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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 6 - Improvement of the boys' working facilities In the afternoon, ten repairmen showed up at the shop with a big truck. The men started carrying repair tools and a huge amount of building materials. George told Sami and Jonas that he had planned better working spaces for the boys downstairs. In George's opinion, the fitting booth was too small for the growing business. George told Jonas and Sam to take care of the store and disappeared with the men downstairs. Throughout the evening there was clanking, sawing, drilling and hammering, the sounds of things being dragged and moved from downstairs. From time to time, the renovation workers carried building materials and large boxes through the store to the lower floor. Sam realized that the repairmen were the same toxic men who had been at George's on Sunday and seeded Sam's hole. After five hours of hard work, George came to Sam and Jonas and said that they could now come and see what had been accomplished downstairs. Everything is not quite ready yet, the places still need to be painted and cleaned, so then customers can also be allowed there. It's good, Sam and Jonas will then have a good feeling for the new spaces. George went to lock the shop door and hung a note on the door saying that the shop was temporarily closed. Sam and Jonas were surprised how different it looked downstairs. Most of the sales shelves had been moved to the front part of the lower floor to be clearly more compact than before. A sturdy sling was raised in the back and there were three doors to the cabins behind the sling. The middle booth only had a bench and a flat screen TV, where a porn movie was playing, where the gang took turns fucking a clearly younger man. The booth on the right had a fuck bench in the middle of the floor and the booth on the left had a structure like Sam had seen in the Czech porn movie. There was a hole in the wall, through which the visitor can only see Bottom's lower body. Bottom's legs can be towards the floor or tied up to the loops on the wall. There were also glory holes in the walls between all the booths, so you can easily secretly follow the activities of the neighboring booth or participate anonymously. Jonas and Sam looked around confused. One of the repairmen shoved his sweaty cock through one of the Glory Holes and George told the boys to go and thank the hard worker. Sam and Jonas squatted down by the hole and Sam greedily took the cock between his lips. After sucking for a while, Sam offered the cock to Jonas to suck. Jonas imitated Sam and sucked the cock greedily. George said he thinks the man deserved better than just sucking. Sam urged Jonas to offer the man his hole. Jonas didn't doubt it for a moment. Jonas packed his ass into the hole so that the man's cock sank directly into Jonas's hole. The other repairmen gathered around cheered and started to unbutton their own pants. Jonas looked horny at the men's exposed cocks. Until Jonas's eyes caught the first biohazardous tattoo next to a man's cock. Jonas whispered to Sam that it was what he suspected. Sam nodded and said "yes it is. A tattoo means a man is a poz". At the same time, there was a groaning sounds from behind the wall and the cock in Jonas's ass started throbbing and injecting sperm into Jonas. "Good boy, that was your first poz load today. But probably not your last. Those men are all toxic. I know that because they all cummed on me on Sunday. I think they all want to empty their loads in your unprotected hole today," said Sam to Jonas. Two men grabbed Jonas´s hands and began to carry him towards the new Fuck bench. The men tied the confused boy to the bench and another man started to fuck Jonas's ass. George told Sam they could go and open the shop again. "Jonas can do well alone with these men". Sam looked a little jealous at Jonas tied to the fuck bench. "It may be that there will also be new customers who want to explore the new facilities. You must be ready to guide them," George comforted Sam.

Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

I always felt a bit inexperienced, maybe that was why I rarely tried to hook up at all. I thought I'd mess it all up or not know what to do. I am only 18 but still, I wanted to not disappoint the expectations people were bound to have for a hot date. I was already on my third load while watching some hot porns, but today my libido would not settle down. I think I needed the real thing. I was online in a flash, but I had no idea what site was best but I settled for adam4adam. Being a rare sight online did have its perks, you got lightning fast responses and instant interest. A 42-year old muscled massage therapist hit me up (at least he claimed to be in the profile when I took a look.) He asked if I minded older men who liked submissive boys. I admit I never gave much thought to top, bottom, and the in-betweens but his question caused my dick to stiffen. Must be a sign. "Yeah, I'm down for that," I replied, pondering where we'd fuck. I couldn't do it at my parents house. Hopefully this guy could host and was close by. "Can't host, and I'm guessing you can't either." His next e-mail confirmed the worst case scenario. I thought it was all over, I told him sorry and maybe another time. "Hold on there boy, daddy isn't finished with you yet. Send me your address, I'm in your part of the neighborhood, get that hole ready and be outside in 10 minutes, and no matter where you're at, I'll be there." I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He seemed determined and excited to meet me. I was just a skinny gamer dork, though often people remarked I'm much more attractive than I seem to realize. I was considering this as I got ready and it seemed like a mere instant before I was outside and a sleek black mercedes with tinted windows was pulling up before me. I glanced around nervously incase I got it wrong, but the window lowered to show a grinning dark haired man with a handsome square jaw and traces of silver hair through his beard. The smiling blue eyes were enough to make ice melt, this was definitely the guy. "Hey boy, ready to please your daddy?" He questioned as he patted the passenger seat next to him. I went around and got in as shy as can be, I couldn't even answer him. I must've been blushing. "Mmm, don't worry boy, daddy is going to take care of you," a strong masculine hand reached over to massage my left shoulder tenderly. His fingers were like magic as he worked that hand across from my shoulder, to my neck, and then down the mid of my back. I completely relaxed, even when that same hand stuffed itself down into my shorts and his strong insistent fingers invaded my hole and pushed me forward a bit to give him easier access. "Ah...I didn't bring lube," I admitted suddenly, realizing I had some as his fingers worked at me roughly. "Don't you worry about that," the blue-eyed sex god whispered in a sensual voice, "I'm gonna take of that hole." That's when we stopped. I looked around not realizing that we were in the parking lot of a public park that was closed by this time of day. I looked at him questioningly. "You're going to service daddy right here and now boy, my cock needs to unload," and before I knew it I was face down in his jean covered crotch as he unbuckled and unzipped to reveal his cock which I couldn't remember the size of from the brief time I glanced at his profile. "Oh God..." I mumbled as I sucked gently on the stiff cock that was still hidden beneath his boxer-briefs. It looked massive. "That Cock is going to be your God boy as long as your servicing it with your holes," daddy told me in a matter of fact tone. I had a feeling this wasn't a man you said no to. His 9 1/2 inch circumcised dick was out and already dribbling long trails of pre-cum. His underwear had huge wet spots from the short drive over to the park. I couldn't believe I was doing this, I never took anything that huge before...and without lube? He couldn't really plan to put that in my ass? He coaxed my mouth over his thick head and used a hand to shove my head down so that I took nearly half his shaft before gagging and trying to resist. He continued to keep me in place, until I relaxed a bit and he could drive more of his cock into my throat and with his free hand he went to my hole and began to probe once more. My throat felt like it was a rubber band that had been stretched all out of shape. His cock was so thick I was sure he could probably see exactly how far down my throat it was. My eyes were watering and I could barely gasp enough air between his thrusts and deep throating to handle what he was doing to me. "Can't deep-throat daddies cock to make it cum boy?" An evil and greedy glint came to his eye, "Then your sweet cunt hole is going to pleasure this dick instead." I tried to apologize, to say I'd do better...but he placed his index finger firmly against my lips and just said, "Shhhhh." "Get on your knees in the backseat, look out the rear window and stay that way after you lower your shorts so I can see that ass," he ordered. I wordlessly complied, I wasn't sure what would happen if I tried to question the instructions. My hole felt so vulnerable in the air conditioned car when my shorts were pulled down. I heard him climb from upfront to position himself behind me, he grabbed my hands forcibly and put them in front of me, "You leave those there, you don't do anything. Daddy's in charge now." He shoved my legs apart with his knees and a firm hand pushed against the small of my back arching it slightly so that my butt poked out a bit further and my hole felt more open and exposed. "D-do you have a condom?" I asked nervously, I was almost surprised I even remembered to question him, I was so nervous about even handling it. "Yeah I have a condom," I heard and felt him spit right onto my hole and then another sound of him spitting, probably for his own cock. That monstrous piece of meat was pressed against my sphincter quickly and with both his hands on my hips he pushed me back onto it and down slowly. I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to ease back off it...it got so thick so fast I thought I'd rip open without lube. "Where you think that hole is going?" Daddy growled, he kept pulling me down but now he also rose to greet my hole too and his cock popped suddenly and forcibly into my hole. "AHHH!! OH GOD!" I cried out trying to get away now in earnest. My hole was on fire and I thought his cock felt like there was nothing on it. I tried to turn around to see but that's when a strong hand clamped on the back of my neck. "You look straight ahead fuck toy," he barked, "You are my property now, you don't act, you don't think. You just take this dick til I'm done with that boy pussy." I made a soft noise of protest, but I complied, relaxing somewhat. His cock slowly eased further into me, and the burning sensation subsided. "Good fucking bitch boy," he commended me. My reward was a sharp and deep thrust upward that plunged him fully into my unsuspecting hole. I swear, it was like a kidney moved out of the way in order to make room for that cock inside me. The hand that was on the back of my neck now moved to my throat as I cried out. He squeezed firmly and deliberately choking me into silence. I still tried to make another noise of protest and turn to face him...I quickly regretted that. The second hand came to join the other and both now choked me harder til I was submissive and he pulled back on my neck as he choked so that I arched my back more and opened more of my hole to his greedy cock that was eagerly pumping me. Things were starting to get hazy, I could feel my hole was really wet for some reason like it had been lubed up. Did he really pre-cum that much? Fuck. If that was pre-cum he was in me raw...but it didn't matter. I couldn't do anything with that death-grip controlling me like the reigns for a horse. I could see in the rearview mirror up front his firm hard body pumping me, and the ass that had a tan line from his days on the beach or maybe working outside. Maybe if my hole didn't feel like it was never going to be tight again I could have enjoyed the sight of him fucking my ass...this fucking Sex Beast of a man. His thrusts became jackhammer hard, I could breathe again as he let go of my neck and put one hand to my hip again to keep it firmly in the position he seemed to like the most, which was the one where my hole was tilted upwards a bit so the curve of his cock could hit this sweet spot inside my ass I had no idea was there... his other hand worked his fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck on them. I didn't realize doing that would make me open my hole more. "Now you're ready boy," he leaned in as he impaled me viciously and bit onto my neck. It was hot even as it hurt, but I saw why he did it. His cock swelled even more as he must've been getting close to coming, it was easily 10 inches at this point hit painful spots in my ass that seemed to feel extraordinarily good to him. His clamping down on my neck kept me from moving anywhere as much as it hurt and as much as I felt more and more like he was just using my ass because it was inexperienced and young to fuck. I wondered if I was really just a hole to him like he said earlier. He didn't care if I got off or enjoyed his cock...though I know on some level I was enjoying his cock. He just wanted to get off and I was the sap who let him inside. "Please," I begged, "Tell me you have a condom on." He began to grunt and lead into me hard, slamming my hole with such force I felt like it was a shockwave going through my entire body and numbing my boy hole completely. I moaned with the strangest sense of pleasure through all that pain and worry. He kept thrusting deep and purposefully, his cock kept moving to other places in my hole with each thrust spreading what I could feel was his load. I couldn't just be imagining it, there was so much and it was so warm. "Boy I told you," he said with the hint of a laugh in his tone, "I have a condom. It's you."

