’ I was still rubbing my own cock but I wanted to taste my first cum load, so I went to town on Brads cock. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t explain it. ‘ Here it comes boy, don’t spill a drop’ Brads cum hit the back of my throat and I desperately tried to swallow it all. He must have been saving up a few days worth as I nearly gagged as I swallowed. I licked his shaft clean and wiped his cock on my face as I had seen it the porn flicks. ‘Dress and go ‘ Brad ordered, the sound on the porn flick now filling the room as the twink was getting a pounding. ‘thank you’ I mumbled as I dressed, and slipped out of the flat. My cock was still hard, I hadn’t cum. I got quietly in the car and drove off into the night, desperate to replay the events in my head . I got home, stripped and played with my cock until I could came , imagining lesson two. I was hooked. I needed to learn more! to be continued …….

I want to share with You situation which took place few weeks ago. For Your knowledge, I am totally submissive an I love being cumdump. I received a message from one of my fuck buddies who knows very well what kinks I like, asking me if I'm up to have fun during the weekend. Of course I agreed, and he only answered me that there will be suprise for me. I went to his place when it was the time and it began quite normally we had some fun together and he came in my ass, but after that he said that it's time for suprise. He roped me and covered my eyes that I couldn't see anything. I was lying on the bed when I heard that someone else is entering the flat. After few moments I felt cold hands on my ass as I heard unzipping the pants. It didn't take much time, when I felt cook in my ass. That was the moment when I realized that one of my dreams is coming true. I don't know how much time did it take, but I heard only new people entering the room,fucking my ass and my throat. It didn't take long time when I felt cum dripping from my hole. After some time I think after 10 or more guys fucked me my ass was totally destroyed and then I my friend changed my position, that he could slip under me and push his dick in my sloppy ass. Then I felt second dick emerging my hole. It was so wonderful feeling when this two guys were fucking me. After one came in my ass I thought that there was no one else in room, but I was wrong. There were still few guys waiting to dubble penetrate me. Whole action took two hours. When everyone went out I was allowed to take off my blindfold, and what I saw was amazing. There was cum everywhere. I couldn't resist, but I grabbed some cum from my legs and tasted it. It was really delicious. When I talked to my friend he told me that there were 15 different guys, but some of them came few times (he himself came in me 3 times) so I am sure that I received at least 20 shots in my ass. That was the best gift that I ever received. And I want more of it!

Part 4 I put on the singlet I was handed. I was lucky if this thing went 3 inches down my thigh and it's tight enough you can see the contours of my cage in it.... the cage in it, it's not mine I'm going to do what it takes to get it back to the one that owns it. I look at the rest of myself now and again it's really tight so it shows off my body you can see the muscles I already have. Nothing too special but with the neck line going down pass my pecs and arm holes are big enough that if I had decent lats they would would shoot out perfectly. But for now it's just slightly toned and pretty boxy looking. I start putting my shoes and socks on when Sir Nate walks up and stops me. "I think you look better bare for don't you agree?" I nod "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear that" I look up at him. He is wearing a dark green singlet with a similar cut to mine the big difference is his size. You can see cleavage his pecs are so big and the neck line is so low you can see part of his bio hazard tattoo. His bulge definitely goes lower than the legs and his lats are so massive if he didn't have such big arm holes he'd probably tear the shirt. "Sorry Sir. Yes Sir" "Yes what?" "Yes my feet look better bare Sir" "So bare is better?" "Yes Sir. Bare is better Sir" he got a wicked grin at that response. "Are you sure we won't get in trouble Sir" "No no no. I know the owner I helped him out in the past and he let's me wear what I want at the gym. As long as it's early enough in the morning." We walk out of the change room I assumed no one would be there because of the time of day, but boy was I wrong. I walk out and there is about 20 bodybuilders working out doing various work outs around the gym. "This is body builder hour it started half an hour ago. I like to show up late so all the guys check me out." We walked over to some machines not in use and everyone stops and checks us out. Sir Nate gets some head nods of approval while I get glares at best. I don't think they are hostile towards me I'm just intruding on their time. We work out pretty hard for an hour and a half. Which is longer than I'm used to so my singlet is drenched and I'm sore all over. Sir Nate leads me to the change room and as I'm about to take the singlet off he recommends I wear it to fag school. I wanted to protest but the smell he gives off is to much for me and just throw my jeans and t-shirt on over top. "You did a really good job today boy. I think even after your done fag school you'll be joining me for work outs." He said to me as I left the change room. His compliment made my face grow flush. Why did this guys opinion matter to me so much. I get to Jackson's house and he let's me in right away. "Before we begin fag school. I figured you would be hungry let's cook breakfast." I follow him into the kitchen and he gives me a more hands on lesson on how he does breakfast. I remember some of what he told me from the first time and I even pick up on some basic food stuff. We eat rather quickly (he was right i was starving) and we go to his bed room for our 'lesson'. "So I want to explain the set up for what's going on here. I'm pretty sure you've had at least one rule so far that refered to a master. If you want the rest of the rules until that cage is off I will be acting as your master." I nodded not wanting to speak with out permission. " you follow the rules and when you learn them all I take the cage off. Does that make sense?" "Yes" I said quickly. "Good so what was rule 2 again" fuck I was actually going to have to learn these wasn't I. "I don't remember." He looked at me disappointed. "I will give you a pass this one time but moving forward rule 2 is in effect at all times do I make myself clear?" "Yes" "Good. Rule 2: if you ever dare ask for something you must offer something grater in return." OH great if I want a rule I have to offer something greater in return. "Do you have anything to offer?" "My cock Sir?" "I'm glad you offered me you cock. The conditions for it this time is I get to tie you down" oh great I guess he thinks I'm gonna run for it. He was right of course but still. I think for a moment. "Fine" I said it's been too long since I've cum. I'm a twice a day kind of a guy at lease. Now having 0 a day is brutal. I lay on his bed and he ties my wrists to his head board and my feet to the bottom of his bed. I'm spread eagle in the singlet. He pulls my dick through the leg hoel so he can get access to it. He doesnt unlock my... his cage right away because he doesnt care about it yet, he had one goal. He goes to work right away kissing smelling licking just enjoying my state after the workout. "I love a good himbo. When you get the size you'll be a perfect little tool. It feels really good and it relaxes me to the point I almost fall asleep but that's when he unlocks me and I get hard instantly. It strains so much it almost hurts that how desperate I am to cum. And then he starts sucking. My God it felt like he went for 5 hours on me but after seeing the clock it was only 3 min. When I erupted it was like a volcano. His mouth clamped down on me but I could feel that I shot the biggest load of my life. The climax makes me a but dizzy and I start to drift off. I feel him putting the cage back on and I'm out like a light. I wake up half an hour later. When I wake up I was untied and it a thong similar time what body builders wear during competitions. It does wonders for my ass, even I would want to fuck the furry thing. But it does nothing for Mt cock. I pull down the underwear and see he had changed caged again. I realize I woke up not from being rested but from discomfort. He has locked me in a nub an inch at most maybe even half an inch. Fuck. I go down stairs and he's gone already there a note on the table. *I hope you didn't sleep too long you have to go home to your wife to make sure she doesn't get suspicious it is Sunday after all. Here are some ground rules as well if you fail any of them I won't tell you any new rules for a full week. 1 you will only wear jockstrap and thongs until the cage is off and I will require photo proof of this. 2 you will only wear what ever Sir Nate tells you to at the gym and when at the gym you must treat him as your master in my place. 3 you will keep coming to my place and the gym every day until the cage is off. I'm sure Nate has already informed you of some of them but I wanted you to know nothing he says is optional. I also give you a key to my house so that you can lock up or come in when I need you to and I'm not there. Talk soon, Master Jackson* He was right Sundays are usually my day with my wife, we watch TV shows together. She might get concerned if I'm not home soon but she also can't see me in a bright yellow thong. I take it off and throw on some boxer briefs and head home. We were a few hours into our shows when I got a text message. *10 min face and thong together* It was from Jackson. He wasn't serious was he? I left the thong at his place so the earliest I could do a photo would have been 30 min so I chose to ignore it. 11 min later I got another message *have it your way*

PART 7: The Saturday I talked with Robert pretty much every evening during the week, each night our conversations ended up in fine detail over how he liked to fuck me and how much I loved his cock in me. More and more intense, until we were so close to cumming we new to stop the conversation. On Thursday of that week, I was sent a picture...it was a picture of Robert's and John's hard cocks, both men were leaking precum in anticipation of the weekend. Robert said John had dropped by for a drink and the picture was the outcome. Lovely. Finally, Friday night our last message was after our phone conversation, and before Robert went to bed. "Tim, laying here trying to sleep, but I am hard and my cock is leaking. My shorts are soaked with my poz precum waiting for you baby. Sleep good" Great, that was all I needed to settle in for a restless night of sleep! 🙂 I was to arrive at Robert's at 1pm on Saturday. I was up early in anticipation, hornier than I had been in months. After cleaning out twice, all the while trying to keep my mind off of the days events, I put on my favorite black jock, loose fitting shorts, and a tee shirt. I was already to go. I arrived at Robert's just before the set time. Robert was waiting for me in the open door way. He was just so handsome standing there, white tank top and white, tight, biker shorts. In the right light I could make out a dampness and the end of his very prominent black cock. We hugged immediately. This was a very tight, long, hug where I got to tell him, "I missed you baby". Robert separated a little bit and kissed me deeply and my hand immediately dropped to his shorts where I could guide my hand up and down his growing shaft. His cock was getting harder by the second and now I could feel the cock ring he was wearing. Robert pulled back and said, "fuck Tim. I want you so bad. We need to be good and wait for John, he is on his way." "Of course, we must wait, but I am so excited Robert". I said. We parted finally and Robert shut the door behind me. As he was behind me, I undid the button on my shorts and let them fall, revealing my black jock and bare ass to him. "do you like sir?". I felt Robert's hand on my ass cheek, drawing an imaginary line from under my cheek to the top of my ass and back down through my crack. "fuck Tim, I want in that ass so bad". I kicked my shorts up and caught then, laying them on the back of the couch. I turned to look at Robert, noticing that the small wet spot I had barely seen before had now grown in his shorts as was very prominent. I traced my finger tip across that wetness and put my finger in my mouth. "and I need to taste that, Robert". I saw his cock twitch in his shorts. "We better go relax and cool down until John gets' here", Robert said. He cupped my ass as he passed me, "let's wait in the living room". I followed Robert into the familiar living room and porn was playing quietly on the television. It looked to be some sort of bareback porn with a lot of different cum shots. My favorite. "Love the movie Robert". I said while sitting down on the couch. "I thought you might, a lot of great fuck and cum scenes in this one. reminds me of you Tim". "would you like some water Tim?" Robert asked. "sure, I would love a glass". I said to Robert He headed back into the kitchen while I watched the hot porn. Of course my cock was straining against my jock now. I was mesmerized and didn't hear John enter. "Now that is fucking hot" John said. He startled me, as I was so engrossed in the current scene. I turned to see John standing there, gorgeous as he was. John had on a tee shirt, jock, and nothing else. His jock seemed to be packed full of his big cock and my eyes went right to that package. I stood and went right to him and embraced this hot older man. "Hi John, great to see you again". Both of John's hands went to my ass, cupped my ass and lifted me up a little. "fucking great to see you too, Tim. I have really been looking forward to this day". John ground his growing cock into my cock before letting go of me. "Shall we grab a seat and wait for Robert?". John said. "You bet." John adjusted his big cock inside of his jock strap. I sat back down on the couch and adjusted my jock as well. John sat in the lounger across from the couch. He put his feet up on the table, legs a little spread and release his huge balls and cock from his cock. I couldn't do anything but stare at the sight before me. John had a black cock ring on and his balls were still, huge. i could see the top of John's cock leaking and he wiped away a growing drip and wiped it on his lips. "ahhhh, that's better". John said and smiling at me. I just stared as Robert back back in with a couple glasses of water. Setting the waters down Robert sat next to me on the couch. "I see you got a head start on his" Robert said to John, nodding at his exposed hard cock. "couldn't help it, your boy did that to me as soon as I saw him in that jock" John said. "Same for me, trust me. As soon as he got here I started leaking like crazy...little tease". we all laughed. "I might as well get comfortable too" Robert said while standing to remove his tight shorts. As he pulled the stretchy material down, his cock go harder and wetter. Robert had a silver metallic cock ring on and his cock sprang free from the pressure of those biker shorts. Once he had the shorts off we all admired his thick cock that was leaking. Robert gave his cock a good long stroke and said, "Tim why don't you show John your jock and ass". Robert sat down as I stood up and took off my tee shirt. I turned to show John my ass and bent over grabbing the back of the couch, exposing my ass for John and Robert. I pulled one cheek aside showing them both my pink tight hole. Robert reached up with his hand and pulled my other ass cheek aside and rested his big finger tip on my hole. "your tight ring feels so hot baby" My hand covered his hand and my finger pushed his finger into my hole, "only until you both fuck me, baby". I said and looked into his eyes. I looked over my should and saw John stroking his big cock, gathering each drop of precum to use as lube. "John, please eat my tight pussy", I said to John. John hopped up and came to me. Robert removed his finger as John knelt and took both ass cheeks in his hands. John buried his face in my ass and I bent over a little more, moaning as I felt his tongue open me and start to rim my ass, shoving his tongue deep in me. Robert had gotten up from the couch and walked around to the back so his cock was near my now lowered head. Robert took my chin in his hands, lifting my head slightly, "suck my cock boy" as he guided his big black cock to my mouth with his other hand. I could taste the saltiness of Robert's precum as I struggled to take that cock in my mouth. I was drooling all over the place, but I know Robert didn't mind at all. I held his balls in my one free hand, squeezing them lightly, knowing they had to be full of my poz sperm and probably aching. I moaned aorund Robert's cock because John was pleasing my ass like I have never been rimmed before. His enthusiasm at preparing my hole was incredible and I was pushing my ass back onto his tongue more. Robert pulled his wet cock from my mouth, "should we move this downstairs where we can get you on the table?" "Yes please", I said. John gripped my ass hard and stood....letting his leaking cock slide against my ass cheek. "fuck yes, and don't forget, we need pictures of my cock in you Tim". I smiled at Robert, I am glad he remembered the pictures. We all grabbed our waters and headed to the basement's massage room. My two sexy older friends were rock hard, cock's swaying, Robert leading me and John following behind. What a dream this is for me. A soft instrumental was playing for ambiance as we entered the warm room. The massage table was ready to go and there were candles burning. I saw lube on a table along with Robert's phone, for picture taking I assumed. We all set our drinks down. Robert removed his tshirt in front of me and we embraced, feeling his cock leaking against my stomach. John came up behind me and ran his hands up along my sides and then pressed his cock into my butt and started kissing my neck. "get on the table boy". Robert told me. I moved to the table and laid down on my back, pulled my legs up and spread them. John got down between my legs and started eating my pussy again, another coating of his saliva to hopefully help him invade me with his hard cock! I started moaning out loud and turned to Robert, "let me taste your cock baby". Robert obliged and stood next to me, cock slowly sliding between my lips. I held on to Robert's shaft with one hand and tried to take as much of that dick in my mouth as I could. I was constantly swallowing precum as Robert was flowing with full balls. I felt John pull his face away from his ass, not sure what was going on until he grabbed both of my legs and pulled me down further on the massage table. "I need to fuck you boy". John said as he laid his hard cock next to mine. John looked at Robert, "do you mind?". "No, please fuck my boy full so I can fuck him", Robert said. "good" is all John said as he put my legs on his shoulders and guided his cock to my ass. I could tell John was leaking like crazy....he rubbed that cock head all over my hole, getting me ready for his cock. John looked at me intensely and said, "I have waited for this moment Tim, to fuck and breed you again. Robert is going to take pictures of my cock in you, me cumming in you, and your hole after I pull out. I want to see those so bad, but first...take my cock". John pushed into my tight ass. The pressure before he popped in was intense and when my ring finally gave way he slide in an inch or two then paused to allow my ass to expand. Robert had moved away from the table, but was back and now holding poppers under my nose. I took a big inhale to let the chemical flow into me...my ass relaxed and John started pushing more. I kept inhaling until John was fully inside of me. "mmmmmm, take my poz cock deep Tim, you need my special cum". John said. I just nodded as my eyes rolled back in my head. "Fuck my boy John, fuck him good and give him your poz load. I know you want to cum my friend". John pulled out half way and slid back in, then pulled out a little further and pushed back in. Finally he pulled almost all the way out and slid back in. He continued full strokes in and out of me and I could tell by the look on his face he was loving my tight ass. Robert had picked up his phone and was now down near John's cock and my ass...capturing the action in some great pictures. Robert would give John direction, such as "pull out so just the tip of your cock is in him" and "pull out and lay your big cock on his balls". Of course John took direction well and did as Robert suggested. John looked at Robert, "I need to cum bud...this boy's ass is tight and I haven't cum all week. are you ready?". Robert got the phone ready to capture my breeding, "fuck yes John, fill his ass up with your load". John started speeding up. I was watching him and his face, pure ecstasy, but it was then I noticed my cock was hard and just flowing cum with each thrust by John. I knew John was getting close as he started talking more, dirty talking. "fuck yeah...I love your ass boy. you want daddy's load? you want my toxic cum boy?". John's moaning was sex talk was getting louder. "fuck me daddy, give me your cum, flood my gut with your load". I moaned in unison with him. I noticed Robert's cock, it was swollen so hard and just dripping precum, and he was just watching the action. John started moaning louder and yelled, "I am cumming boy, take my poz seed", as he shoved deep in me and I could feel his seed hitting my back wall, I could sense some pain there, but I didn't care. I was getting what I wanted from John and he from my tight ass. John stood motionless as his balls drained into me. minutes went by as he got quieter and quieter, finally his head hit my stomach as his cock started to slip out of me. "Tim, that was incredible. Thank you!". Robert was immediately taking pictures of my open ass with John's cum drops around my hole. He then took a shot of John's softening, wet, cock! "This is perfect" and "these are great" is all Robert kept saying. "Enough of this shit", Robert said while throwing his phone on the floor. "I need to cum boy". Robert took my legs in his hands and proceeded to guide his dripping cock to my hole. "Get ready boy, we both need this bad". "Fuck me daddy". I said while looking him in the eyes. "Make me yours". Robert guided his cock head just past my ring and then slid balls deep into me, into his boy. I felt his cock head hit my back wall and pushing past my second ring. My cock was oozing again. "I am going to knock you up baby, my poz load passed your second ring. get ready boy". Robert said while pulling all the way out and shoving hard back in again, these deep long thrusts kept going, over and over. I laid my head back and thought I would pass out from the pain and pleasure. John held the poppers to my nose once again, saying "let go Tim, let him knock you up deep". Robert was getting louder now, "take my black cock boy, let me knock you up. Do you want my seed boy? Want me to own your cunt?" "yes sir, make me yours, please daddy, please". I just kept begging him to breed me. Without much notice Robert did just that. He pushed into me, passed that second ring, and held still. His cock was now pulsing and I could feel a different pressure in my ass, almost my guts, his poz cum blasting into me. With that last bit of pressure my cock just started exploding alll over my stomach and waist. stream after stream flew out of my hard cock. I was now moaning deliriously. Without pulling out, Robert felt to my chest and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him in me. Robert looked up, "I love you Tim. You are now mine"

This weekend i was with my older daddy friend. I was on his bench in the garage and as he blew his load after 30 minutes of pumping he stopped moving I felt him go deep and stopped moving for a minute then I felt a warm feeling. He said your my piss stut. Then started to pump me.more and I felt the hot piss splattered on my leggs as he pumped.. it was so fucking hot!

When I was a freshman in high school I was bottoming for a much older guy than lived and worked at the batting cages I used to frequent. I was on my belly and he had me mounted from behind straddling me. He had just pumped his load in me and was just letting it soak with his cock still in my ass. Almost right away I started feeling a cramping, distended feeling so I kinda freaked a little and asked what he was doing to me. He replied that he just “pissed in a little piggy”. I struggled out from under him and ran his bathroom, sat down, and pushed out a huge amount of cum and piss. That was the first time I had experience piss in my ass.

I ambled up towards the Heath, not totally sure where I needed to aim for but knowing there would likely be someone there who could satisfy my need for a hard pounding. I hadn't planned on this so had no condoms and of course wasn't on PrEP anymore, but those thoughts barely made a dent in my determination to get fucked. I instead focused on trying to find where the action usually took place, and eventually I got lucky. In a secluded spot out of view of where others may be walking their dogs or jogging at this time of night, I found what I was looking for. A group of guys were standing around, some with their trousers down and all of them feeling or rubbing their crotches. I took a deep breath, and then approached. "Evening" said one of the guys. I just nodded in response. "What you here for?" asked another. I looked around them, took another deep breath, and then made my way over to a large log nearby. I undid my trousers, pushed them down, and then bent over the log with my arse facing the men. Within seconds I felt the first hand on my backside, gently fondling my buttcheeks through the fabric of my CK briefs. The wandering fingers then encountered the base of the plug, which I felt jiggle. "Got ourselves a live one here" said the man who was doing the touching. I didn't even glance back to see what he looked like, but instead reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my cigarettes and lighter. I plopped them on the log, fished one out and lit it. "You want fucked boy?" the man asked. "Yes" I replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke, trying to calm my beating heart. "Well alright then" he said, before gripping my underpants and pulling them down. He then pressed the plug into me a couple of times, causing me to groan, before gripping its base and pulling it out. "Guess we don't need to warm you up" he said, before I heard him shuffle his own trousers and pants down. The first touch of his cock on my ring elicited another moan of pleasure from me, before he pressed in and filled me to the hilt in one go. It felt so fucking good. "Oh yeah, nice arse" he grunted, before starting to slide in and out of me. His pace picked up quickly, and I was soon being slammed pretty hard just how I like it. God I had missed this. The fact I was smoking a cigarette while getting fucked for the first time in my life was also doing something to me, and a state of utter bliss took over my whole being. Added on to this was a bottle of poppers that was repeatedly pushed under my nose, and then eventually left on the log for me to use as I needed. In no time I was flying. The first guy had some stamina, but eventually I could feel and hear that he was approaching orgasm. His thrusts became more urgent, his breathing got faster, and then he slammed into me and spewed. "Take my fucking nut you cunt!" he shouted, as he unloaded into my satisfied hole. "Yeah, knock him up!" I heard one of the others say. I didn't know what that meant, and didn't get much time to consider it before my fucker pulled out and was replaced by one of the other men. His dick was thinner but longer, resulting in a fresh round of groans from me as he probed me deep. In time he too shot off, and someone else stepped up and took over. So it went on, as I descended into a complete haze as I was fucked over and over again by an increasingly large group of men. The nicotine from the cigarettes and the pungent aroma of the poppers really added to the effect. After some time in that position, I felt something new in my rectum as a guy slid in. Kind of painful, but also pretty exhilarating. I figured it was probably some kind of piercing, which was confirmed to me after he shot off, pulled out and then waddled round to the other side of the log to present his dick to me. As I said before, sucking cock was not really what I was about, but I had accepted that sometimes it was a means to an end if I wanted to get fucked. On this occasion, as a new guy who had slid into my arse got into a rhythm, I was kind of intrigued by the glinting of a big metal hoop through the end of the cock in front of my face, and therefore opened my mouth and allowed him to slip in for me to clean him off. A meaty cock, coated in cum, with a real metallic tang that seemed to be partly coming from the piercing but also from elsewhere. I realised it must be blood, probably mine. These guys were really doing a number on me. I don't know how long I was bent over leaning against that log, but by the time the group thinned out and there weren't any fresh takers for my rear end, the sky was starting to get lighter. I ached in places as I slowly stood up straight, and when I bent back over to pull up my trousers I found they were soaked in cum and possibly some piss. I had started to sober up a bit and realised that getting all the way back to Clapham in this state was not going to be pretty. "You got far to travel son?" asked the guy with the Prince Albert, who I now saw to be a middle-aged tattooed bear of a man wearing a leather harness and ripped jeans. He had stuck around all evening, with his cock either up my arse giving me several loads, or in my mouth and eventually down my throat. "Clapham" I replied. "Yikes" he said, "you'll get arrested getting on the tube like that." "Yeah" I sighed, wondering if I could find a way to get cleaned up a bit in the swimming ponds further down the heath. "Listen" he said, "me and my man here live just over there. Why don't you come back to ours and we'll get you cleaned up?" He gestured towards another guy who was dressed similarly, who nodded at me. "OK" I said, after a moment of looking between each of them. "That would be great."