When I was in college the most common way to hook up was in the various men;s rooms on campus. Before long I discovered all of the cruisy toilet rooms. I remember sitting in a stall, tapping my foot and before long the guy in the next stall would be on his knees exposing his hard dick for me to suck. There was a very obscure men's room in the basement of an older administration building. The men's room was at the bottom of the stairs. It was old and had a sink, a urinal, a toilet stall and a shower stall that looked like it wasn't used in decades. There was a peep hole drilled into the stall that separated the toilet from the urinal, There was little reason to go here unless you were cruising for sex. I was horny one afternoon and thought I would check it out. I was pleasantly surprised to see someone in the stall. I went to the urinal and started to stroke my dick and noticed the peep hole get darker signaling the guy in the stall was peering through it. I continued to stroke until I was rock hard and then decided to make the move to the front of the stall..I stood at the stall, displaying my hard dick when soon the door swung open and I was greeted by a gorgeous hispanic male sitting on the toilet with his legs spread. He was about 20 and his shirt was off displaying a hot hairy chest. He had a two day old beard and his hair was pulled back in a bun. But the most impressive thing was his thick uncut dick. It was 8', dark with a thick bush. He motioned for me to come closer and took my dick into his mouth. OMG it felt so great. He deepthrotead me, then licked my balls and even fingered my hole. I reached down and pulled out my poppers, took a few hits and handed them to him. This just made his blow job more intense. I didnt want to cum yet so i pulled out of his mouth, pulled him up and started kissing him. He was an awesome kisser and was really into it. I loved his full lips and how our tongues were intwined. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me, I hadnt been fucked much but he turned me on so much I really wanted it. I asked if he had any condoms. He didnt but he said he would not cum inside me. I agreed and then went down on his cock to get it as wet as possible As I sucked him I realized how fat his dick was but I was in love and wanted it. I stood up, bent over, spit on my fingers to wet my ass, took a huge hit of poppers and waited for his dick to enter. He slowly pushed in my tight hole, but quickly I pulled forward as there was too much resistance in my dry hole. I put his dick in my mouth again slobbering as much saliva as possibe and bent over again, He slid in my wet hole and began fucking. My ass juices started flowing and the ride got smoother, but my god he was big. I felt like such a slut bent over in a sleazy mens room getting fucked bareback, We shared poppers some more as continued to fuck and telling me how great my hole felt. This went on for another few minutes when he all of a sudden stopped and pulled out. He said he had a "dry orgasm" and didn't cum. andI didn;t feel anything. He kissed me, git dressed and left. I took my time getting dressed and then started climbing the stairs, When I got to the top My shorts felt really wet. I went back into the mens room, dropped my pants and notices my boxers were soaked and there was than unmistaken scent of cum. I was so turned on and never asked for a condom again

I've been meaning to share this since Sunday night.. This past weekend I went to visit a friend in Long Beach and was leaving her apartment on Sunday morning when she went to work. So I was checking out the apps to see if I could have fun on my drive back to Phoenix. I got lucky and had some guys talking to me immediately and actually coming through and trying to make plans. So I headed over to this hung german guys apartment. When I started sucking his dick I got super horny immediately because I hadn't even touched myself since Wednesday. I was sucking him, eating his ass, sucking his balls. He just laid back and accepted what I was putting down lol. He preferred using condoms.. which was fine because I was so horny. I rode him for maybe 10 minutes and he shot in the condom, and I went into the bathroom to get the lube out of me. As I was sitting I went back on my phone and saw messages from a nasty equally hung french guy (I was hitting up all of europe lol). He couldn't host though but was saying for me to drive out to him and we'd find a spot in his car. I said before I don't really like car play but I really wanted to get fucked and take a load. I left the bathroom and the guy noticed I didn't cum and was trying to get me to sit back on his dick and cum but I said I had to drive back ASAP so I left. I met the french guy one street off kind of a main street. I parked near there and he dropped me a location from the alley one street off. So I walked back there and he was parked up in a really small business parking lot. Just one other car on the opposite side. I got in his car and we chatted for a couple minutes and he explained (cause we were in a small sedan) the best way he could fuck me. He put his seat down and told me to get on it, face down. I couldn't even see his dick before he hopped over and started prodding it against my ass. He wiped one little squirt of lube across my hole and just SANK into my ass. If I hadn't just been fucked with some lube in my hole I would have screamed. He was way to big to be doing that. Once in he didn't have a lot of room to slide out so he just pulled out like 2 inches every thrust but was fucking me hard. Definitely a big mix of pain and pleasure but the pleasure was winning so I went with it. I could tell he was cramping after a while cause he stopped being like.. violent about it and started going slower. It worked and he shot in my ass. He was different from the german guy cause he just told me to get out of his car and didn't care at all if I came. He was done. Kinda sucked because dom tops are hot but he was a little too selfish imo. I had no real leads after that so I actually started driving back. I stopped in PS to get food and tried again, but responses were really slow. I even went to sniffies and spent about 30 minutes messaging but not able to get someone I was interested in. I finished eating so I started driving back out. When I hit Indio I did one last stop to check my messages and low and behold there was a hot (american) dad that could host in Palm Desert. He was kind of a voyeur and had me jerk off and shower for him while he watched but I made sure I got to sit on his dick. I didn't want to keep it in anymore so I shot a massive load on his chest and stomach. I sucked him for like 20 minutes after that but unfortunately he couldn't cum. It was finally my turn to be the greedy one 😂All in all it took me from 8 AM until 6 PM to get home on what should've been a 6 hour drive

I wouldn’t worry about it. Sounds like he was gonna eventually try to extort you for $$$ or just wanted to make you paranoid. As a rule, I never communicate with anyone 21 and under, nor do I talk to faceless, empty profiles, and I never send nudes lol. Yes, that certainly limits my pool somewhat significantly, but you can’t trust people these days.

I have had this happen. Met a guy on Grindr. We met at my place, quickly got naked, and before I knew it his tool was pressed against my hole unwrapped. I wasn't about to let this go, so I pushed back on him taking him in me raw. No mention of status or using rubbers.

I totally agree. As a true bottom I understand that when I let a top put his dick in me raw he’s going to shoot his load in my guts. It would be totally unrealistic for a bottom to expect a different outcome no matter what discussion preceded the penetration. If a bottom is not ready to take a load he should just forego taking raw dick. Period.