Been a while, but this is the last installment...and a little long. enjoy! Laying out with Steve Part 4 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. After Steve had softened, and slipped out of my wet ass, he knelt on the bed, patted my ass, and said "come on babe, let's get back to the party". I felt him get off the bed. I wished we could lay there the entire afternoon, but there was still hosting duties to be had. I got up and glanced at the open door, the older man and his friend were gone. I walked over and kissed Steve, cum starting to leak down my leg, "I will see you out there, need to clean up a little first". I turned and headed into the bathroom. In the past I might have sat on the toilet and tried to push the poz seed out of me, in a panic and while cursing myself, but there was nothing of the sort this time. I wanted Steve's cum to stay in me. After washing my body, I exited the bathroom. No need to get dressed again, we were way passed that at this party. As I neared the living room I could hear the sounds of some great sex happening. Sure enough, on the couch lay a bottom, legs spread being pounded by one of the guests while he was swallowing another man. A third man stood off to the side and stroked his cock watching the action. All of this action was extremely hot but I resisted the temptation to stop and stare, I wanted to find my man and be close to him. I found Steve outdoors, sitting on some of the patio furniture with some other naked men, drinking and enjoying the early evening calmness. There happened to be a seat next to Steve which I quickly sat down in. Other people in the conversation were Chad and Bruce, another older man that I didn't recognize, but he was very handsome and pleasurable, I later found out his name was Bill. "Welcome to the group Tim", Bill said. "It really is great having you here helping Steve with the party, thank you by the way. Today was a great day for a lot of us. I don't think I was as lucky as some of you, but the company was great." Bill had his legs drawn up, feet on table, so I couldn't see his cock and body to clearly, but he was squeezing his legs often so I figured he might have been semi aroused with the conversation. He had a shaved head, long beard that was a mix of black and grey, and some speckled chest hair. I responded in kind, "thank you Bill. I really loved helping out and yeah, it was a fucking great day!". Everyone laughed! Steve put his hand on my leg and squeezed a little. "Yes..a great fucking day", as we all laughed. Steve said, "I have to piss, be right back". Steve jumped up and headed into the house. Chad and Bruce were sitting together on the couch next to us, and I was across from Bill. Chad spoke up, "again, thank you for earlier Tim, you are amazing. It appears Steve finally was able to 'settle down' this afternoon, again your doing!", he smiled. Bill said, "We were just talking about your first day here enjoying our swim party. I think it is great you had fun today and I know Steve loved having you here, you can tell. not to mention Chad and Bruce, apparently." I saw Bruce smile at Chad. Chad looked at me, smiled, and answered, "fuck yes, damn. Both of us needed to fuck so bad and Tim was so helpful". Chad moaned a little and squeezed his semi hard cock. Bruce spoke up, "he can really take a cock, trust me on that, and I have the pictures to prove it" and laughed. Bill added, "nice son" and squeezed his legs tight one last time. Steve joined us again, sitting next to me. Bill jumped up, "My turn". It was now I could see Bill's in the full...and yes, a scorpion tattoo on his waist. His cock was definitely more than semi hard and swinging nicely as he moved off to the bathroom. "What did I miss?", Steve asked. Chad said, "we were just reminiscing about our time with Tim earlier. I think it had a great affect on Bill", we all laughed. "We will send you those pics tomorrow Steve, pretty good". Bruce spoke up, "Hey, next weekend we are having Bill and our boy over for game night if you two want to join us, you are more than welcome to." I looked at Steve, "can we?" "Of course baby", Steve confirmed. "We wouldn't miss it". "Great!", Bruce said, and Bill added "awesome, another great weekend to look forward to", as he sat back down. Nothing else happened that evening outside of some sexy talk and memories from throughout the day. As everyone had slowly departed, and we said goodbye to Bill, Chad and Bruce were the last to leave. They were packing up in the living room as Steve and I strolled in. both were still naked, but pulling on loose fitting shorts for the walk to the car. Of course I had to stand and take in the scene of these sexy men, tucking their fat soft cocks into their shorts. After zipping up and donning t-shirts, the pair was ready to leave. Before grabbing their bags, they came in for hugs. Bruce hugged me first, holding me tight telling me it was wonderful to meet me, and 'have' me! We both smiled on that comment. Chad pulling me in tight, as I was still naked, his hands went immediately to my ass, letting his finger trace through my crack. "Thank you for today Tim, it was really great to meet you". Chad leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I loved fucking your ass boy giving you my poz seed, fuck you are hot. Really, if you need to talk about anything, please email me. I left my email on the counter under the coffee mug". I hugged me tighter, squeezed my ass cheek. He backed up and said, "we hope to see both of you next weekend for game night.". I looked down and he was semi hard again. I looked up and said "can't wait." After Chad and Bruce left, it was just Steve and I. We started the long task of cleaning up and by the time we were finished we were both so tired that it was lights out and quick to sleep. I woke up to my man fully hard and ready to go. I rode Steve while whispering about all that had taken place the night before. It was so sexy and lust driven. Steve took his time to really fuck me full and hard before cumming in me again. Game Night The week was long, with both work and day dreaming of 'game night' with Chad and Bruce. Steve and I talked each night on the phone, reminiscing of the past weekend and talking about the upcoming weekend at our friends' house. I had also emailed Chad a few times throughout the week and ended up chatting with him on the phone. I was very curious as to his thoughts on poz/neg sex and his conversion. Chad was more than willing to share some of his experiences, and how he became poz. He mentioned he had pozzed Bruce after they met, as their connection was so intense and it was what Bruce wanted, to be 'connected' to Chad. So, this eventually led to our encounter the other night at Steve's house, and how they and Steve and wanted it to happen. I asked why, and Chad said that Steve mentioned the sex we had, and how I felt about it, Steve said he thought I would love to have two other poz men in me. Well, Steve was right, and I told Chad it was amazing! Chad finally said that he hoped it happened again sometime as he had thought about it often this week. The plan was for me to go to Steve's first Saturday, of course packing an overnight bag, and then we would go on to Chad and Bruce's house for game night. Steve was waiting for me, dressed in cargo shorts, tee, and flip flops. I was pretty much the same. I had cleaned out, chosen my black jock, and then shorts over that It felt good to have my cock covered, but loved the free feeling of my ass under my shorts. We headed out in Steve's truck. For most of the trip we made small talk, but all the while I had the chance to stroke Steve's big cock under his shorts. I could feel the big metal cock ring he was wearing and couldn't wait to see it up close! We arrived at the house, and I was impressed with the immaculate landscaping and overall appearance of the house. There were a few cars out front, which hopefully meant a closer, more intimate group. Bruce opened the door for us and invited us in. I knew the hosts, obviously, and Bill was there from last weekend. The only other person there was a more twink type of guy, his name was Ben, effeminate with a tight set of pink shorts on, framing his ass for all to see. We shook hands, well actually then hugged. I said hello to Bill and he offered to hug. I could tell Bill enjoyed our hug as when we separated he was showing his outline in his shorts. After partaking in small talk and some drinks, we were invited into the game area, which seemed to be a family room setting with a game table. The interesting part was that the television in the room was playing porn without the sound. Seemed to be pure bareback porn in different settings. Ok, hard to peel myself away from that, but I chose a seat at the table, with Bill and Steve on either side of me. We started with an easy game of Two Truths and a Lie, and since most of these topics were pretty close together, the 'lies' were much harder! We had a lot of fun. Next we played 'Never Have I Ever', which got to some pretty fun things and we learned a lot about each other. One of the statements was 'I have never knowingly taken a poz load anally'. Everyone at the table dropped a finger then, and I immediately felt Bill turn to me and smile. Then I felt his hand on my leg rubbing my bare thighs. Then he took my hand and led it to his lap and placed it on his rock hard cock, through his thin shorts it was like nothing was there. Bill moaned quietly as I stroked his cock, while while not huge was leaking like a faucet. That round was over and Chad asked if anyone wanted a refill, we all said yes. Steve got up and said he was going to help Chad, and kissed me. My hand was still on Bill's cock, but he didn't seem to mind. Bruce and Ben got up to watch the porn, which left Bill and I sitting at the table. "Tim, I didn't know you and Steve have fucked raw, I thought you two will still playing safe", Bill said. "Lucky fucker". "yes Bill, we had been friends for a long time, no sex, and then it happened. At first I was like 'what the fuck', but I can't get enough now". "damn, very hot Tim, thank you for sharing. Do you mind if I take off my shorts?" Bill asked. I looked over at Bruce and Ben. Ben's pink shorts were gone and Bruce was roughly rubbing Ben's exposed ass. I turned back to Bill, "apparently that is a think, please do". Bill stood up and unzipped his shorts, letting them fall. Bill's cock was hard as a rock, about six inches, big balls, cock ring, and like I mentioned before, leaking like a faucet. And there was that scorpion tatoo I saw last weekend, as bold as it could be. I touched and rubbed my fingers over it before Bill sat back down, "I apologize for my mess, but I leak like crazy when turned on". I immediately put my hand back on Bill's hard cock and stroked it using his precum for lube. "No worries at all Bill, I fucking love precum". "Well Tim, I hope one day Steve shares you with some others" Bill said. "Oh, he already has" said Chad from the doorway, while holding our drinks. I turned my head and removed my wet hand from Bill's crotch. "hey now, no cumming and telling sir", I said with a smile. Bill said, "well no fair Steve, where have I been and here I thought we were buddies". Everyone laughed. Bruce and Ben were now naked and came back over to the table. Ben's ass had hand marks all over it and Bruce's cock was not fully hard, but definitely not semi hard. "I guess we should all just undress now and skip the next game", Chad said as he set the drinks down and pulled off his shorts and tee. I just stared at that big cock that I remembered. But immediately to my left was my man, and his cock was getting hard as he rubbed Ben's red ass. "Tim, do you have a sec to help me with the other drinks?". Chad asked me, nodding his head towards the kitchen. "of course", I got up, shrugged off my clothes, pointing my ass towards Bill while taking off my shorts. I felt a soft touch on my smooth balls from Bill. I moved to the side of Steve and gripped his cock, squeezed out a drop of precum, scooped the liquid with my finger and rubbed it through Ben's crack. I wanted to let Steve know I was as open as he was and wanted my man to enjoy himself. I moved on into the kitchen where Chad stood with a drink in his hand. "Thanks Tim. I wanted to let you know the scene tonight in case you thought something else was going on." Chad's hand went to his hardening cock and slowly played with his meat. "Ben is our new bottom boy. We have played a few times with him, he is still neg but he wants to change that. So, we are having game night where I hope we can have help giving Ben what he wants." "Ben wants to be poz?". I asked quietly. "oh yes, he contacted us a few months ago and after a lot of thoughtful conversations, before sex, we are sure that is his intention" Chad let go of his cock as he was fully hard now. I asked him, "then should I be here? I mean I don't mind Steve helping seed Ben, that is hot, but I am unknown status and prefer to be fucked." Chad laughed, placed his hand on my chest, and said "Ah Tim you are great, but the answer is yes...we all wanted you here. You are part of Steve now, and he thought maybe you might enjoy just watching us load Ben up." I guess he could see the softness of my face, that 'ahhh' feeling, because he leaned in and kissed me and said, "you are too sweet baby boy". Chad's cock touched my hip and slipped right passed with his precum sticking to me. I immediately reached for his cock and squeezed hard. I remembered Chad's girth and heat right away. "fuck Tim, I have to save this load for Ben, but soon I hope...if you want." "I do Chad, I do want you to fuck me again, bad, but I realize Ben needs that cum" "Thank you Tim, and I really can't wait to do that again". Chad let go of my arm, grabbed his drink and another and nodded for me to follow. What I saw when I went back into the game room was amazing. Ben was on his back on the table, head turned to the side. Bruce was slowly fucking Ben as Steve fed him that gorgeous cock. I don't know how I didn't hear that, but it was a very nice surprise. Chad set the drinks down and went over to Bruce to see the action. Chad's cock was still hard and seemed to be getting harder as he held Bruce and encouraged him to breed their new boy. Bruce increased his pace of fucking while picking up the sexy talk. "You want my cum boy? Do you want daddy's poz seed deep in you?" Bruce would ask. Ben pulled his mouth off Steve's wet cock and said "yes please sir, give me your hot cum, breed me deep". Bruce was fucking hard now, you could hear the wetness from Bruce's precum and his balls were slapping against Ben's ass. Chad encouraged his man even more, "fuck him deep baby, give him your poz seed. I want to use your big load for lube baby. make him our boy". That is all the encouragement Bruce needed. Bruce slid in deep and yelled "take it boy". I could almost see the pumping of cum into Ben's ass by that gorgeous big cock. With one hand on Steve's wet dick Ben was moaning so loud, "knock me up" he kept repeating! This scene was so fucking hot, I was rock hard and hadn't noticed Bill standing next to me stroking his leaking cock while rubbing my ass with his other hand. I noticed now of course. Finally Bruce slowly slid out of Ben, letting the last beads of his love fall to the table underneath Ben's ass. As soon as Bruce moved aside, Chad lined his hard cock and slid into Ben, the scene was so hot. While Ben continued sucking Steve's cock, Chad was plowing their boy with long strokes. I could see poor Ben's cock twitching and leaking like crazy. Without taking my eyes off the action I reached out and gripped Bill's hard cock and started stroking it for him. Bill removed his hand from my ass and took a finger to the end of his cock....wiping up all the precum he could, then that hand found my ass again, but this time that wet finger went right to my hole and it entered me. It felt so good....to be fingered by Bill while watching Bruce prepare to give Ben his second load of the night. Bill slowly moved behind me and I let my wet hand find his hip. Bill pushed his hard leaking cock down to rest in my crack then place his hands on my hips. Bill leaned in "that is so fucking hot, right? I love watching them fuck their new boy. I heard their boy is still neg..mmmmm...I would love to do that with a boy. I was basically pushing back against Bill's cock, sliding on his wetness. "tell me if I make you too wet Tim, I can stop". Bill said. "please, please don't stop Bill. I love your cock resting there and yes I am soaked now, but love it." Bill's precum was actually dripping off of my balls I was so wet! Chad continued fucking Ben with long strokes, talking dirty the whole time. Ben couldn't keep his mouth closed, with all of his panting and moaning, so Steve stepped over to me, with Bill behind me. I reached out and slowly stroked Steve's big cock, wet from Ben's mouth. I knew Steve was ready to fuck this boy and breed him with his hot seed. Chad picked up his pace, Ben's legs were over Chad's shoulders. "you want my cum baby boy?". Chad asked. I know I did and would so no surprise when Ben said "yes daddy, breed your boy with your poz cum". That set Chad off and soon he shoved deep into Ben and unloaded in him, letting his fat cock rest in his boy as the semen flowed deep into Ben. As soon as Chad pulled out..leaving Ben oozing precum and dripping his new load, my man kissed me and said "my turn" and waked off to take Chad's place between Ben's legs, but before he walked off, Steve looked at Bill and said "please enjoy". That was all the invitation Bill needed. I felt his hands leave my hip and he must have grabbed his cock because I know felt that familiar pressure on my ass ring. As much lube as Bill had oozed into my crack, I know it would take a little nudge to bend over and his cock would pop in me. That is exactly what happened. I felt Bill enter me...and then his hands were back on my hips. while he slowly penetrated me further, I placed my hand behind me on his hip pulling him into me. Once he was fully in me...he leaned in and whispered "I hope you like cum in you Tim, because I have a huge load for you, but first I am going to slowly fuck you while we watch Ben take another cock and load". My cock was now harder and leaking precum, which usually happens when I get fucked. Bill had a way about him and the way he fucked. His cock wasn't as large as some of the other men here, which have fucked me, but his constant grinding and leaking so incredible to feel. Soon Bill's hands were running my up chest to my nipples, slightly pinching them...it seemed I oozed with each pinch. Bill and I continued watching Steve fuck Ben, I know Steve wanted to make it last. Steve kept telling Ben how wet his pussy was, very fucking hot! without warning Bill pulled his cock all the way from me and whispered, "follow me to the guest room, I want you on your back". Bill turned and took my hand, leading me through the house to the guest room. When we were in the room, Bill started kissing me, reaching behind me and filling up my ass and fingering my ass. "Get on the bed baby" and he gently guided me to the bed, on my back. I scooted back and spread my legs for him. Bill followed me on the bed...got in between my legs, lifted my legs over his should, and eased his still rock hard cock into me...all the way. "fuck yes boy, now I can really fuck you good", Bill said. "fuck me Bill, please fuck me good...I want you and your cum in me!" I responded. "oh you are going to get all I have Tim. I have been thinking about fucking you and breeding you since we met." Bill said as he started fucking me with longer strokes and more intensity. Bill was a hot fucker, sometimes stroking my now hard cock or kissing my legs..or puling his cock out all the way for me to see it leaking before shoving it back in me. I loved it when Bill pulled out and showed me his leaking cock...fuck it is so hot! "I fucking love your tattoo Bill and want you to breed me with your poz babies". That is all Bill needed to hear. "fuck yes boy, take my cock...I am going to knock you up for sure". He was now slamming his hard cock into my cunt...and I know I would seen get what I was promised, his huge load! Bill was sweating, which I find sexy. I put my hand around his bare cock going in and out of me and touched his tattoo....then I heard him "take it boy" and he sank deep to unload in me. This was by far the most I have ever felt a man cum in me, his cock pulsing and I know I felt his cum splashing inside of me. It was insane!!! My cock just start shooting my cum, I couldn't control it! After about 5 minutes of heavy breathing and shuddering, Bill finally slipped from my soaking ass and looked at his work. "Damn Tim, you are a mess....but it is so sexy. do you want to clean up or leave it?". Bill asked, with kindness. "I will go into the bathroom and clean up a little, thank you sir." I started to get up and when I was standing knew I had to cup my ass with my hand to catch Bill's load. I bent over and kissed Bill again, "thank you sir". I sat on the toilet and pushed some of Bills cum out of me, just too much to walk around with. I wiped good with a wet wipe and then washed my hands. When I opened the door Chad was in the hall waiting for me. His cock was semi hard as he lightly played with it. "did you have fun with Bill? He is great, and I hear he cums a lot" Chad asked. "mmm...yes, I had a great time with Bill. and yes, I can confirm, he cums a lot!!!" we both laughed. Chad added, "Steve just got done breeding Ben. We are all out on the patio relaxing if you care to join. I had to pee quick, but realized you were in the bathroom." "ah, great yes I will head out there now". I said as I moved in front of Chad to pass him in the hall. I stopped in front of Chad, reached down and held his cock in my hand. leaning in to Chad, I kissed him and said "fuck me please". Chad's cock started to get hard in my hand. I was stroking him fully hard now, and kissing him wet and lusty. "tell me you want it Tim". "please fuck me with your big cock Chad, please". Chad quickly spun me around..pushed me into the wall, and placed his hot hard cockhead against my used wet ass. "take all of it boy" and Chad slid into me, not letting me adjust, just burying him in me. I tried to rise a little on my toes to slow down the assault, but Chad held my shoulders down roughly and told me to get on his cock. we were panting hard in the hallway, Chad slamming his cock into me. All at once he pulled all the way out and said, "suck my cock clean boy". I turned and dropped to my knees. I took that massive cock in my mouth and cleaned off his precum, my ass juices, and Bill's cum. I looked up at Chad, "don't you want to cum in me Chad?". "oh yes, and I will, just not yet". now get outside to your man. I will get you soon enough baby boy. "yes sir" I said as I got up. before leaving, Chad kissed me hard again. He ended our kiss, I turned to go and Chad smacked me good on the ass. Well, that was going to leave a mark, but I loved it. When I joined everyone on the patio, the top men were all there, but Ben wasn't anywhere. I went and stood next to Steve, who was sitting with all the other men. Steve's hand went to my ass immediately...rubbing my cheeks and letting his fingers run through my crack, no hiding my dampness that way. ha. I asked, "what happened to Ben?". "once he was full, he wanted to head out. I guess he got what he wanted from this night", Bruce said smiling. Steve looked up at me, kind of pulling me down to sit on his lap, "why don't you sit on my lap babe". He didn't haven't to beg, I was sitting on his lap in no time, everyone still naked from before. Steve said, "Bill said you kept him busy while we had fun with Ben, is that right?" I looked at Bill really quick. Bill said, "oh yeah, Tim was very gracious with his time, and ass Steve. You better not let that one go, I know he was full when we last parted and I passed Chad in the hallway." he said laughing. "No wonder you are so wet boy, Bill cums a lot". Steve said. I could feel him starting to grow under my ass so I said back a little so his big cock could go between my legs. "did you like that? so much cum?". Now I was getting hard. "mmmm...yes baby, I did." I told Steve. Steve pulled my legs up on the table...leaned me back so my ass was exposed, and laid his thick hard cock next to my balls. "well, lets show everyone how wet baby". Steve rubbed his wet cock head around my hole, and slowly started to enter me! Right there in front of everyone, ass open and my lover's cock sliding in. Steve was holding my legs up and wide, sliding in and out of me, showing the entire table our love making. My head was back and I was moaning out loud, never noticing Chad's return to the group. When I opened my eyes, Chad was standing next to me, cock hard and stroking, it seems automatic to turn my head and open my mouth for him. The taste of his salty precum was so good, and the size of his cock definitely filled my mouth. I moaned on Chad's cock as Steve encouraged me, "suck that cock baby boy, get him nice and wet to fuck you". I moaned again and Steve's pace quickened. "I need to seed your pussy again boy, as soon as your man is done I am going to fuck you full again", Chad said. Steve added, "yes baby, he is going to use my load as his lube because I am going to cum". With that Steve shoved in as deep as he could in this position and shot his load into me, I felt him pulsing around my ass ring, tight on his thick cock. Chad's cock popped out of my mouth as he took in the scene. I yelled, "yes baby, cum in me again. give me your load daddy". Steve remained in me until he softened and popped out, cum oozing from me. "Thank you baby boy", Steve said. Chad grabbed my hard cock once and told me to get on the table, "I want to fuck you in front of everyone and let them see me breed you". I got up and Steve helped me onto the table, on my back. my legs were spread and my ass ready for Chad's assault, and an assault it was. Chad was rock hard, lining up his cock, just putting the tip in he said, "take my cock you slut", and slid his entire length in one stroke. I gasped out loud, and tried to hold his thighs back, to ease his entry. I wanted him to slow down, but my cock thought differently as I oozed with every new thrust from Chad. "take my big cock boy, your ring is so tight on me. I need to seed you again, bad", Chad said. The others around the table were encouraging him with short comments; "breed that boy", "knock him up Chad", or "give your poz seed". All were welcomed by Chad as he continued fucking my ass hard and fast. Even though my ass was starting to feel the burn of his fast fucking, the feeling so was incredible I knew we both were going to cum soon. "Do you want my load Tim? do you want my poz babies in you forever?". Chad asked. "fuck yes sir, knock me up, PLEASE" I yelled. "please cum deep in me...give me all of your cum". That was the final straw, Chad fucked me even faster and harder, "take my cum boy...I...am...cumming". Chad shoved deep in me and held his cock deep. my cock then exploded another load from my balls all over my pubes and stomach. After starting to slowly slide in and out...slowing down, Chad leaned down on to my body. "thank you Tim, you are incredible". I was so fulfilled and happy, knowing my man was there and encouraging his sexy friend to fuck me full of poz cum! Steve then bent down to kiss me, "welcome to our club, son".

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Well guys I hope you enjoy this.... How it happened - part 2 “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. “I think you’re going to be very popular,” he chuckled at me, when he saw me slip my hand down between my legs and start to play with my cum-covered hole. “Time for some more fuck smoke, wish you could meet my friend Mr. T, but we’ll save that for next time when I know you are going to be stay a whole weekend,” he smirked at me. I hesitantly asked, “You want to see me again,” I needed that big cock back inside me the worst way. I seriously don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t wanted to fuck, I mean see me again. I should have been concerned, I had just taken my first raw cock and load, but instead of jumping up to expel his jizz, I pulled my gaping hole wide open to show him. I wanted him back inside me NOW, and this was the best way I could think of asking him to pump another load deep inside my ass. “Oh, don’t worry babe, I’ve got plenty more for your hot lil’ boy pussy,” he smirked slipping two thick fingers inside, just long enough to start me moaning and humping back against his hand. “We’re going fuck for a long-time boy,” he chuckled pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean. “It’s fuck smoke break time, then back to using my cumdump’s boy pussy. You’re my lil’ cumslut fuck toy boy aren’t you babe?” All I could do was smile and nod back to the sweat-covered man who had just introduced me to the pleasures of raw cock. There wasn’t anything about him I didn’t like. He handed me the glass pipe again, as well as the lighter. I flicked the lighter and began to inhale, as I rocked the pipe slowly. I started to hand the pipe back to him, but he shook his head no and told me to finish the rock, while he went to the bedroom to do something. I forgot he was even gone, while I smoked the white rock. By the time he returned I had finished the rock. I never wanted fucked as much as I did at that moment. I NEEDED him inside me now, even more than the first time he sunk his beautiful 8-plus inch cock inside me. “Oh, ya boy, you’re tweaked out of you fuckin’ mind now,” he laughed stroking his hard cock. A thick black ring now encased the base of his cock, while another even thicker one encircled his ball-sack above his balls. His cock looked like a truly potent weapon now and I wanted it inside me in the worse way. He grabbed me by the cock and led me up a couple of steps into his bedroom. There were two camcorders on tripods pointed at the king-sized four-posted bed, one pointing down from the head of the bed, and the other aimed from a bottom corner of the bed. I was puzzled to see only a black plastic sheet on the bed, with several pillows also covered with black plastic. In an alcove, there was a leather swing-like device. “Up bitch, and assume the position,’ he commanded me, slapping the bed with his hand. I normally would have turned and grabbed my clothes and left, if anyone before had ever thought to speak to me like that, but I found myself hopping up on his bed and positioned my ass towards him. All I could think of was his incredible cock fucking me again. I wanted him to fill me with another load of his jizz. I knew intellectually I shouldn’t, but the feel of his raw cock fucking and then exploding deep inside me was the most incredible sex I’d ever had in my life. I NEEDED him to do it again and again and again. I couldn’t believe how horny I was for his dick and jizz. “You’re a good lil’ cumslut boy, aren’t you?” he chuckled turning me slightly so my coming fuck would be captured for posterity. “You’re going to show everyone what a good lil’ bitch slut you are, right babe?” He asked me right before slapping my ass hard, and making me moan in pleasure, as he climbed up on the bed. He spent the next several minutes teasing my hole with his amazing cock, but never pushed all the way back in. Only just far enough to let me know how much my ass missed him inside me. I was begging before the first minute even passed. I begged and promised to do anything, so long as he fucked me again. He encouraged me to talk dirty and nasty, while begging for his dick. He teased me asking if I would let him knock my ass up again if he fucked me. I was so desperate for his cock, I promised he could always knock up my boy cunt anytime he fucked me. I would never have him wrap up when he wanted inside my boy pussy. At this point I would have promised anything to get him to fuck me again. I’d never in my life imagined being this horny. Once my promises had been secured he slammed in balls deep in a single thrust. I moaned loudly, as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He began to long dick me repeatedly, more often, than not pulling completely out before ramming back in so hard our balls smacked together loudly. Sweat poured from both of us, as he used me all over the bed. We did every imageable position possible. Many I had only seen in hardcore, slutty sex. Honestly, I don’t think I could even remember the total number of times I jizzed. I think maybe four times, I know he came at least five times total, before I finally could not fuck anymore. He pulled a sheet over me, but not both taking a bunch of pictures and used one of the camcorders to do a close-up of my heaving, sweat-drenched, cum-covered body and my gaping, leaking cum-filled hole. “You look so fuckin’ hot babe,” he smiled leaning down to kiss me passionately. “Get some rest, I have a few things to do before I join you there for a rest,” he smiled at me. As he walked away from the bed and back down the stairs to the living room I heard “Welcome to the Jungle” start playing, followed by him answering his cell phone as I started to doze off. “HEY! I take it you liked round one’s live stream,” he chuckled. I wanted to hear more of his conversation since it seemed to be about me, but I was too exhausted. I did hear him continue talking as I slipped into sand land. “Oh, fuck ya, he is, wait ‘til you see the vid after I have it edited for the site. He’s a natural, plus he promised to take on all of my friends raw, if I promised to keep knocking his ass up,” he laughed, loudly. “Nah, he not local, he’s a fresh piece of Hopkins ass.” When I woke up, I found myself still horny, but still tired from all the sex. It then hit me everything I had done the night before. I had gone home with a guy I barely knew and let him fuck me raw. In fact, I had begged him to fuck me and give me his loads. What had I done? I had seriously fucked up bigtime. I would make sure I never let that happen again. I couldn’t let myself be so careless. Suddenly I felt strong arms pulling me close to a warm, naked body. “Afternoon babe,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear as I felt a hard, thick cock make contact with my still slightly sore hole. Before I could say anything, he pushed steadily forward burying his raw cock back inside me. My body shuddered as it accepted readily the thick, hard cock sliding inside my still cum-slicked hole. I couldn’t help myself as I began to massage his incredible cock with my muscles. I helped his entry by pushing back to take even more of the cock, which had taught me the joys of bareback sex. No matter how wrong it was I couldn’t deprive myself or him of the pleasures we enjoyed. “Fuck your ass feels so good on my cock,” he purred into my ear. My only response was to moan and grind against his smooth groin. “Yeah, you missed this didn’t you?” He asked me as he began to long-dick me. “Yes,” I moaned softly, not believing I was letting him fuck me bareback yet again. He just felt so good inside me, I wanted him to just keep fucking me. “Yeah, I knew the first time I saw you on the dancefloor you were a nasty lil’ cumslut,” he whispered in my ear as he licked it, making moan and squirm. “We’re going to have so much fun together, babe,” he hissed in my ear, rabbit fucking me hard. “I’m going to teach and show you so much my lil’ cumslut boy,” he said rolling me on to my hands and knees and continued his assault on my ass. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face up, “Look! How hot you look getting fucked, you were meant to be used like this babe,” he grunted to me as I looked at myself in the mirror above the headboard. I did look hot, though I seriously looked like a slut as he continued to long dick me. He knew how to dominate me and turn me on like no one else I’d ever been with. I was indeed his to use as he wanted for as long as he wanted. I was so conflicted about what was happening to me, but my hidden kinky, slutty side seamed totally in control. I wanted his load inside me. “Br…bre…breed me,” I finally panted out, knowing how wrong it was, but knowing how good it felt. I wanted to feel his big, thick cock pulse inside me again. I would deal with the consequences later, now I just needed his jizz and badly. He smiled toothily at me in the mirror, as he smacked my ass and began long-dicking me completely pulling all the way out before slam back in hard. His sweat-drenched balls smacked hard against my own, which just made the sex even better if that was possible. I was ready to climax again as he thrust back in hitting my prostrate. I saw stars as I fired my load on the black plastic sheet beneath me. “FUCK! SHIT! YES!” he shouted as he thrust inside one last time and flooded my insides. I could feel his load begin to leak out my hole as he slowly withdrew, before slamming back in. He repeated this several times, which in turn made me leak more cum out of my own semi-hard penis. He finally pulled out and drove his mouth into my freshly fucked my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on my freshly shot load. All I could do was moan and take his incredible rimming. When he finally seemed satisfied, he forcefully flipped me over and moved up to kiss me. As I opened my mouth he opened his and released the loads he had eaten out of me into my mouth. Before I could do anything about it he grabbed my head with his hands, beginning passionately kissing me sharing his jizz with me until after what seemed an eternity I had eaten and swallowed everything he had fucked into me over the night. “Well babe,” he said smiling down at me, “I guess we better get you cleaned up so you can get a little rest before classes in the morning. I hope you didn’t have any unfinished homework,” he chuckled. “What time is it?” I asked not knowing how long we’d been at this. “It’s about eight Sunday night,” he chuckled. We’ve had a lot of fun all day.” “WHAT! It’s that late, shit my friends will be wondering what happened,” I said sitting up with a panicked look. “Shhhh…Babe it’s okay, you can catch a bus back to school a couple blocks from here and will be back in no time.” He smiled reassuringly at me. Hop in the shower and get cleaned up,” he said ushering me into the bedroom behind his bedroom. “I’d join you in the shower, but then you might not get home ‘til Wednesday,” he smirked giving me a kiss. I climbed in the hot shower and enjoyed the feel of the water pounding against me. I don’t know how long I was in there, but I felt completely refreshed though still tired after my experiences of sex with this man I still didn’t know his name. I had spent almost a complete day with this guy and still didn’t know his name. The black plastic sheet was no longer on the bed, instead a blood red set of sheets were exposed. My clothes lay on the bed, and I could hear him down in the living room/ kitchen area doing something. I realized as I dressed my underwear was missing. I got dressed anyway, because I really did need to get back to Hopkins. I walked down the steps to the living area to get my shoes, he was coming out of the kitchen area with a bottle of Gatorade. I couldn’t believe how sex he looked standing there in skin-tight black jeans, and nothing else but a slouchie beanie. He shot me a big grin. “There’s my babe,” he said pulling me into a tight hug and then a kiss. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Hey, did you see my underwear down here somewhere?” I asked looking around. He laughed, “Yeah I kept it as a souvenir of our first date, besides I like my boys to freeball,” he smiled back at me. “You want to see me again?” I asked suddenly excited someone wanted to date me. “Fuck ya babe, I want to see a whole lot more of you,” he said leaning down and kissing me hard, as he gripped my ass. “I have so much I want to experience with you,” he whispered into my ear. I boned up instantly in his arms, and I could tell he was boned as well. I was excited at the thought of finally having a boyfriend, and a sexy one at that. “It’s finally gotten colder, and I know you weren’t wearing a coat, so you can borrow one of mine until you come down this coming Friday. I’m having a small get together with some close friends and I’d love you to meet them. Bring whatever you need for the weekend and you can go back Sunday. How does that sound?” He said opening a closet door and pulling out an expensive looking black leather jacket with a gold embroidered scorpion on the upper left side. “You can wear this and bring it back on Friday,” he said with a smirk. “Thanks,” I started to say, but stopped and looked sheepishly at him. “I’m sorry I forgot your name,” I said softly, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t get angry, but rather started laughing. “You didn’t forget it,” he said grinning. “You were too horny to even care, which made things more fun,” pulling me into another kiss. “I’m Michael,” he paused briefly looking at me before leaning done to my ear and whispering, “And you’re Ian, my lil’ cumslut boy.” He opened the door and unlocked the door grate to let me leave. It certainly way colder than it had been the night before. I was glad Michael had loaned me his jacket. I couldn’t wait to see him again. My new boyfriend, as I walked towards the bus stop to take me back to Hopkins. I was on cloud nine.