**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 The next morning, Jeff woke up late. He had slept well and hadn't woken up once. The first thing he thought about was the night's events in the steam room. He pushed his finger into his hole, which felt swollen. Jeff's finger sank easily into the slippery and open hole. Jeff smelled and tasted his finger, it smelled and tasted intoxicating. Jeff opened his cell phone and took a picture of his swollen hole and sent it on Whats app to Burt. He thanked for yesterday and that they had hinted about the sauna. Burt immediately responded with a gif depicting his surprise. Burt wrote that he was confused as to what naughty beast they had unleashed. Burt also managed that either Jeff has made an account on Grindr. He gets good pictures from the pictures taken yesterday. Jeff had completely forgotten that Burt and Jack had filmed him during yesterday's session. Jeff opened the pictures and was dumbfounded. In the gallery there were dozens of pictures, in which Burt's and Jack's cocks were alternately in Jeff's ass. Jeff's face was clearly visible in most of the pictures and Jeff had a very enjoying face in them. There were pictures of Jeff on the bed on all fours with a cock in his ass, pictures of him on his back with his feet up to the ceiling, his feet on men's shoulders, his legs pressed to his chest. Jeff couldn't even remember in which of all the positions Jack and Burt had fucked him. The last ones were pictures of Jeff's hole, which was filled with sperm. Horny, Jeff downloaded the app and created an account. Logged in and started filling in his information and uploading pictures. As a profile picture, he took a picture of just his face while lying on the bed in the hotel room. About Me: "Nice, lean, athletic runner looking for fun. I'm 100% bottom and want to feel you inside me. No loads refused." Jeff sent the account link to Burt on whats app and took a shower. When Jeff got out of the shower, Burt had sent several messages to Jeff. Burt said that almost everyone doesn't show their own face on the app, so it was a surprise that Jeff had uploaded both a face picture and pictures from last night showing Jeff's face. But he believes it will certainly increase Jeff's market value. Jeff hadn't thought of the whole thing in his heat. It had also been busy in the grinder. Jeff's profile had had a lot of visitors and the men had given a lot of flames and purple devils. Jeff asked Burt what these purple devils means. "Probably they'd like to get in your hole," said Burt. Jeff clicked purple demons back to everyone who clicked him. After that, he started going through the messages he received. All had the same basic idea. "Looks like we are in the same hotel. When would suit you. I can come to your room, put your room number OR my room is XXX come whenever you want." "This can't be that easy," thought Jeff. This non-inhibition puzzled Jeff. The men were willing to fuck without any additional information or dating wishes. The main thing seemed to be to get to the top. Jeff put his own room number in the first messager's message. A couple of seconds later, Jeff received a text saying that the man would be there in a moment. Jeff was not prepared for such a quick reaction, so he in hurry put on the jockstraps he got yesterday and tidied up his bed a bit. After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Jeff opened the door and there stood a man about 30 years old who entered the room and closed the door behind him. The man kissed Jeff on the mouth and rubbed Jeff's ass with his hand. The man pushed Jeff towards the bed and turned Jeff onto his stomach on the bed. The man stuck his tongue in Jeff's ass and at the same time started to untie the belt of his pants. Jeff heard the man drop his pants and get on top of Jeff on the bed. Jeff felt the hot cock on his ass and spread his hands over his buttocks. With a steady thrust, the man's cock began to push inside Jeff. Jeff soon felt the man's pubic hair on his ass. The man started fucking Jeff and praised how good Jeff's ass felt. The man fucked Jeff for at least half an hour. Sometimes louder and sometimes slower. Finally, the man asked where Jeff wants the sperm. "inside," said Jeff and at the same time he felt mans cock throbbing inside him. The man seeded Jeff and collapsed onto Jeff. After a moment the man pulled out of Jeff, got up and pulled his pants back on. "Thanks, this was good. Are you here all week. We could see you another time," said the man and headed for the door. The man was gone. They hadn't even introduced themselves to each other.

When Debra, an ex-girlfriend who is a professional photographer, asked me to model for an erotic photography shoot, I agreed without telling my wife. Debra explained it would be a gay scene. I told her I was a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but she promised my face wouldn’t be shown and the sex would be simulated. Sire, I had often fantasized about doing it with another guy but I was happily married and had enjoyed a completely straight sex life. Besides, the modeling fee was good, and we needed the money since I had just started graduate school. I showed up at Debra’s apartment and met Mark, the other model. She had told me he was openly gay. He was extremely good looking and well built. I noticed he had a very sexy rope tatoo around his thick bicep. When I took off my clothes, I was thinking about how it would feel to have Mark’s strong hands touching me, and I got quite hard. Debra smiled when she saw my erection, saying it would add to the realism. Mark was hard, too, and I saw that his cock was longer and thicker than mine. Debra said she wanted us to wear some props. She gave Mark a leather biker cap and studded leather wrist bands; she gave me a rainbow pride ring and snapped a leather dog collar around my neck. “There, Andy,” she said, “now you really look like a bottom.” I blushed beet red. Then she handed each of us a studded leather cock ring. “This will help you stay hard, sweetie,” she said. I remembered that she used to call me that when we were dating. Mark stood very close to me. Debra instructed us to hold each other’s cock. I had never touched another man’s penis before. His grew even harder in my hand, a sensation I found strangely pleasurable. He closed his eyes and smiled, and I heard him grown softly. He started to stroke my dick, gently but firmly. I felt myself trembling with excitement. I was surprised at how aroused I felt. “OK, guys, let’s get started. Mark, I want some shots of you sucking Andy’s cock. I’ll be behind you.” Mark got on my knees and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job – much better than anything my wife could do. I heard Debra’s camera clicking away. She moved around to the side and came closer. Mark’s face would be clear in these photos, but he didn’t seem to care. “Your turn, Andy.” When she saw me hesitate, she said I should just fake it because she would be behind me. She told me to run my hands up Mark’s well-sculpted abs so she could capture my pride ring. I was just inches from Mark’s hairy crotch. Debra came to the side, holding the camera very close. “Sweetie, do me a favor and just kiss the tip of Mark’s dick, OK?” I don’t know whether it was Mark’s delicious manly aroma or my desire to please Debra, but I did as she said. Then, without her saying a word, I opened my mouth and began to lick the head of his dick. “Oh my god, that’s perfect!” Debra exclaimed, taking more photos. I tasted Mark’s precum and found I really liked it. As Debra encouraged me, I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged. “That’s OK, sweetie,” she said. “I used to gag, too. It takes practice. You’ll learn.” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Next we moved from Debra’s living room into her bedroom. At Debra’s direction, Mark and I lay down on her bed, with me on the bottom. As Debra coached us for her photos, I felt Mark’s cock rub against mine. “That’s great,” she said. “Very realistic.” I started to breathe faster. I even moaned a little. Mark said that made it easier for him to stay hard. When he kissed me, I didn’t try to stop him. In fact, I opened my mouth and nobbled on his tongue. Debra kept taking pictures and telling us what a great job we were doing. Next Debra said she wanted some shots of Mark licking my ass. I got on my knees and I felt Mark’s strong hands spread my ass cheeks. His tongue quickly found my puckered hole. He started on the outside, then I felt his tongue probing my opening. I felt little electric charges radiating from my ass through my entire body. Debra leaned in to get close-up shots. I clutched the pillow and moaned with pleasure. Debra told me to lie on my belly and instructed Mark to lie on my back. I spread my legs apart. I felt his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks, and the sticky moisture of his precum. Suddenly the room seemed very warm. I was panting hard now. I thought about my wife and was really glad I hadn’t told her about the whole thing. “Listen, guys,” Debra said. “This just won’t do for the close-ups. It isn’t convincing. I need you to try just a little actual penetration. Please. I really the shot. Mark, here’s some lube.” Then, to me, “Sweetie, just relax a bit and soon I’ll have what I need.” I nodded; my mouth was too dry to speak. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew I wanted to feel Mark inside me. He put some lube on his finger and worked it into my ass. He was very gentle. I felt a warm sensation and my body trembled. Then he put some lube on the head of his cock. He asked Debra if he should use a rubber but she said the photos would sell for a lot more without it. “Andy, is that OK with you?” he asked. “I guess so,” I answered meekly, without thinking. Then Mark placed the tip of his cock against my butt hole. It stung and I tried to pull away. Debra leaned close, put her hand on mine, and said softly but firmly, “You can do this for me, sweetie.” Mark leaned forward and licked my ear, then told me to kiss him. I did as he said, and our tongues danced together. It was intense and suddenly my back passage opened to him. My body seemed to be responding without my will. I heard myself moan loudly. The warmth and fullness were exquisite, unlike anything I had ever felt before during straight sex. “You like this,” Mark said. I nodded. He went deeper, then deeper still until I felt his public hairs against my butt cheeks. High-pitched, girlish “ah!” sounds came from my mouth. Debra kept snapping pictures. Soon Mark was thrusting in and out. He was grunting and calling me obscene names like “cunt” and “faggot.” I loved how excited he was. “I’m taking your manhood, Andy,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me forcefully. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. I kept kissing him as I felt him explode inside me. “And now I just bred you and made you my bitch,” he grunted in my ear. It sounded so masculine and sexy when he said this. And then I felt an odd orgasm, tingling throughout my body, and a little cum oozed from my cock. My whole body quivered. It wasn’t like a regular male orgasm at all. Debra was delighted. “That was amazing, boys!” she exclaimed. “I never realized how hot two guys together could be.” As we lay there, breathing hard, our bodies covered with sweat, Mark whispered in my ear, “I would love to see you again.” I said yes without hesitation. Then we kissed, more tenderly. Debra looked at me and said, “Sweetie, I think you may be a fag. And now you even have a boyfriend.” I did not reply. I just lay there. I was too confused. I thought I loved my wife, but this was the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Debra may be right. My wife still doesn’t know about the photos.

I'm an evil twink. My latest conquest was a muscled Italian stud with a gold wedding band. Nothing gets me hornier than being a straight married man's side piece. Knowing he has a wife and kids at home sends me over the edge. He has been coming over to my place every week for the past couple months straight from his office. And I wait for him ass up, ready to take a pounding. The problem was that he doesn't trust me enough to fuck raw. I dreamt of his huge thick Italian cock sliding in my pink raw hole. It's all I'd been craving. After he'd leave, every time I'd rummage like a raccoon through the waste basket for his used condom. I have eaten it, tried pouring it into my hole, and even inserted the dirty rubber in my hungry hole. Not the same. Anyone remember Mark Bentson's famous top ten stealthing tips? I loved reading his site iblastinside back in the day. There were two tips for bottoms that I felt tempted to try. "If you control the condom, you control the whole trick. Condom brand selection can be the most difficult but luckily there’s always someone giving some away for free, either at sex clubs or doctor’s offices. Grab a handful. I find the colorful generic Durex brand brings me the most luck. Generally, you can’t find the bulk ones, but I did at Drugstore.com where there’s some variety packs there. My favorite seem to be Durex Rainbow Color. OPTION 1 The season (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) is getting perfect to begin preparation. Put your condoms in your car for a few days, especially if you can sit them on your dashboard. Then bring them inside and put them into your freezer straight from the extreme heat. Then take them back outside to the car. Doing this a few times — extreme heat, extreme cold — really breaks them down but only once or twice helps. OPTION 2 Pinpricks through the wrapper and the condom if you don’t have the time or patience to switch off with the extreme temperature technique is also fine. I recommend getting a very small pin and only poking though the side with the printing on the condom wrapper. If you are careful, this leaves the see-through side intact; tampering there is more likely to be seen." I performed both options on the only pack of condoms I had. Now for the next step. "Yes, bottoms can stealth, as many of them told me. But in many cases, they aren’t in the driver’s seat, so to speak, since they cede control to the top. However, here’s a few things a bottom can do if there’s options to do so. First and foremost, get rid of all condom-safe lubricants but not the bottles they came in (maybe not all… when you do have the barebacker over, you might prefer one). Fill up these “safe for condom use” bottles with oil or petroleum lubricants. Now let’s say you’re going to his place to use his condoms and his lube. After you’re all cleaned out, take a nice glob of petroleum jelly and coat your insides. By the time you’re there, your pussy will be dripping for him (and won’t be a very friendly environment for condoms)." The next time my Italian stud was due to come over, I fingered my hole with a giant glob of Vaseline. My little twink cock stiffed up at the thought of getting his bare dick. I couldn't help but moan while I lubed myself. Naughty boy. My man finally arrived, straight from his work, dressed in his suit and tie. "Come here you sexy fucker." He growled while hastily undressing. I kissed him deeply, cupping his strong jaw and holding him close, as his large hands groped my body, finding my pert ass. "Daddy I missed you." I said between kisses. "I miss your hot mouth, son." He smirked as he pushed my head down to his crotch. "Daddy loves your holes." I moaned as I worked his cock, swallowing his thick girthy cock deep and sucking like a pro. "Good boy," he said as I looked up at him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. He tapped my cheek and signaled me to the bed, while grabbing one of my prepared condoms from the nightstand. I got on all fours with my jockstrapped ass in the air, anxiously looking back to see how he was making out with the tampered condom. He seemed to have put it on without issue and lubed it up. Game time. He slipped his cock in with some effort, but finally he got to pounding my ass doggy. I took a hit of poppers and melted into the bed, my hole eagerly accepting each thrust. My ass clapped as his hips slammed against me, his sweat mixing with the lube. Heaven. I prayed that he wouldn't notice when the condom broke. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I thought maybe cowboy would be a better position. I signaled for him to lay down and I managed to see that his dick was still wrapped up before I sat on him. I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. "Take daddy's dick." He instructed. I began to bounce on his lap, thrusting his cock deep in and out. I kept a good rhythm, making sure to clench my ass on each ascent, in an effort to rip the condom off with my ass. We reached a frenzy when I finally felt a snap inside me as I rode him. I watched his face to see if he could tell what happened. As far as I could tell, he didn't notice, but his eyes rolled back into his head and moaned deeply. He was cumming inside me. He held me down on his cock as he unloaded, grunting as each rope of cum coated my guts. I was in cumdump heaven, finally bred and seeded by this hunk of a man. I got what I deserved. After a moment of rest, I got up, making sure to clench my hole to keep everything inside. "Oh shit I think the condom came off." He said, as his cock slipped out of me bare. "Damn really?" I feigned surprise. Still holding his cum and rubber inside me, I promised him that I was healthy and he had nothing to worry about. I kept up the act until he left. Afterwards, I inserted a butt plug to hold his seed inside me, I needed his babies to soak in me as long as possible. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes. But was it worth it? Hell yes! Please don't judge me.

So, I need to talk about this in a safe space. I wonder if others of you have started to feel this way recently, and are willing to share your thoughts. (Even if you don't feel this way, I'd love to hear from your as well!) So, since all the COVID and MPX nonsense of the last few years, I'd become very skittish around the idea of just hooking up indiscriminately like I used to. Felt like no one was really worth the risk of either of those diseases - yes, I know that sounds somewhat disingenuous from someone who is HIV+ and an avowed member of the "raw is law" crowd. Initially, I thought after all of the lockdowns were behind us in a few weeks or months, I'd be back in the saddles (or slings) and back to my old cum-loving self... But things didn't really spring back to normal, and we weren't really able to (safely) meet up for this type of stuff for longer than expected. I'll admit that I wound up getting a far bigger porn addiction than anything I'd had previously...it was really my main sexual outlet, outside of the posts and reads on here. Turns out to not be the healthiest addiction out there, and has been a hard one to kick. Over time, though, a funny thing happened... After a while, I found myself spending way too much time on the various tube sites (before some were shut down, or had their content massively purged). As time went on, I found my interests devolving more and more into the more intense aspects of sex and kink videos....got really into watching spanking/CP vids, "home intruder" role plays, etc. My own personal thoughts shifting toward those as well....but unfortunately not being in any position to act on any of this. Eventually, though, things started to shift to a sense of normality...and I managed to indulge in some man-to-man action on occasion. It was, well... ...mediocre, to say the least. Without going into too many specifics, I had a mix of top encounters and bottom ones. Nothing particularly bad; just "meh..." Not to say that the guys were of poor quality; I just felt like I wasn't able to really connect and get into the moment as easily as I used to. I did the first thing many of us would do in those situations and immediately thought that it was something wrong with me. I wasn't good enough, my body wasn't good enough, my technique was no longer good enough - all of those negative emotions that come far too easily. After a few lacklustre experiences, I threw in the towel. I decided against meeting up for any play for a few months until I was able to get into a better mental space. That turned out to be a Pandora's box of emotions, though. All of that negativity came washing back, and created this constant feedback loop that didn't serve to make me feel any better about myself. Eventually, though, that started to turn. While, yes, I do still have those remnants of negativity swashing around my brain, a funny thing happened. I realised that all the time away from mindless action made me think about what it really is that I wanted from my sexual encounters....a deep connection. I'm not saying that I have to fall in love with the man on top of me (or beneath me), but have that kind of intimate, non-verbal desire that is present from that initial moment and building all the way through to the intense climax. Nowadays, when a guy messages me to tell me how many loads he has and if I want to contribute more - I just don't engage. Same goes for guys messaging me to bottom for them, but demand I be blindfolded and pre-loaded - just not my thing any longer. If it's not eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body action, it just doesn't stir any desire within me. As a result, the volume of responses I get on the various sites and apps has dropped considerably. While that may sound disheartening, it doesn't really bother me much in reality. Basically, I'd rather wait for a good experience, rather than just the next one. So, yeah...I feel that the seeming trend of cumdumping, gangbanging, and H-n-H sessions just isn't my scene and that I've become a bit of a minority among the bareback brotherhood. There are times where I wonder if I'm alone in this, though I know that's likely not the case. Looking forward to hearing others thoughts and stories here. Bit of a long post from me, but I know through my years on this community that this has been a safe space for me to talk about these sorts of things.

I was messaged yesterday by a young guy on grinder He was very close and asked if he could come over 15 minutes later he was here Young Indian guy who just wanted to fuck. He fucked me on stomach on back doggie style he fucked me for 20 minutes till I heard him moan loudly Then he shot a huge load in me he gave me his cell number and I gave him mine he wanted to text me when he was horny so we could fuck. He never mentioned condoms all raw

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mj3FXiw22Ue4 wow hot fuck and breed, sign me up for this top!

I'd suggest not ever supplying your face pic in the future, too many sexstortionists on-line these days.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lgA0l2vFWX6o Hot Scene! Wonder which Raging Stallion vid this is.....

Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?

Just got home from taking 3 loads… first was this hot 20-something jock with a nice cock. Opened the door to his apt naked and stroking. Dropped to my knees and started sucking on his cock; which was drooling delicious precum. Less then a min later he had me ass up on the couch and was jack-hammering my cunt and blew a massive load in me. in heat now, I got back on Sniffies and a guy a couple miles away needed a quick pump and dump hole. I get there to find the address is a hotel. He gives me a room number and tells me to come in and get ass up. I do as instructed. Turns out he’s staff and it’s an unbooked room. I suck him to get him hard, then he moved behind me to and takes his turn a breeding my cunt. Of course I’m not satisfied with two loads, so I’m sitting in my vehicle in the parking lot looking for my next sperm doner and the hotel guy ends up messaging me again. He wants to breed again. Same deal. Round two. He fucked a little harder the second time and left it in till he got soft. Not to bad for an impromptu Thursday night slut session.

Damn... grindr here sucks... nothing but scammers and flakes... Wish it was better...

If a bottom lets me in bare, there is really no way that I won't cum in him. It's just too irresistible. Usually by the time we've been fucking and I'm ready to cum, they're too horny to want me to pull out anyway. Those that are still saying "pull out before you cum" while we're fucking usually get at least one spurt inside before I pull out and shoot the rest on their body.

For me, not quite an absolute requirement, but very close. Love me some good kissing!

Some black chocolate messaged me this morning on Grindr saying we meet last summer at pride event and he was in town on an "in and out" business trip, flight at 3pm. Sorry for the late notice but he had a two hrs to burn and wanted to know If was available... told my boss I was feeling a possible fever and want to take a lunch and finish my day remotely. Hmmm, a delicious cock & balls and a man who knows "how to fuck" was just what the doctor ordered. Typing this with the taste still in my mouth and his load deep in my freshly used ass.