Hi, so this just happened to me. I’m in Vegas for vacation. First time and really exploring everything/everywhere. im on Grindr and sniffies, just trying to connect with someone to explore places, drinks etc. looking for company basically. So many flakes and ghosting - frustrating. Suddenly yesterday, I get a message from a top on sniffies, he asks if I’m looking and a sick pic (first pic below). Profile says hung, fit, masculine, no age. and it’s nice and big (fyi I’m not a size queen at all). I send my pics, ask if he hosts (I can’t bc I’m with friends) he’s down. Im bored and based on the profile and pic, it won’t be too bad. (I always share my face pic, and always ask for a face pic. I want to see who it is - not into anon).Asks if I want to get bred and tag teamed ( I love threesomes) then asks “Suck me ass up as I get u hung anon dump n go losds. Keep them coming ” to which I surprisingly said yes!! 👀 I just went with it, didn’t expect much but then he pinned my conversation. Said he’d be ready in an hour. Okay whatever… I’m not prepped, I wash up but don’t have anything to douche well. He messages and insists I go over, I tell him it might not be best to get fucked. He insists and says it’ll be okay. I decided to walk over and see how it goes. im there heading up and he says to push the door open when I get there, the top is there. I have no pics except his cock pic below. I go in, two guys on the bed, stroking. One is completely naked. I immediately go in to suck him (I thought it was him - turned out it was the other one I was messaging) anyway, the top has a big cock , 8.5. I’m sucking him, deepthroat ring and is enjoying it. The sniffies guy then directs me to undress. I make out with the top but sniffies guy makes me suck him. Top gets behind me and starts putting it in. I’m happy I have lube!! I’m scared bc I’m not cleaned out completely, haven’t fucked in weeks and it’s huge! But he’s sexy so I go with it. I’m surprised I was able to take it well, not much pain. And nice guy, kissed me and held me as I got spit roasted. Finally dumps his load and leaves - 1st of the night. okay, cool. I asses the damage if any. Not bad, I clean and sniffies guy props the door for another top. He’s on Grindr getting guys to come over. He picks them. I didn’t really get to see who. Next guy is an older guy. Not my type - wouldn’t msg him. Top fucks as I suck sniffies guy and dumps his load - 2nd load in. Okay, I’m there thinking - what am I doing. I try to convince the guy that I think I’m done but he insists I stay for one more. Fine I say. Third guy is over - young guy, Latino, goth looking a bit. Hung. Every time a top was coming to the room, door was propped open and I would be sucking the guys cock and too would come in, undress and start fucking me. The third guy was sensual (which I usually like - kissing a lot) so there was some of that. As I’m getting spit roasted, the top announces he’s going to cum and the guy tells him to breed me. As he breeds me, the guy cums in my mouth. It turns him on to see a top breed me. So that’s load 3 and 4. I’m surprised I did this. I’ve never done anything like that at all. In between tops/fucks, the guy and I would make out. He would call me his cumdump and wanted to get me filled. Really nice guy, I enjoyed talking after. And asked if I would be down to do it again. I say maybe I can. so all day, im trying to find someone to meet - at some point it’s whatever im annoyed so I stop. Late afternoon and I open it, the guy is wanting to do it again and to get ready. I make it known I don’t have my douche to clean out and I don’t think I can bottom tonight. He wants me over. I say agree. Would be nice to suck him off again. As I get there, he is looking for tops. Short story - I ended up with 4 loads (3 tops and the guys load swallowed). The last two tops came together. Took turns. One of them was very hot! And the cock was 9 and thick. I struggled but got it in. Glad I had some Maximum Impact spray with me. Took a hit, and told him to pound me. Sucked him off a bit. What turned me on was that he would eat my ass every now and then. Sexy fucker!! i honestly didn’t expect to do this. I read about couples doing this: one whoring out the other. It’s fucking hot!! So basically I got whored out 2 nights. Got fucked by 6 tops, 6 loads up the ass and swallowed 2 loads from the new friend who I now have on snap and wants to do it again. If I do, I’m gonna come better prepared. I’m always iffy about cleaning out and subconscious about it. I don’t like to cause a mess. anyway, I’m processing the events. I feel like a slut. Having the tops touch me as they fuck me and breeding me. It was hot in the moment. i need to go check myself when I get back though

FYI if you object to interracial role play this is not for you... Got the roughest bbc I've ever had yesterday. This dude hit me up on sniffies...was about 6'1, lean, 23yo, and said he was hung. I was cleaned out and looking for dick so I had him come over. He ended up having one of the longest dicks I've ever encountered...not the thickest but super long and nearly 11 hard... He gave me some rough deepthroat for a while but when I told him he should start fucking me he got serious for a moment and told me clearly that he fucks rough and that it takes him a while to cum. Said specifically he likes to go hard on white guys and told me if I wanted to back out he wouldn't be pissed cuz he didn't want to stop midway through. I almost laughed and said I'd have no problem...which I soon found out was misplaced confidence. Ended up power fucking me nearly nonstop for a bit over an hour...after about 20 minutes I started to have some trouble taking it, and at nearly 40 it almost became unbearable given how deep he was getting. At that point I started to nearly fall off the bed but he held me down and proceeded to fuck even harder, which only ended up making me piss the bed. That was pretty much the only break I got cuz he then ripped off my jock, which was soaked in piss, and shoved it in my mouth to muffle me. For the next 20 minutes or so I tried my best not to pass out several times till he eventually shot in me. Ultimately maybe the most intense fuck I've ever had. One of the first in recent memory where it actually lacked pleasure for me but where I kept going out of a need to please such a young dominant alpha. Plus the feeling of being rearranged inside, while uncomfortable, gave me an intense satisfaction.