Thanks. xxx

more soon, I promise

**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 6 - New shop assistant The next morning Sam skipped lectures again and came straight to the shop and put on his uniform - just jockstraps. During the day, he sold fetish clothes, dildos, butt plugs, whips and penis rings to men of different ages. Almost everyone wanted to test their purchases before making a purchase decision in the fitting room, and Sam was eager to help them with that. Already at noon, Sam's hole was already well opened and slippery. When Sam squatted down to take something from the lower shelves, fresh drops of cum oozed from the hole. In the afternoon, Jonas came to the store straight from school. George had promised to consider organizing a private event for 20-year-old Jonas. George had said that he only organizes them for employees, so Jonas would have to work at the store to earn the event. Jonas had promised to work as an unpaid sales trainee. George gave to Jonas the same jockstraps that Sam was wearing. Your most important job is sales promotion and customer service. Your task is to enrich the customer's imagination so that he buys as many different products as possible. "I'm sure a lot of customers want to test products with you, so you better be well prepared. Have you cleaned yourself up inside today," asked George. "Yes I am. My boyfriend fucked me in the morning," said Jonas. "Good, so you already have sperm in your hole, so no artificial lube needed," replied George encouragingly. "No, we used a condom," said Jonas. Between the shelves, Sam showed what can be found on each shelf and how to use different sex tools. Sam also tried to gently hint to Jonas that not all men might want to wear rubber. He didn't dare to say directly that none of the men had ever even mentioned the use of rubber. Soon the boys heard that the store's front door opened, meaning a new customer had entered the store. Sam showed Jonas an example of how to treat customers. Jonas followed silently from the sidelines. Sam greeted the man who had come to find himself some new jocks and lube. Sam first introduced the jocks and then Sam suggested the man a lubricant that mimics real sperm. Sam also suggested other products to the man, such as penis rings and anal spreaders. In the end, the man had chosen the products and said he still wanted to fit Jock straps. Sam led the man into the fitting booth and closed the curtain behind him. Jonas was left alone between the shelves. After maybe 15 minutes, the front door opened again and a muscular and tall man, clearly over 60 years old, entered the shop. He told Jonas that he was looking for a new leather harness. Jonas led the man to the fetish clothing section and started presenting the options. The man quickly found a model that pleased him. The man also wanted to look at leather jockstraps and asked Jonas which model was the hottest from Jonas. Jonas showed jocks with a big zippered pouch on the front. The man said it was the right choice. I'll take those too. Jonas remembered that he also always has to try to sell the customer something else, so he asked if the man would be interested in buying handcuffs as well. The handcuffs were the first thing that caught his eye from the fetish shelf. "Well, I'm really interested," said the man enthusiastically. It was Jonas's turn to lead the man to the fitting room. On the way there, he saw that Sam had led his own customer to the counter to cash out. After about ten minutes, the man who led Jonas to the dressing room came to George and Sam at the sales counter and brought the harness, jock straps and handcuffs to the counter. I'll buy these. You have a really smart new salesman here, said the man to George. When the man had left, Jonas also arrived at the counter. Jonas told George and Sam that the man had handcuffed Jonas to the radiator's water pipe and fucked him roughly with a raw cock. And finally injected the sperm directly into Jonas's guts. The man hadn't asked at all where Jonas wanted the sperm or if he could go in raw. Jonas had thought that in customer service work he could not question the customer's choices. But now he has a stranger's sperm in his ass for the first time in his life and it feels confusing. Sam wanted to correct that it wasn't the first time, because yesterday he had slipped the butt plug first in his own hole, which already had several men's sperm inside it. So yesterday, along with the butt plug, at least small amounts of unknown men's sperm had already moved into Jonas's ass. George wanted to stop the sperm discussion and stated that Jonas had done exactly the right thing. The man had made the most expensive purchase of the day so far. Jonas has proven his own commitment to customer service, so George promoted Jonas from trainee to sales assistant on the very first day.

I was 20 and looking for a better job. Economy was though and good job rare. I was working a nightly part-time in a warehouse. My drunken dad pointed out from the local newspaper a small ad: “Assistant Needed. No experience needed. Might be free to travel occasionally”. Why not? I called and the man asked me if I can come for an interview later in the afternoon, as he really need to find someone. Turned out, it was a small photo studio. Leo was a man of few words. With some “hummm” and “ah”, he read my resume. As I was waiting, I looked at the place. It was dusty and spider webs can be seen. Didn’t look like there was a lots of business activities. I would politely decline the position and continue looking for something else. - You’re hired, if you can start tomorrow. - Ungh? I replied surprise, I mean… I don’t… - Is there a problem? I thought you were looking for a job? Leo interrupted me. - No, no I am looking for a job, but… - Deal, Leo replied. Be here tomorrow at 8. Don’t be late” With that Leo pushed me outside the studio and locked the door before disappearing. Bewildered, I went back home to find dad getting fucked by a tattooed guy on the couch. The same couch where I sleep. Unfazed, the man looked at me: “Almost done here. Then he’s yours!” I went to the john and released a wicked piss. - So, the job? My dad yelled. - I got it, I said walking back to the living room. The guy was already gone. - How much? - I don’t know - What do you mean you don’t know? - I didn’t have the chance to ask. The guy was in a hurry, I lied. Anyhow, I don’t intend to take the job. My dad was stirring the load in his ass with two fingers. - Can you not do that, dad? It’s disgusting. - I got 25 bucks, at least. With that dad wiped his fingers on the cushion, leaving a dirty trace on it. - Almost forgot, your boss said they don’t need you at the warehouse this week. So, I guess you will have to take the job unless you want to find out on the street. Your rent is due Sunday. *** Leo was happy to see me. At least that’s how I interpreted the grunt he gave me after I knocked on the studio door. The job was simple: Leo would drive to various place and do private photoshoot. He needed someone to load and unload the material in the truck. I simply nodded which seems to satisfy him. I have to give him credits, he knew his stuff. He took the time to explain me how to handle the material and their uses. At lunch, I risked myself to ask Leo how much the job pay. - 21 dollars for moving the material. 28 dollars if you do some actual shooting work, and 40 dollars plus tips if you participate in the shooting, minus 10% as my commissions. I guarantee you at least 40 hours per week. - At least? We work more? - Oh yeah, sometimes we work full weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. As I lay down on the stinky couch that night, I was excited by the perspective of a better life. I would get $840 a week which was better than the meager 224$ I was getting at the warehouse. I was brought back to reality as Dad stumbled in the one-bedroom apartment with two bearded bikers. - Does he fuck? one of them asked my Dad - Nah. He’s straight… - Too bad With that they disappeared in the bedroom. By the sound of it, Dad got spit-roasted roughly a few times during the night. Life couldn’t get worst than what it was living with Dad, isn’t it?

So I met this 81 year old man at the senior apartment complex my mother lives the other day. I was walking to my car and he was out walking for exercise and noticed my pride sticker. He stopped me, said hello and proceeded to bluntly ask if I was a homosexual. I immediately thought “oh boy here we go” because he used the word “homosexual” and he sounded almost upset but I went ahead and replied, yes to which he lit up with a big smile, and said “me too”. This made me laugh some because it was so bazaar. We began talking and walked over to a bench under a tree and sat to enjoy our conversation. He went through a thorough history of our gay community in our town. It was exceedingly interesting, but it’s winter and we were both getting cold, so we decided to part ways. As I was walking away, he politely asked if I would want to have coffee at his apartment sometime to which I said yes and got in my car to go home. This morning as I was walking out of my moms apartment, I thought to myself “why not” so I took out my cell phone and called his number that he gave me last week. He answered the phone and I told him who I was and that I would love to take him up on that cup of coffee. He was so excited. You could literally hear the excitement in his voice which made me happy. He gave me his room number, so I walked to the other side of the building and knocked on his door. He answered with a huge grin and invited me in. He looked very handsome and was wearing sorta an Asian print robe and his apartment was meticulously clean and very well decorated. He he walked me over two a leather loveseat, and invited me to sit down which I did while he walked into his kitchen to put on coffee. A couple minutes passed, and he came out with two mugs of hot coffee, and sat one in front of me and sat down next to me When he sat down, he sat down very close to me and turned towards me. Right away because the way his robe was laying I could see a little bit of the side of cock but we started chatting. He like to touch me as he talked and eventually his hand came to rest on my thigh. I looked down because he had spread his legs some and his cock was totally uncovered now and was literally starting to swell. I thought to myself “LOL I guess we’re gonna fuck“. So I reached over and held his penis in my hand and slowly stroked him. As his cock swelled in my hand I leaned in towards him and asked if he wanted to kiss to which he immediately started to kiss me. He instructed me to take off my clothes so I did it quickly and went back to stroking his now hard cock and making out. I slid down to my knees and scooted the coffee table back and knelt in front of him. I slipped his cock in my mouth and started giving him a slow but firm blow job. His cock was pouring pre-cum, which was amazing because it was almost like swallowing a nonstop load. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He nervously replied that he hasn’t had sex in six years, and if I was sure that it was OK. I gave him a big smile and assured him that nothing else would make me happier right now. He said “I don’t have any condoms”, and I assured him that that was no problem at all. We both stood up and walked to his bedroom. His cock was big and full, but hanging down and I love the way the color of his cock contrast it with his big muff of gray pubes. I asked him how he wanted me and he told me to lie on my back so I laid on my back and rolled my legs back to submit and present my hole to him. He slipped off his robe and hung it on a hook on his bathroom door and went in to get something. He came out with an ancient looking large jar of Vaseline and climbed on the bed. I could see the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as he open the jar and scooped out some Vaseline. He rubbed it on my hole and started fingering me. He looked so happy as he watched his fingers sliding in and out of my loose hole. He leaned forward, holding his cock and effortlessly slipped it in me. I immediately could feel the warmth against my hole as he slid in. He laid down on top of me, and we started kissing while he slowly started thrusting. He was kissing my neck and groaning with each thrust. He had only been fucking me for maybe a minute or two when he rapidly sped up his thrusting, pushing his cock as deep as it would go with each thrust. Seconds later, he let out a loud groan, followed by a loud grunt each time he forcefully slammed his cock in me as he was ejaculating. He collapsed his full weight on me, and we kissed before he unmounted me and laid next to me. I held his cock in my hand gently stroking as he couldn’t stop smiling, and telling me how amazing that was. We cuddled for a while and we both fell asleep together. After a couple hours I woke up and started playing with his cock which woke him up. I went down on him but he made me work for. About 20 minutes later he flooded my mouth with his seed. I had to get going so I got dressed and thanked him for the coffee that I didn’t drink and the fun sex.