Enjoy your holiday - looking forward to chapter 9.

i'm notta top, but i 'played' one when i was married (to a woman). Despite having no hetero needs, my bottom/sub nature? still found a way to derive pleasure with her by giving her pleasure. i learned early on how to control when i came till when or after she did. If she was really flipping out and overwhelmed with pleasure, it would start to throw my switches for orgasm as well. i could control even that to some degree, but there was no need once my 'job' was done. That said, i don't know if that has any bearing on how a true Top/Man (lol, just how i relate to those labels) experiences this? i tend to think orgasm is not Him or me, but a combination, chemistry. And that varies and is where individualism comes in. i do believe that most of us, Top, bottom or anywhere in between, enjoy giving pleasure as part of sex, that our pleasure response is somehow directly effected by the pleasure we are, or are not giving our partner during sex. i do believe, whether we are aware of it or not, that there is a big mental/emotional component to when and how we climax, that i think supersedes the physical component.

No prep allowed

I accidentally posted the next chapter and forgot to take some material that isn’t allowed. about to post an acceptable version (I hopes it’s acceptable.)

Near Home—April, 2022 I gave myself a week off after the rout at the house party in Chicago. I wanted to make sure I didn’t bring anything nasty home. Not to mention, I was thoroughly sated. By the next Saturday, all was good—and I was horned again. It was the Saturday before Easter. Seeing the family over the holidays can be stressful. I have often found men at the bookstore relieving that stress on either the day before or after big family functions. I decided to see if it was true this year… The parking lot is fairly full on this sunny afternoon. I pay for my ticket and wander into the straight theatre. The seats at the back are full—I sit closer to the front and to the side. I unbutton and stroke. In moments of my cock fully erecting, a cute cub moves from against the back wall to between my boots. I have seen this guy before but we have never done anything together. He is now making up for lost time. He is slurping loudly on my dick as he beats his own rather average sized prick. He comes up for air and we grin. I push his head down again telling him to lick my balls. He does. With loud lapping sounds that fill the room and leave my hairy nuts dripping with his saliva. Eventually, I let him back on my cock. He works hard—and expects a load anytime. But it is far too fast for me to be very close. He finally stands up to rest his knees. His cock is right there—all but in my face. Of course I suck it. The Cub is surprised. I tongue his leaking piss slit. Now, he’s pleased. He’s wearing shorts so my hands can go up the legs and massage his hairy ass cheeks. He groans while I squeeze and suck. My middle finger grazes his butt hole. He responds with a moan. I do it again. He moans—deeper and longer. I wet my finger with the saliva he left all over my balls. I begin to work it into his pucker. I would really like to fuck this cub. I am up to the first knuckle. He sighs as my tongue and lips service his cock. Suddenly he pulls away with a whispered “I don’t want to shoot yet.” I agree that neither do I—and we should look for each other later. He goes off to the arcade and I go over to the gay cinema. I interrupt a slightly overweight daddy feeding his cock to an older gentleman. I make an apologetic hand gesture and sit down. It takes a moment, but finally the blow job continues. I concentrate on the screen and my stroking—with an occasional glance at the couple. The sucker seemingly doesn’t like to be seen with a dick in his mouth. He stops the action and leaves, slightly huffily. I apologize to the bigger guy, who sits with his thick cock hanging out. “Well,” he sighs, “you could make it up to me by finishing the job.” I smirk, walk over to him and kneel in front of him. My mouth ovals big for his thickness. He sighs again and occasionally strokes my head. In no time I have a thick load in my mouth… * The Cub finds me not long after, now alone and stroking to the gay porn. “Will you get me off?” He unzips. He has no need of my finger in his ass—he is ready to fire. Load two in just a few licks… * I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat on the straight side. A Black Daddy I know is eyeing me, uncertain if he should let me blow him with another man in the room. The slightly overweight daddy who gave me his load is here, too, still stroking to this rather nasty anal porn—and keeping an eye on me. You can feel the tension in the air of who will make the first move. It’s solved by the door opening. A young Latino, who could be a linebacker on his college team, comes in. He stands next to me. He is wearing shorts of very flimsy and sheer material. He’s hung big and hard. You can see the outline. I wait for his cock to come out. “May I suck you?” It’s the linebacker to me. I nod and he goes to his knees. He’s great. He obviously loves cock in his mouth and knows how to please it. He never touches his own raging hard-on. The other two guys in the room watch and stroke faster. Linebacker comes up for air. “I love big dick. Fuck me?” I can’t believe my good fortune. He is easily 6 feet tall, and thick with muscle. He pulls the clingy shorts down. His brown ass is sculpted and hard as granite. He leans against the back wall—his ass jutting out to me at the prefect angle. I go to my knees and surprise him by sticking my tongue deep in hole. He groans. “Eat me…” he mumbles. The older Black man inches closer. He rubs Linebacker’s nipples through his shirt. I stand up and slap my cock on his ass. “You want it raw?” “Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” I push the head in. He’s not tight. I am guessing he has a lucky boyfriend. Or a good sized toy. Black Daddy moves a little and Linebacker bends more to ease me in—and to suck that dick. It’s a daddy spit roast. The sight of him with two cocks in him makes me fuck him faster. And it makes the potbellied daddy stand up and join us. I think Linebacker will sample the new dick that is right by his mouth—but he won’t stop sucking the bigger one. He stays on it as the cock explodes in his mouth. The Black guy is wrecked with his orgasm. But he lets Linebacker continue to clean up his dick, as I plow away. “Let me fuck him,” says Pot Belly. “You want another cock in you?” I ask. “He’s nice and thick.” Linebacker hesitates for a millisecond than nods—the black cock still in his mouth. I pull out. Pot Belly pushes in. This will be his second load—I hope he won’t need to fuck forever to get there. No worries there. In moments Pot Belly is howling out his breeding of the muscle ass he’s now seeding. Linebacker knows to milk him—I can see the muscles working as I go to my knees. Pot Belly pulls out and gives his dick to Linebacker to clean. I dive in and begin felching the load running out of the muscle ass. He is now spit roasted with a cummy, deflating cock and my hard as a rock tongue. His own cock, huge and throbbing, is bouncing with a life of its own. I stand up, spit some of the seed from my mouth into my hand and use it to lube my cock. I push in. Linebacker rears up and off the spent dick. “Give it to me,” he grunts out. “Fuck me hard.” I do. “I’m going to breed you…” “Do it!” His hand finally touches his own dick. “I’m so close…” In no more than three thrusts, I grab his hips and empty into him with a loud groan. He squeezes down on me—and that makes him shoot, too. He pulls off me fast. He doesn’t clean my cock—he’s no longer horny. And I’m fine with that. I give him a quick hug—and a piece of paper towel to clean himself up. We go out to the parking lot together. “I want that cock again,” he tells me before getting into his car. “You come here a lot?” I smile and nod… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cock and Ass at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 13, 2022

I went to my favorite bathhouse again and got a room. Hooked up with a big stocky Hispanic bear in the steam room and he invited me back to his room so he could fuck me. I was sucking his fat cock when he said let’s open the door so I can watch you get fucked, didn’t take long as I had climbed up and sank my ass onto his big piece of meat and a young guy came in to watch. The young guy was stroking his cock and getting hard so I got off the stocky bear and presented my ass to him, he got on the bed and shoved his hard cock straight in and began plowing me, he came pretty quickly and left. My stocky bear said get on your belly so I can breed you now that your ass is sloppy, he shoved his thick cock up my man pussy and fucked me deep, love that feeling. He gave one last shove and buried his seed deep in my ass, I could feel it twitching and leaking. Went back to my room with 2 loads leaking out my ass, felt slutty and loved it.

Very true. Most loads at a bath come late at night. Sadly I usually work at 6am and nearest bath is like 30+ minutes away, so don't stay late. I'm OK with just edging in ass also. Also found that once seededed, more guys love to add their loads!

Part 4: I can’t take anymore, if you want? Joel got back to working the camera and the first granddad lined up his positive cock and pushed in hard in one quick thrust he was like a jack rabbit hammering as if this was the last fuck he would ever have, this is fine boipussy brothers he said, then as he started to tense up my cock erupted yet again covering me in yet more cum as I went to wipe it Joel grabbed my hand and said no leave it show the camara and our viewers what a dirty little fag whore you have become. Our viewers yes Tim you are the star of a live feed 😊so just think of all the cum our viewers are ejaculating whilst watching you…Brother breed me seed my boipussy with your toxic cum, now now now I want it at which time he shouted fuck, fuck, take it as his old man cock thrust and pulsed ropes and ropes of cum into my already flooded boipussy. As the breeding session was coming to an end the last of my new brother took his place, he couldn’t have been much older than me a proper twink with a great ram rod of a cock which he planted straight into to my diseased flooded hole and piston fucked me until I felt his cock throb and put even more toxic seed in me. Once he pulled out my brothers started applauding and Joel shoved a large butt plug into my ruined pussy. Okay he said get the offering bowl, the bowl was placed under me cunt and the plug removed and toxic cum flowed out filling the bowl, when it stop the butt plug was pushed back in. Each one of my brothers took a sip from the bowl and then deposited it down into my mouth French kissing me in the process, causing me to swallow all the toxic cum. Joel said brothers Tim’s right of passage into our brotherhood is complete Tim has accepted his coming of age birthday gifts in his boipussy and bowels and now has all your toxic seed in his stomach. His baptism has been completed to which my bothers applauded again. I was raised again by my arms and cuffed to the chains as Joel circled with the camera in hand took the marker pen out and crossed through the word VIRGIN and said look at this fine blemish free twink cumdump, he wont be negative for long so if you want to rent him out for a Poz breeding party call for the costs…CUT Part 5 my new life if you want?

Part 3 the Breeding. What was I to do, nothing to be done really my fait was sealed, I could either cry or embrace my new life as a cumdump to be used and filled by every POZ cock presented, so fuck it. I looked at Joel and said please fuck me and make me part of your brotherhood. Joel looked at me and smiled saying Tim has accepted his new life my brothers time to properly welcome him 😊 Joel released my arms and feet from the stocks and I was placed face down on a breeding bench, he could have secured me down but didn’t as a sign of trust I think, as I looked around all the guys where fully naked sporting ragging hard-ons most of them glistening with toxic pre-cum. Then I heard Joel say as is tradition brothers as the leader I will be busting Tim’s cherry and giving him his first experience of be fucked, breed and seeded with fresh Positive cum, then the seniors through to the new twinks in our ranks will all deliver their own strains into Tim, as I said earlier Brothers all Poz cum and strains must be delivered into his cumdump, Tim is now a vessel for our pleasure 😊 (one thing I had noticed, all of these guys were hairless which made their junk look so much bigger and hotter) Joel who was now naked sporting the biggest cock and balls I had ever seen moved to my mouth and I instinctively open up as wide as I could as he pushed his fat long hard cock down my throat, chocking me in the process, he didn’t take long and pulled out, soon enough he was behind me and pulled out the small butt plug which and been making sure John’s final gift of 10 toxic loads was infecting my bloodstream. I felt the huge angry head of Joels cock push against my Cherry ring and I instinctively pushed back to which Joel said look Tim really wants it as he pushed forward the angry head of his cock ripped my ring open and pushed in, his hard cock made its way slowly inching its way deeper, he was being gentle as this huge member stopped against my inner ring, this is going to hurt for a minute Tim as he pulled back grabbed hold of my waist and then slammed back in braking through me inner ring until I felt his huge balls on my butt, the gentle man was no more as he was piston fucking me for what seemed like a life time until he pulled out and flipped me on my back, shit as he hammered back into me I swear it was even deeper I could tell he was getting close as his ball sack was no longer slapping my butt it was hard, a short while later Joel shouted out here it comes, Breed me, Breed me, I want your toxic cum Joel I shouted at the same time as I was felling his enormous cock swell to an even bigger size he balls contracted and cum started pushing to escape me slit and as Joel shouted Fuck, Fuck, Fuck take my Poz babies Tim, one more deep thrust past my inner ring and he held still as I felt is cock throbbing and cum flooding my bowels, my cock was spraying my face and chest with the largest orgasm I had ever experienced, Tim stayed deep inside me and I was loving the radiating warmth of his long fat cock. Joel, said to me, Tim you are awesome I am going to enjoy your hotness for years to come, welcome to our brotherhood I am sure your Poz status will be confirmed in the next couple of weeks, but for now you have a task in hand to drain all your brother toxic cum from their sacks so time to get to it as he pulled his cock from my flooded bowels. Part 4: I can’t take anymore, if you want?

The two burly men and I set off across the heath, and along the way they talked to me a bit. For some reason I just told them everything, about being a cock-loving straight guy who had kept it all repressed for too long while trying to be a good boyfriend. They seemed pretty interested by this, and commented on how I had really "thrown the shackles off" in coming up there that night. They shared a look with each other when I mentioned that my girlfriend was away for a month and I was just going to be taking it easy for the rest of the weekend. When we got to their house, which I noted to be pretty large and expensive-looking, they directed me to a door that led down to a sort of basement that had been converted into a self-contained flat opening onto the garden, showing just how hilly it was here given the front door upstairs was at street level. There was a big bathroom down there, and they had told me to just take as long as I needed to get clean while they put my clothes into the machine for a fast wash-and-dry cycle. It had initially been a bit awkward getting down to my underpants in the hallway on the ground floor in front of both of them, but needs must. After I showered and got myself towel-dried in the bathroom, I emerged to find the two of them waiting for me in the living area of the garden flat. "All better?" the guy with the piercing asked. "Yes, thanks" I said. "Good" he replied. "Well, the machine is going to be a while, so why don't you lie down for a bit." He gestured towards the bedroom, which I wandered into. It was then that I realised that perhaps all the fun wasn't over, as laid out on the bed were some leather restraints and chains. "Er..." I started to say. "Be a good lad and get onto the bed face down" said the pierced guy, coming into the room behind me with his partner. "We're going to get you nice and comfortable for the day ahead." "What?" I asked, turning to face him. "We've got some mates who are sorry to have missed out on last night, so they're coming over soon to give you some more of what you need" he replied, as though it was nothing. "As I said, be a good lad and get up on the bed so we can get you ready for them." My mouth dropped open and I couldn't think of anything to say. I was fully sobered up, my hole felt extremely well used, and yet here was a guy intending to essentially pimp me out to his friends for however long it was going to be. Despite my shock and inability to form a coherent reply to him, my dick started springing to attention, which did not go unnoticed. "Thought so" said his otherwise very quiet partner. "We knew you weren't done yet." "Put this on" said the pierced guy, handing me a black jockstrap that I hadn't noticed he was holding. I stood there in disbelief, and then as an almost out of body experience, I dropped my towel, took the jockstrap from him and slipped it on. I then turned, took a deep breath, and walked over to the bed. I climbed up on top of the sheets on all fours, hung my head down, and waited. The two of them went either side of the bed, motioned for turn to face the headboard, and had me to lie down flat. They then proceeded to get my ankles and wrists into some thick leather restraints, which they chained to the bed frame spreading me out in an X-shape. One of them then stuffed a couple of handkerchiefs in front of my nose and mouth, which I could immediately tell had been doused in poppers. Finally, they started to lube and finger my hole, which I realised was actually a bit sore but also undeniably hungry. After a little while the doorbell rang, and the pierced guy went upstairs to let in their friends while his partner continued to open me up. After lots of heavy footsteps, a group of six or seven guys entered the room, and from what I could from my rather restricted position, all were rocking a similar style as the hosts. There were lots of "oh my, what do we have here" type of comments when they entered, and then they all got undressed. I guessed they were in some sort of club given the ones I could actually see had scorpions tattooed on their chests. "Hey boy" said one of them. "Our friends here tell us you're straight." "Yeah" I replied, my head starting to swim from the poppers. "And you've got yourself a girlfriend" he continued. "Yeah" I sighed. "But you're our whore today, aren't you" he growled. "Yes sir" I replied. "Good lad" he finished, before I felt the mattress being compressed by someone else climbing onto it behind me. I had no idea if it was the unseen guy who had just been verbally putting me in my place, or another one of the group. Either way, and without any fanfare or foreplay, the fucking began. The first guy just climbed on top of me, slid in and began thrusting. He lasted quite a while before shooting into me, and then another of the guests repeated the whole scene. In fact, they all did, and this time there were a lot of pierced cocks finding their way into my hole. As with the night before, and despite the lack of alcohol, I descended into a haze as I lay there immobilised by the restraints, my nose and mouth in a cloud of poppers, with my hole just being used repeatedly. Yet, and this was strange to me, I somehow it felt like where I should be. Once they'd all had a go with me in that position, the chains were unlocked and they turned me over. My arms were pulled back and chained to the top of the bed frame again, and now each of them took a turn at fucking me while holding my legs in the air and looking down at me. They each had more stamina this time, I guess from having shot off once already, and also seemed like they needed a bit more stimulation. This extra drive they got from being verbal with me, which finally got me to understand what was happening. "Yeah, take my poz cock!" "Busting your hole open for my venom!" "Going to infect your straight arse!" The scorpion tattoos made sense. The biohazard tattoos made sense. It all made sense. I was being pozzed. Or perhaps re-pozzed, having clearly taken some viral loads the night before too from at least the two kind gents who had brought me back to their home. You would have thought that a straight guy who found himself being repeatedly fucked full of poz cum would have panicked, tried to get away, tried to stop it. But no. As man after man had fucked me last night, and as it was all happening again this morning, I had realised that not only was I not going to be with a woman again, but I probably wasn't going to end up with a man either. I wanted cock, an endless supply of cock, and I wanted to be used. Maybe just getting my posing over with was sensible, given it was bound to happen some day anyway. Once they'd all had a go with me on my back, I was unchained from the bed but kept the restraints round my wrists and ankles. The guests all left the room, one of the hosts plonked a big glass of water down on the bedside table, and then I was left alone. I almost immediately passed out.

Daddy bottom here. I love serving young studs.

Great Start! Back in the early 2000's there use to be a roulette party in Boston. It was nothing formal like this. It was held at a friends house in Dorchester. Only he knew the tops' status. There were usually around 10 tops. The three bottoms were all neg, including me! We would be blindfolded and the fucking would start. We all would take any load and suck the cock clean. It was always fun when some top would shove a huge cock in you. After about 90 minutes most of the fucking would stop and after the tops left, we could take off our blindfolds and go home. I never bugged from these parties, but it was fun wondering if i would.

i take a casual approach at first, just to feel the Guy out. Some guys are turned off by piss, and the last thing i want to do is turn a Man off. Look for profiles where Guys come right out and say they are interested in WS, lot's of sites have that option in "preferences." Not everyone can piss on demand, some are shy about it. If it's a one time hook up, probably going to have more success knowing ahead of time if they are into it. Some are going to be interested, but have no experience, so may not be able to piss 'on demand.' If it's a fuck buddy, i see a lot more potential. WS is in a category by itself as far as i'm concerned, though it does have overlap with other stuff, i think thee is som unique, deep mind fuck connection to be had with WS, and that is not usually something that happens in a one time hook up... unless the hookup has experience. i think most guys are lust driven, so once they get past the culturally conditioned barriers against piss, their lust takes over and says the limit.

Part 12 I woke up in the middle of the night. The lights were on and I still had my dick in my right hand with my bottle of poppers. My stomach and chest were all sticky from the load I had shot a few hours earlier. I placed the poppers onto the bedside table, turned the lights off and slid into the sheets, still all dirty with my cum. I dozed off almost instantly until the morning. The first day of the conference was as expected, extremely busy, running around everywhere, reconnecting with professional connections in person, especially after a two-year pandemic hiatus. I was trying as hard as I could to stay focused on work, but my mind was constantly going to what was going to happen that evening. I was thinking I was about to take knowingly my first poz load. I was both excited as hell and scared like shit at the same time, even with the knowledge I would probably be okay with PrEp eventually. I was constantly checking my phone, secretly hoping he would cancel, and I had to stop myself from canceling multiple times during the day. I was getting cold feet but I had wanted this for so long, and the opportunity was finally within reach. I was so distracted my colleagues probably had to snap me back to reality a few times. The evening couldn’t come fast enough and yet the day went by in the blink of an eye. At dinner, I was only thinking of ways to expedite things and finally excused myself from the table, claiming I had a few work-related emails to write. I made my way to my room and started cleaning myself up. I always make a point of being ready and clean for my tops, as I personally am not a big fan of scat. It also makes me more confident for long sessions, and I didn’t know for how long he wanted to play that evening. It took me a bit more than an hour to prepare and it was almost 10:30pm when I texted him that I was ready for him. -“Great, departing soon, I should be there around 11:15pm. I’ve been stroking my cock for the past two hours.” -“Can’t wait, Sir!” There I was, I was a just a few minutes away from what I had been wanting for so long. I had a little time to kill before his arrival. I climbed into bed, pulled my phone out and started browsing for porn. I was just wearing my black Nike gym shorts over my white jockstrap, with my white crew socks, no shirt. I just didn’t want to waste too much time undressing. I settled on a video I had found a few weeks earlier, my bottle of poppers ready in my hand. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ Watching this insanely hot scene, I started jerking my dick frantically, huffing as much poppers as I could take. I maybe watched it ten times, stopping myself right before shooting my load on multiple occasions. Around 11pm, I finally heard a light knock. I got up, dimmed the lights in the room and went to answer the door. -“Hey boy!” -“Hey!”. He made his way into the room before I could invite him to come in. There he stood, in front of me, after all those years. He was about 5’11, probably 180lbs, fit without being muscular, dark blond hair, shaved face, green eyes. He looked a bit heavier than he did on his BBRT pics but I didn’t mind. I don’t really have types when it comes to bodies and I’m more attracted to kinks and attitudes. And this one had known how to push my buttons and turn me on for a while. He was wearing grey shorts and a white tank top. It had been a hot day and I could smell he was sweating. He approached me, looking me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and stuck his tongue into my mouth. His embrace was strong and he was almost lifting me off the floor. His tongue was digging deeper and deeper and I could feel his saliva dripping down my throat. I could already feel his rock hard dick rubbing on my bare stomach through his shorts. I felt his grip tightening and guiding my head towards his left armpit. The scent of sweat assaulted my nose and he probably noticed my slight movement of surprise as he pushed my face back into his pit. -“Sniff those, boy! Better than poppers!” I complied, and the smell just got me higher and hornier than ever. I could feel his pit hair on my face. Once he was satisfied, he finally guided my head down to his crotch. I started licking his cock through his shorts. He must have been quite horny too as I could taste precum on the soaked fabric. -“Come on, boy. Show me how much you want my dick!” He was pushing his crotch against my face until he pushed me away to pull his shorts down, revealing an average-sized but hard as a rock dick. This sight got me out of my mind and I moved to put it into my mouth, before he stopped me. -“Look at me, boy! Look at me in the eyes!” I obeyed. -“You know what I want, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I want you to be my poz son! You want that, don’t you?” -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Good boy! I’ve been off my meds for the past two weeks! You sure you want it?” -“Yes!” -“Put it in your mouth now!” I was more than happy to comply and started licking the tip of his poz dick, trying to catch as much toxic precum as I could. He was holding my head while I slowly went down on his shaft, as deep as I could take it. -“Look at me, boy!” I looked up, my mouth full of his cock. -“Your first poz dick, and it’s now dripping my toxic precum down your throat.” My mind was rushing, I was just realizing what I was doing. I probably had a slight movement backwards because I felt his hands holding me in place. -“No time to back out now, I’ll make sure you go all the way!” He spotted my bottle of poppers on my nightstand, grabbed it and put it under my nose. -“Sniff, boy!” I took a big huff as he proceeded to pinch my nose to keep the vapours in. -“Enjoy, boy. You’ll need as much poppers as possible. I’m just getting started with you,we have the week!”