It's only quite recently that CumUnion has been held at Slammer as well as the Clubhouse !! over in Oakland Park. I live much closer to Slammer, so that's where I go on most weekends. The OP tubs is a bit of a drive away, but it has it's charms too. Since you're staying at Inn Leather, Slammer won't be much of a drive for you. Straight up US1 (aka NE 4th Ave, at that point), turn W at NE 4th St, or NE 6th St, go a couple of blocks West to Andrews Ave (0 hundred E/W), turn North for a few blocks to Sunrise Blvd (1000 N), and turn West 3 blocks to Slammer. There are 3 large square electrically lit signs( maybe yellowish?, but I don't see colors all that well), each with a 3, a 2, or a 1, on the North side of Sunrise, as you drive West, announcing to one and all that you're there. The parking lots are fenced, guarded by off duty cops (some of whom are gay, so give them a buck or two). Slammer is only 3 blocks West of Andrews, so get in the right hand lane of Sunrise (as you're driving West) asap; the car-entrance comes up quickly. Then, just come in and jump onto the pile of writhing, Breeding men with the rest of us !!! As to Inn Leather, tons of locals buy day-passes and go down there - it can be as much fun as Slammer-with-sunshine. There are "classier" guesthouses over in Wilton Manors, but none as much fun as I.L. No bs over at Inn Leather ... just plenty of guys Breeding each other.

This is a great story- well actually it is Fucking Hot!! and while I would love to read another chapter … I will also enjoy imagining multiple next chapters on my own

He seems to care about himself much more than he does about you. You have to look after yourself.

It depends on a lot of things for me. If I'm really turned on or it's a cheating session then I typically can't hold back the first one. If it's relaxed then I can last around an hour. I usually edge myself for 2-3 hours at a time so I think that's given me better timing control. Plus, once I feel my warm cum slick things up inside the bottom, it makes me harder to just keep going for round 2 and that goes as long as I want it to.

I had to do a job a few hours from home in a large coastal town, and thought it would be a great opportunity to have some fun while away alone. I'd been chatting with a few guys from the area on grindr in the week leading up. Finished what I was doing, went to the local adult store and purchased a new jock strap and some lube. Went back to motel and cleaned up and organised for first gent to arrive. I reclined on bed with knees up as my new fb entered the room and immediately stripped off. Average dad bod with a nice 7' uncut cock that was thrust to my face. Sucked him like that for a bit before instructing him to lay down. Tasted nice and i took my time sucking his cock, balls and licking the tip of his knob, cleaning up precum as his cock grew rock hard, danced and twitched around. I then straddled his cock with my pre lubed hole and rode him hard, forwards and reverse. He wanted to fuck me from behind, so i put a couple of pillows under my belly to prop my ass up. He then pounded my wet hole full throttle for a good 20mins. I was in heaven at this point before he start to grunt and unleaded a flood of his man gravy deep inside me. I sucked his cock clean before he showered and left. Went to a local pub for some dinner before returning to room. Soon enough i had number two arriving. He had warned me that he would cum quick, but lasted long enough. He had about 6-7', but was quite girthy. Another uncut cock. Again i sucked him until rock hard while squeezing his balls tightly as per his request. Straddling his cock I could certainly feel this one enter me even though I had been thrashed beforehand. He threw me off after a few minutes, fucked me on my back for a few more, before pulling out, sitting on me, dry humping my cock and unleashing a very impressive series of thick and creamy cum spurts all over my chest, neck, face and even the pillow behind my head. I got my mouth to his cock in time to get the last couple of solid dribbles of cum, before cleaning the rest of my juices off him. He left, I showered and then slept. I'm lying here now after fb number one has just left after coming back for another helping before work and dumping another big load in me this morning. I'm going to be leaking cum from my ass all day now.

Having just replied to the original thread, I do agree that stop means stop and no means no. At times when the top might be too big or too thick to be comfortable, I try to keep letting him fuck me, but ultimately I'll move away (with no objection from the top) if it becomes too much. There's one thing in terms of horny role play and then another in terms of reality.

I love being a faggot

Same here.

Honestly I don't really understand your partner's position... I'm poz undetectable too; with my neg partner we're currently monogamous and play bareback, but we have talked a lot of this issue, even with him coming with me to my doctor. For now he's not on Prep, but I really have nothing against it if my guy one day would tell me he'd go for it; it's HIS health, HIS body. And in case he wants to open the relationship Prep is the first thing we would think about. Well, if he wanted to take it without us to open our relationship "officially", I would have nothing against that decision as it means, "if you cheat you at least think of your health". I have HIV due to cheating consequences in a before-Prep time; why should I say no! I'm undetectable, I'm safe, but if the guy wants Prep it would not mean he's fearing me; he'd be rather protecting himself, and that's his right.

i froze 9 loads in a tube...was in my freezer for about 2 months. i then used it as a "cumsicle", making sure to swallow every frozen drop of it!!

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Cum as Lube When I was in college, sex with condoms happened a lot more than bareback sex. It was before PrEP, and taking cum in your holes was risky. That risk thrilled me, and still does. The story I’m about to tell may be the first time I shared a boyfriend’s holes on purpose. When I was a junior, I started dating a relatively naïve freshman. We went on three dates before he let me kiss him. He was sexy, tall, slim, blond bangs down to his eyes. The first time I blew him, he put a rubber on first. Ugh. I liked him and figured with a lot of persistence and trust, he’d let me fuck him bare. After a few times topping him safe, he complained that it hurt. I told him spit and drugstore lube were not enough to match the same glide as precum and spunk as lube. My boy asked me how I knew that, and I told him about a guy I dated the summer after my senior year of high school. He wasn’t honest with me about sharing his ass with other guys, but he did let me fuck him raw. I was topping him once, and gobs of cum squeezed out around my cock. I realized he’d been lubed up with someone else’s fresh seed. What should have disgusted me got me so hard. I came in him way too quickly, and stayed hard. I fucked him with now at least two loads oozing out of his hole. It felt amazing. Needless to say, that sounded hot and raunchy to my boy. He had an idea. A couple of days later, we went back to his dorm room. He went to his shared mini-fridge and pulled out a baggie. He grinned and told me he’d shot three loads into it, ready to warm up and lube up with. He’d still make me wear a condom, but he’d be lubed with cum. I knew he was starting his way down the slippery slope of begging for cum in his ass. I rubbered up and squirted the lukewarm globs of seed into his ass and onto my sheathed cock. It did feel better for him, and the nastiness of it got me off. I told him I was glad it felt better for him, but wanted to feel his ass bareback. A few days of prodding wore him down. We repeated the nasty freezer cum trick, and he was pre-lubed with three of his own loads before I slid inside him raw for the first time. I told him it felt so good mixing our seed deep in his guts and I bred him well. I was cumming so hard that I hadn’t realized that his hot jock ‘straight’ roommate had come home into the small room and was jerking off to the raw gay sex show in front of him. The jock slid his cock into his roomate’s / my boyfriend’s mouth and then leaned forward to finger his cummy freshly-bred hole. The guy looked at me and said he’d never fooled around with guys before, but he wanted to try it. So, my boyfriend took the second raw cock of his life that night, and his roommate bred him, adding his seed to the loads stirring around in his guts. The next weekend, we went to a nearby city with a proper gay bar. I was 21 so could drink, but my boyfriend had to wear a wristband and wasn’t allowed alcohol. I had a few beers and got flirty with a tall swarthy stranger at the next stool. When my boy went to the bathroom, the stranger told me we were a cute couple and asked me if my boyfriend and I shared each other. Not quite understanding his question, I grinned and told him about our cum play. He asked if he’d want to fuck a stranger’s load deeper into my boy’s ass. I told him I’d really like that. The guy switched places with me and started flirting hardcore with my boyfriend, telling him how lucky he was to have me as such an understanding partner to indulge his cumplay fantasies. My boy blushed, knowing his secret was out. Minutes later, he had his hands down my boy’s shorts and was playing with his hole. The guy suggested we go back to his place, so we did. Minutes after walking in the stranger’s apartment, he had me and my boy naked on the sofa making out with each other. He asked me to eat my boy’s ass and get it good and wet; he’d only have my spit to lube my boyfriend’s raw hole, but I’d get sloppy seconds. It sounded so hot that I didn’t think to look up as the guy stripped. I ate my boy’s ass as the man tore off his t-shirt revealing a furry chest, with a noticeable biohazard tattoo on his left pec. I knew what it meant. Maybe my boy did too, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he suckled the man’s thick cock and got it wet and hard to fuck him. The man eased me out of the way and had me spread my boy’s cheeks as he slapped his tool against my boy’s crack. I was drooling at the sight and spit on the man’s cock as it split my boy open and sank inside. My boy moaned and I scooted underneath to suck his cock and balls as the man pounded him raw. The man’s hairy balls were in my mouth when I felt them contract and heard him grunt, knowing he was breeding my boy. The man pulled out with a splat. I smeared his seed off my face and onto my dick as I slid into my boy. The fresh cum felt so good sloshing around on my cock, so did his stretched out opened hole. I’d felt the cummy squelchiness before, but never when he was opened up and freshly fucked, let alone by a total stranger with a biohazard tattoo. The whole scene got me so hot I didn’t last long and bred my boy. The stranger asked if we wanted to stick around, but my boy had an evil grin. He made me take a pic of his used slutty hole and texted it to his roommate. The ‘straight’ jock told him to hurry home and he’d add his load to the mix. We got the stranger’s number and promised to keep in touch. On the ride back to my boy’s dorm, I asked if he knew what the guy’s tattoo meant. He thought it had something to do with a video game he must have played, and I just nodded, not wanting to acknowledge that he may have just taken his first POZ load, and I may have just fucked it deeper into him, or that I was about to share his ass with a well-hung jock. In just a few weeks, I’d turned my safe-only boyfriend into a cumdump, taking loads, no questions asked.