Part 7 -“Bouge pas, on n’a pas fini avec toi! Tu vas juste être là pour nous!” (“Don’t move, we’re not done with you! You’re only here for us!”). I was already panting and breathing heavily. Those guys were going hard on me and I was already exhausted after just maybe half an hour of action. But I knew there was more in store for me. In between two breaths, I started thinking about what he had just said. “Loaded cum”. Those words were slowly making sense in my foggy mind. It wasn’t yet fully computing in my brain. But I didn’t get the time to think as I felt another dick sliding in my sloppy hole. The guys had switched places and I was now sucking on the dicks that had given me my first two loads. They were still fully hard and I could taste the remainder of their cum. The rest was deep in my ass. The scent of their sweat was quite powerful and driving me crazy. With the new arrangement, I could figure out what those two looked like. They were probably both in their early forties, fit without being muscular. One was quite hairy and the other completely smooth, with a tattoo circling his navel. Their faces were too dark for me to see and only their voices would indicate to me the state of frenzy agitation they were in. The smooth guy was thrusting in my mouth, holding the back of my head. I could see that tattoo moving back and forth, slowly regaining just enough clarity to realize it was a biohazard sign. His buddy behind me was drilling hard. The cum was dripping out of my hole, lubricating his dick in a sloppy mess. -“Sale pute, tu vas prendre ta troisième dose!” (“Dirty whore, you’re gonna get your third load!”). The smooth guy in front stopped thrusting, and holding my face up -“Tu vas prendre la jute de mon pote, salope. Il va bien tasser ma plombe dans ton cul!” (“You’re gonna take my buddy’s load, slut. He’s gonna squeeze my loaded cum deep in your ass”) before spitting in my mouth. He was looking deeply in my eyes and I could see his face clearly for the first time. A bushy brown beard and two little green eyes. I could sense a little bit of cruelty in his look but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. -“Ouais, boss! Je veux être votre pute à plombe!” (Yeah, boss! I’ll be the dump for your loaded cum!”) I mumbled with my tongue out, just showing how hungry for cum I was. I received another spittle that I swallowed before opening my mouth again. I felt the guy behind me picking up the pace. My head was banging against that biohazard tattoo in front of me. They were talking to each other, encouraging him to breed me deep. My knees and back were aching from trying to maintain the same position but I kept arching my back to demonstrate how much of a good cumdump I could be. -“C’est une bonne petite pute ça! Vas-y, remplis-la!” (“That’s a good little whore! Go, fill him up!”). Planting himself deep inside my hole, I felt his dick throbbing four or five times. -“Prends ma dose, salope!” (“Take my load, slut!”) he said in a groan. I could feel my body drenched in sweat. I fell lying on my stomach, out of breath. The guy pulled out and I heard them walk away. I needed water but was too exhausted to move. I just stayed on the mattress in the middle of that room. My head was spinning, I wasn’t thinking clearly, and my vision was a bit blurry, but I could see a lot of action was happening around me. Guys getting sucked, others being fucked. I felt a dick sliding into my hole again. -“My turn! Been waiting for a long time!” the guy whispered to my ear in English. I didn’t even try to turn around and look at him. I just let him fuck and breed me. It was probably late because guys weren’t trying to hold their loads anymore like they usually do early in the evening. They just wanted to unload before going home and I was happy to help. Or I was probably just too tired to refuse. I got maybe four or five more loads, without the slightest idea of whoever gave them to me. I managed to get up laboriously with the help of the last guy to breed me. I was trying to collect my clothes. My t-shirt was completely drenched in sweat - and I think piss - and my sweatpants were stained with cum in multiple places. Trying to find my balance, I got dressed with the support of a stranger and made my way to the stairs. -“Told you I wasn’t too worried about…” he said before I left the room. I turned around to see it was the bartender. -“I can see I was right!” he added with a wink. I made my way up and caught a taxi. I was feeling dizzy and quite uncomfortable in my dirty clothes. I must have left a few cum stains on the seat. I got back to my hotel and slept through the day in my dirty jockstrap, without the energy to even shower before collapsing in bed. The next day, the words “loaded cum” were still resonating in my head. Were they really poz? How did I feel about potentially having just taken my first known poz loads? What was I supposed to do? Should I go for PEP? I googled the way to get it but it was a Sunday and I couldn’t figure out an easy way to do it. I decided not to do anything and jerked off in my hotel room a few times thinking of the previous night. I was scared as hell but also amazingly excited. A few months later, I tested negative during a routine visit. But I knew something had changed in me.

Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”

“You recognize me don’t you boy?” I nodded in response,shutting my eyes in shame. “Open them, faggot.” The voice had changed back. This was the Lamont who had fucked me hard. I opened my eyes and looked at him, trying to avoid his eyes. “Look at me. Tell me where you’ve seen me.” I met his eyes and said, “Grindr.” “That’s right. You’ve led me on, teased me, and then backed out. That was your punishment. You liked your punishment didn’t you.” I nodded, but he told me to say it out loud. “Yes, Sir, I loved my punishment. Feeling your huge dick raping me deep and hard.” He smiled a wicked grin and said, “You could have had it for months. You got it tonight though, and as hard as you wanted.” “Alright, Lamont. It’s time for him to see us.” This was Jack’s voice. Lamont moved away from my face and I saw Jack. I recognized him as well. I had seen and talked with him on Grindr. When I dropped my eyes, again feeling that shame, he said, “Open and look over.” I saw the guy next to him. Master. He was also a Grindr guy. Who I had done the same to. I avoided each one, for different reasons. Lamont was too big. Jack wanted to fist me. Master wanted to get me higher than I was ready for. They all smiled, evil and scary smiles. Master spoke first. “You were a fucking tease to all of us. Leading us on and then running away. Like a scared little faggot.” I could only nod my head and started to apologize. “Shut the fuck up faggot. You don’t get to say anything.” I nodded my head. “When I saw your ad tonight, I recognized you right away. I knew this was the perfect chance to get some retribution.” “The three of us know each other. Very well in fact. We’d known for awhile that you led us all on. So we decided to crash your little fuck fest. And give you what you owed us.” I nodded and fought to not say anything. Jack took over and I looked to him. “The party’s not over boy. You still owe me. And you’re going to tell me what you owe me. And beg me to give it to you.” I struggled, somewhere fear coming into my brain. I fought to speak and it took me a minute to get there. “I stopped talking to you because you wanted to fist me. I was too scared. I’m not anymore. Please Sir, will you fist my as… my cunt Sir?” He and Master smiled, and Jack said, “You know you have a cunt now. Remember that.” “Yes, Sir.” All through this, there was something nagging at my mind. It suddenly hit me and my eyes widened. Master smiled again. “Guys? I think someone just realized his other offense against all of us. Did you, boy?” I nodded again. “Tell us.” “Your all… poz. You wanted to infect me. I don’t… didn’t… I don’t know..” “That’s right bitch. You weren’t gonna let us poz your cunt. You wanted it though. Didn’t you? Say it.” “N…” I stopped. “Yes. I did. I was to scared.” They all laughed at me, making my shame intensify. “Were you too scared about getting pozzed tonight? Wanting to get fucked and taking loads from guys you didn’t know? Didn’t see?” “Yes, Sir… that’s why I wanted to do it this way. If I didn’t know. Didn’t see, I wouldn’t refuse. I couldn’t refuse.” “That’s right boy. You know if you’ve taken any poz loads?” “Yes, Sir. At least one.” “Not even close boy. You’ve taken six already.” “Fuck, that’s a lot Master. Are you sure?” He nodded, “You have video of one, begging him to breed your hole, before it became a cunt.” I remembered him; the guy with the tattoos. “I see you remember him. The guy who was leaving as I got here? Poz.” I couldn’t remember that fuck. I nodded my head, accepting this as fact. “Then there was the first guy I doubled with in you.” I nodded, clearly remembering the double penetration. Lamont said, “Two from me. The second one bigger and more intense, thanks to your cunt.” Master said, “Mine was when you passed out.” I widened my eyes in surprise. “That was fun. Breeding a passed out faggot. Knowing it was us that caused you to pass out” I nodded, thinking how hot that would be. “So there you go, boy. Six poz loads we know about.” “But I could still…” Master shook his head, solemnly. Then the evil smile came back. “No chance of that. The wreckage we did to your cunt? There’s no way.” “Because you didn’t just take poz loads. You took toxic loads. One from me” Lamont said, “Two from me.” “The tattoos guy? Toxic also. You remember him saying, ‘Not anymore?’” I nodded, “My first toxic load.” Master simply said, “Yes.” I looked at each of them, Master and Lamont. The I turned to Jack. “Are you toxic also, Sir?” “You better fucking believe it.” I paused, only briefly. My mind had been converted, along with rest of me. “Will you give me your toxic load? Please, Sir?” Master and Lamont both said, “Fucking pig.” Jack smiled and nodded. “You want my toxic load? I thought you said you were scared.” I looked at him, then Lamont. Then I licked eyes with Master. “I’m not scared anymore. It’s already done. I want more.” They smiled and I heard Lamont whistle and say, “Damn. That’s nasty. And hot.” I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir for giving me your toxic load.” I turned to Master and thanked him for his toxic load, “But I hope next time, I’m awake to feel it shooting in me.” I turned to Jack, “Please, Sir. Add your toxic load to my cunt. Please, Daddy?” I don’t know where that came from other than him being older. “Daddy? You’re gonna call me Daddy?” I knew I had offended him and started to apologize. He interrupted me and said, “Do that. Call me that again and see what happens.” Not sure what would happen, I called him Daddy again. He smiled, “Lift your legs. Show me that cunt.” With effort, I tried but could stay balanced enough. Lamont reached down and pulled my legs up and spread them. “When you’re told to do something faggot, you fucking do it.” “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” “Look at me faggot,” Daddy Jake said. I looked back at him, go see him quickly shove three fingers in my cunt, causing me to moan. “Daddy’s gonna fist your cunt. Then shoot his toxic load in it.” “Thank you Daddy.”

Just to get away, I visited my buddy, Jimmy, a guy I roomed with in college. He introduced me to his new boyfriend, Randi (32, 5'6, a trim 135, blue eyes, blonde, and very, very fem). “Randi and I are a couple,” Jimmy announced, “because we’re both neg, and we’re gonna stay that way. We don’t play around." Somehow I doubted that; but I was tired, so after dinner and a little TV, I hit the sack. My last waking thoughts were of slim, lithesome Randy, and how I had told neither of them I was poz. Early in the morning, I wandered into the kitchen to find Randi, wearing only a towel, making coffee. Since we were alone and Jimmy was asleep, I decided to test Jimmy’s theory. I was horny, and Randi was pretty; and I had nothing to lose. His back was to me, so I stole up behind him, and nuzzled his neck and ears. “I’m so pleased you and Jimmy had me cum over, ” I whispered, nibbling his lobes. My hand slid under his towel massaging his buttocks. To my delight, Randi bucked back against me like a bitch in heat. Wondering how far he would go, I pressed my finger to his hole. Again, he pushed back so hard I slid all the way in. He led me to the garage. A twin mattress lay propped against the wall. Randi gave it a nudge, and it plopped onto the floor. He spread his towel upon it so daintily. I pushed the amorous Randi onto his hands and knees and rimmed his ass till he was dripping wet. I groped his dick to check his arousal, and was he ready—rock hard and drooling. I pressed my death-dealing cock to his hole and penetrated him to the hilt, I got to where I was really pounding his ass, and he loved it. It didn't take long before I shot my first poz load deep into his tight neg hole. I slowly withdrew, careful to leave as much of the venom in him as I could. He twirled around, threw his arms about me, and kissed me. "You are neg, aren’t you?" A little too late to ask, I thought, but for his benefit I assured him I was clean. I made small talk long enough to ensure that my poz jizz would take. I didn’t want him running off to the bathroom where he could dump most of my seed down the drain. As it turned out, Randi didn’t go to the john until after we’d breakfasted. Later that day, Jimmy made his second mistake. (His first had been sleeping in.) He ran off to buy groceries, leaving the me and Randi alone. I was lying on the bed reading a mag when Randi ambled in. I wasted no time in stripping him down, all the while kissing and caressing him. Randi boy went down on me. Fearful that Jimmy might soon return, I hiked his legs to my shoulders, and fucked him. He grimaced as my hard cock tore into him. No lube at all that time, and I skipped the rimming and spit. My dick burned from the friction, and I knew, if I were irritated, I must be tearing him up inside. A copious flow of precum and Randi’s sweet ass juices soon made us both feel sexy, and I rammed my second poz load of the day up his dry, lacerated mancunt. Again, I carefully withdrew, leaving as much poison in him as possible. I held him in my arms and caressed him, which was easy because he was a sucker for love and romance. Sunday morning, the day of my departure, I was showering when Randi sauntered in. I had him under the flow so quickly he hardly had a chance to disrobe. I soaped up his back really good, and especially his crack, and spewed a third lethal load into him. We rinsed and toweled off together. Thank god, Jimmy slept late! Jimmy called me three months later to tell me he and Randi had split. Turned out the little whore had cheated on him, and now they had both tested poz. I commiserated with Jimmy about his fate and the fickleness of boyfriends. The way I see it, I really did Jimmy a favor. Having a boyfriend you think you can trust, only to find out he’s screwing around, is no laughing matter. I have only one regret. I’ve lost track of Randi. After three wonderful fucks and a double conversion, I’ve cum to regard him as a formidable stud. Maybe I’ll get his number and invite him down. Reinfection would be my intent.