Days Inn in ATL. It was a door open/face down/ ass up type of arrangement, 3 regulars (the kind where we know each other's phone numbers for a "you free RN?" text, but not names and no mutual friends. All poz, black, very well hung. 1 has been dropping a weekly load in me for 10 years. 2 just walked in as someone else was walking out... no idea who they were... probably just sitting in the parking lot watching to see who had men in and out... that hotel is a known cumdump spot. The rest were from Grindr/BBRTS/sniffies, a4a 2 came back for a repeat

A view from the other side of the coin : For me, here in Australia, there is absolutely no shortage of white guys to breed. I have plenty. Around 35 regulars (most are white, incl 11 married guys). Whether we like it or not, its a massive fetish and its on the bucket list of so many. Being a barebcker, you would think the vetting process would be easy, because i would just ignore those who are into safe sex. But i end up getting messages from "safe only" guys who are willing to break their own rules just for some BBC. Even had one guy who told me i had saved him a trip to America. Don't really use hookup sites that often though, last time i set up on one, i got 214 messages in 1 hr. Best thing is i get to enforce the Raw is law message. I have zero tolerance for guys who want to waste my time or try to ask questions. If you want my BBC, we meet and i breed you. I never pull out, need to pump my seed deep inside you. Its quite annoying though that some guys just don't get it. There is no sitting on the fence with raw fucking. If you do it, then do it properly, and go all the way. Its either you are in or out

I've taken somewhere between 2000 - 3000 loads from black men. My first guy was black. It was 1987 and I was 21. He was 24. He also had a fiance. Everyone wanted him. He oozed sexual chemistry. We met through a magazine ad. We fucked the first night and I rode him bareback and in the next encounter ate his ass out (he never had that done to him before). We were together 10 years. Him married 2 years after we met, with me the main guy (he fucked dozens of women and and about a dozen or so other men during those 10 years). He loved me and hated me because he hated the fact that sex with me was the best sex he ever had, man or woman. He hated that he preferred sex with me over his wife because he convinced himself he was str8 and this was just a side thing for him to get off. His skin was silky dark and smooth with a perfect round ass, built like a muscular gymnast. I was addicted to him. Our relationship was super toxic but we couldn't stay away from each other. He flashed all these hot guys in front of me (I was very attractive too, but when he did that, it made me feel insecure). It was his was of mind-fucking me and keeping me interested. I supported him most of that time. I bought his wife's wedding ring. But vengeance runs in my blood, so everytime I left his side of town on the weekend to go home, I'd pass a bathhouse along the way and stay several hours and get fucked by as many guys as I could. I was mostly safe back then. Anyway, black guys have always gone for me quicker than white guys. On so many occasions I'd be at a 95%+ white club and almost every single time one of the few black guys would hit on me, rarely a white guy. Same on social media. Same at the gym. Same at the bathhouse. I've been a cum dump for going on 20 years. My preference has always been black guys, but when I'm being a cumdump, anyone and everyone is welcome to breed me. My only requirement is hygiene. Years later, around 2008, I told him that I was fucking around with way more guys than the woman + men he fucked while we were together. It was my way of saying...yep, I still got you whenever I wanted, and because you didn't only want me, I turned to the baths. We broke up in 1998. In 2002 I took my first load at a bathhouse, and the guy that breeded me was black and I told him to pull out. He did not. he always screamed cuss words at the top of his lungs when he came. Everyone in the bathhouse could hear him. His dick was the hardest (literally it would not bend at all) I've ever had and when he shot his load in me, I could feel every pulsation of his dick. He came back an hour later and from that time forward, I was a cumdump whore. I saw him on/off over the next 10 years, mostly at the bathhouse. He knows he turned me into a cumdump. I've had 10+ black men (plus other men) at the bathhouse in one stay many times. Even when I got fucked 15 - 20 times, I felt like I was just getting started. My ultimate fantasy is 100 black men lined up to give me loads. Trust me, I have the stamina to take them with very few breaks needed. I really would have done a porn video like that. I still would. I'm 56 now and mostly get fucked by black guys in their 20s and 30s.

My ex wife threw me out of the house when she found out I did Tina and got fucked by men. I literally giggled in her face, she freed me to be a pig, no need to hide my using, fucking and perversity. Immediately rented a room from my dealer , got more t and the celebrated with a black tranny hooker with a 9 inch cock and a filthy weekend at a bathouse and took 18 loads in 2 days

I love it. I love young guys. Younger the better.

I'm such a filthy pig that I catch a different STD almost every month. This year alone I've caught chlamydia and gono multiple times. I even had a nasty case of syphilis which restricted my sex life to gloryholes and "black out" sex parties due to a obvious lesion on my dick. Throughout all of this, I never once considered stopping or slowing down fucking random men raw. I embrace all of it as part of what comes with being a whore.

It's funny, my experience: Berlin, one night with 11 loads and at the very least, a fuck a night over 8 days. Returned home to Toronto a while later (other trips that pushed ym time away to 3+ weeks) and got tested, nothing. Fucked maybe 6 or 7 guys over the next three months and I got Lady Sif, chlamydia and Gono.

Chapter 2 As I entered, there were no lights. It was pitch black. I stopped for a moment and one of the guys told me to keep it moving, along with hands on my shoulders pushing forward. I couldn’t see anything. I stopped after taking only a few steps inside and felt the hands being removed. As I turned around, I saw the door closing, shutting out the light from the street lamps. I heard several locks turning. I could see nothing. No one. It then was silence for what seemed like several minutes. I was really beginning to freak out. At first I whispered and then increasingly spoke the same question, “hello”? No response. A dim light appeared from above barely showing a small stool beneath. The light wasn’t bright enough to see even the walls of this place. I didn’t move. A deep, masculine, matter of fact in tone type voice came from the darkness. He said, “You are here because you said you were into partying and playing with us. We play and party hard. Bet you like it hard. Real hard. Take off everything and get naked. Put all your stuff on the floor next to the stool. Do it now.” I was buzzed, no doubt. The voice was sexy. I was spun. I slowly walked towards the stool, removing what little I was wearing. Now completely naked, I stood there waiting. “Turn around. On the wall there are items you are to put on. Best be quick about it!” came the voice from the darkness. Sure enough, as I turned around, there was a wall dimly lit that had several items hanging on it: a black leather jock strap, an odd looking cockring, harness, wrist and angle restraint straps, and blindfold. It was difficult putting this all on in almost complete darkness. As I did, my mind began to race with questions. Then it hit me. Some ten years before, I was trying to find my niche as far as the type of bar or club I wanted to frequent. It became clear pretty quickly that I was attracted to the leather bar because of the hot, masculine, leather clad men usually there. It was there that I met a guy named Bob. It was early during my coming out. I didn’t know how to act. Was totally inexperienced with men. And it showed. Bob introduced himself one evening I was there. He made it clear that he wasn’t trying to fuck me, he just thought I could use a little help. We drank, talked, laughed, and drank some more. Over the next couple weeks we became friends and still are to this day. He had told me that there were “leather men meets” all around, that one was coming up not too far and asked if I wanted to go. I agreed. We checked into the hotel, unpacked and got ready to head out to the host bar for the leather meet event. I had no leather and had put on a white t-shirt, a pair of worn levi’s, jockstrap, and black work boots. My ass looked boomin in my jeans. Bob came out of the bathroom and asked if that was what I was wearing. When I told him yes, he began shaking his head saying how stupid he was for not thinking about it beforehand. “This is a leather meet. The key word being leather.” Then he said for me not to worry. That with my hot little bod I could get away going shirtless. I freaked out. I had never been to any club or anywhere public shirtless. He calmed me down as we began to smoke a joint. I smoked weed many times before – but this time, the weed was super strong and had a weird taste to it. I coughed several times. Bob laughed and picked on me a bit. I told him the weed was the strongest and oddest tasting weed I had ever smoked. Bob said that was because it was realllllllly good shit and it was spiked with something that would make me feel better. He then produced two shot glasses, one more full than the other, and a can of coke for each of us. He handed the smaller shot to me and said, “cheers!!” We clanged the shot glasses together and drank them. It was awful. Unlike any alcohol I had ever tasted. My facial expressions told the story. Bob laughed again and said it was G. It would make me feel even better. Some time passed and I was feeling better. A LOT better. I was also very warm. And was feeling more horned up by the minute. We smoked another joint and headed out walking to the host bar that was just a couple blocks from our hotel. As we got closer to the bar, I noticed more and more men clad in leather gear around the area. I kept touching my nipple through my t-shirt. My dick stirred inside my jock and my hole felt like it was buzzing. Twitching. We got to the entrance of the bar where there was this very tall, super hot man in black boots, chaps, a bulge that wouldn’t quit, hardness, vest, and hat. He smiled at Bob, took his ticket, and stepped aside to let him in. I presented my ticket and his smile turned to a crazed like look. “This is a private leather event. I see your ticket. I don’t see leather. You can’t come in.” I looked beyond him to the door and Bob was standing on the other side of the door talking with some guys he must have known. “Will this make a difference?”, I asked as I took off my t-shirt, turned around and bent over untying my boot laces and stood back up. The bouncer was smiling a shit eating grin and said, “that will do just fine. Just keep the shirt off.” As I walked past him he grabbed my ass. Inside, I was blown away. Men everywhere. Leather of all types. Men wearing only jockstraps and boots. In the distance, I could see a guy getting fucked. The music was blaring. The smell of men, sweat, leather and sex was intoxicating. I was high. Horned. Like a kid in a candy store. I was also nervous as fuck and it took a few drinks and time for me to chill – getting used to my ass being grabbed or slapped and my nips getting tweaked. The place was huge. It was on two floors. Bob and I had walked around and saw all the different booths, bar stations, and more men playing than I had ever seen before. Time flew by. It was about 30 minutes before night one was to close and we were getting another drink when the bartender motioned for Bob. The two talked for a bit – all the while looking in my direction. Bob then walked over to me and said that he was a bit shocked. He went on to say that he was a bit jealous and how lucky I was. As we walked away from the bar, Bob told me that we needed to goto the bar’s leather shop. He said that the attendant there would be waiting for us – actually me. Bob said that there was a gift for me there from someone unknown. I was curious for sure. We entered the shop and the attendee immediately greeted us, then grabbed my hand and began walking towards the dressing room area with me in tow. Once there, he went on to say that a very generous and very hot man who wished to be anonymous wanted me to have some things. I looked very skeptical. The only catch was that I had to walk out of the shop wearing those gifts and had to agree to have them on whenever I was attending the meet. Before I could say anything, he quickly took some measurements and disappeared. Bob was so excited. I didn’t know what to think. The attendant then returned with a pair of black leather boots, a black leather jock strap having thin straps, a half harness, arm band and boy cap. I freaked. I would be almost naked! I looked at Bob. He said I should do it. I would be crazy to pass this up. “Shots!” screamed the bartender that had been talking to Bob moments before. “Drink up – on the house!” There were 4 shots, 2 of one color and 2 of another. “One of each color, gentlemen”. We downed our shots. I took Bob aside and expressed my nervousness. My fears. And then something happened. I stopped talking to Bob, turned to the attendant and said, “fuck yeah. It’ll be hot!” Pulled off my jeans and other stuff and put on the items the attendant gave me. “WOW”, Bob said. “Look at yourself in the mirror! Holy fucking shit! And that ass!” I moved to the mirror. For the first time in my life, be it the shots, drug shots, weed, whatever, I stood there and complimented myself as to how hot I really did look. There weren’t as many men in the bar as we left the shop. The last call announcement came. We went to the bathroom and I went into one of the stalls and shut the door. Bob headed to the urinals. I finished pissing and put my now almost hard dick back inside the jockstrap when I began to wonder how I was going to get back to the hotel dressed like I was? The bathroom stall door suddenly opened. A towering man built like a brick shit house forced himself inside the stall and closed the door behind him. He easily stood at 6’4”. Dark hair, light hair on his muscular pecs behind a harness, a small trail down his 6 pack into chaps where I could plainly see a couple inches of his dick popping up through. “Don’t say anything. Turn around,, now”. I hesitated. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and smacked my jockstrapped bared ass hard. “Spread your legs and step forward” he said as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me towards the wall. “Give me your left arm”, as he grabbed my left wrist and brought my arm behind me placing my hand on his dick. “Play with my dick while I stick you”. I had no idea what he meant. Did he mean he was going to fuck me? “Put your right arm upwards – hand on the wall – and don’t move”. I didn’t understand. I heard some rustling and then a rubber tube wrapped around my right bicep, followed by wet feeling, then a prick, then the rube removed. And then BAM! I uncontrollably coughed hard several times. My vision blurred. Warmth all over my body. My dick got rock hard and I was pumping out pre-cum like crazy. My hole was on fire. My legs got weak. I let go of his dick and started to slump down as he wrapped his huge arms around me to hold me up – while fingering my nips. I moaned. He moaned. He licked and nibbled my neck and ears as he pressed his body against mine. I was sweating like crazy. “Put your hands on the wall and don’t move”, he said as he quickly backed up a bit and then bent down, slipped both his hands between my legs and spread them as he lifted my lower body off the ground. I was hanging in front of him and started to squirm like crazy when I felt my hole being tongue teased. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, teased all around it, and repeated this. My dick was so hard. I was higher than I had ever been in my life. I started to say, “fuck me. Fuck me1 Pound my hole! Please!” I got louder each time. I needed dick. I wanted it so bad. He turned us around in the stall, then opened the door and continued eating my hole as he walked out the bathroom and into the bar. I couldn’t make out anyone or much else. He stopped eating my hole and said to someone, “takin this one with me” and we went out the door. At first I began to freak out a bit wondering how that looked with him eating my ass as we walked out the door. Then I didn’t care. Suddenly everything stopped. I was set down onto my feet for a moment. I started to bring my head up when I first heard a sliding door open and then felt myself being pushed inside a van. “On your back, arms up. NOW”, he said. I felt my wrists being secured above my head as I lay on the cold metal van floor. A ball gag was put over my head and into my mouth. “Just to be sure you don’t get crazy and start screaming”, he said. “Spread your legs”, he said and I felt something first touching, then quickly being pushed inside my hole. It burned. It also didn’t pop out. I figured it was some kind of butt plug. He then closed the door, got in the driver’s seat and began driving. I was fighting inside with anger, fear, unreal horniness, and a hole aching to get filled. “I know you’re a bit spun, but that’s how I like my boys and my boys like to be. Bob said you weren’t experienced with party drugs and I love bringing party virgins to the dark side. You got the look, bod, and butt boy – knew it as soon as you put on the leathers I set up for you. Relax. We got about a half hour drive.” My hole was now twitching around the butt plug. It was pressing against my prostrate. Zzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz My body shot up as this wild feeling repeated deep inside my hole. The pattern changed every minute or so. It was driving me crazy. I was uncontrollably moaning. I could see his bright blue eyes in the rear view mirror looking at me – like I was dinner or something. He smiled a smirk from time to time as he looked back at me from time to time. I could see him stroking his dick as his right arm flexed and his hand moved up and down every so often. The vibrations were getting more intense – very intense. “You liken that boy? Got the controller right here – Bluetooth is amazing! Bet I should turn it up some, eh?” OMG! It almost felt like the butt plug was fucking me. The vibrations made it move inside me. My dick was so damn hard. My nips were standing on end. I was sweating bullets. Moaning like crazy. My balls ached. My dick wanted to shoot but the vibrations were so intense against my prostate I couldn’t cum. “Aint that a bitch? Wanna cum so bad, right? NOT gonna happen!”, he said and increased the intensity. I was squirming. Kept feeling like I was gonna blow all over and was kept in that feeling for most of the ride to wherever he was taking me. “You were injected with tina in the bathroom. It’s called a slam. A dart. I gave you .40. A little more than what I start most with, but I had to move quicker cause the bar was closing. The shots you had are ghb. Once we get there, you will be untied and then tied again with your hands behind your back. We will go inside and you will be put into my sling. Your wrists and ankles will be restrained. You will be given more ghb and another slam. This time, it will be stronger. And then we play.” A few minutes later, the buzzing stopped. The van stopped. As I was told what were the next steps happened. The tube, the prick, removal of the tube, and BAM! Holy fucking shit! The rush was so intense as he turned the vibrating butt plug on higher than before. He laughed. I gyrated. The sling swung. Then I was empty. The butt plug removed – replaced by his tongue teasing, tongue darting without mercy in and out of my hole. He again played with my nips as he ate my hole. I screamed behind the gag. My breathing got harder. I couldn’t stop bucking my hips. My dick hurt it was so hard. My balls ached like never before. And then I burst. My dick began throbbing as it pumped my balls and shot rope after rope of my cum across my stomach, onto my chest and face. I had never cum without jerking off, getting head, or getting jerked off. I couldn’t believe this could happen. It felt so fucking good. I collapsed, unmoving as my dick continued to dry throb, my hole trying to grip dick – feeling so empty and screaming to be filled. He stood up. I hadn’t seen him remove his chaps. Between my legs, barely able to fit his dick in his hand as he stroked what looked to be at least 10 inches of thick cut cock, I looked into his eyes and just nodded my head. In an instant, he fed my hole balls deep with his dick. I screamed in pain and pleasure. He stepped forward holding onto the chains and thrust forward several times. Punching through my inner ring. It hurt. He then stepped back and pulled out entirely and began shaking his head. “Looks like you can’t take my dick, boy”, he said as he walked out of the room. I tried to shout for him to come back. Beg him to fuck my hole. Some minutes later I heard footsteps approaching the room. He walked in, his dick looking harder than when he left. He opened a box on a table, pulled out some lube, stroked his dick a few times, put his hand back into the box and then sprinkled his dick with tina. A real super evil grin on his face as he walked back towards me he said, “I don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t take my dick. That’s up to you”. He stood between my legs, spread wide, high and tied to the sling, reached forward with both hands and grabbed onto my neck as he literally impaled me balls deep with one stroke. He then pummeled my ass full length as deep and as hard as he could. “CUM boy! Shoot your load!” he commanded. He pounded harder. “I said CUM boy! CUM NOW!” He kept one hand gripping my neck and began slapping my ass with the other with each stroke. “CUM BITCH!” he screamed as he then short jackhammered my hole. Again, in my shock, my dick began pumping streams of my cum onto my face and chest. He began to groan and moan deep guttural sounds as he blew deep inside my hole. I could feel his dick throbbing and dumping his seed as my hole gripped and stroked his dick. He slammed and fucked me that entire weekend. We never went back to the leather meet. “HEY WHITE BOY!” came the voice from the dark, louder, stronger, more commanding – bringing me back to reality as I stood there still putting on the items left for me.

I don't think I aim to abandon them. I aim to end a story with a possible future. But I never guarantee it unless there's a 'To be continued...' at the end. I do that when I've outlined multiple chapters from the beginning... Thanks for your kind words. Stay home, and jerk off!

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

3. Rod. Things with Jay were progressing exactly as I wanted them to. I'm sure every boy thought that he was a special snowflake, but in reality, it was just like pressing a few buttons. It would be a few years before Jay realized how easily he had been played, but by then, it would be far too late for him to do anything. Plus, more than likely, he would wouldn't even care. If anything, he would come back and thank me for pulling him out of his shell. Of course, there was no way I was going to give this opportunity up. In the pocket of my pants, now lying on the floor of the patio, there was a vial of GHB, along with a few small tablets. I was paying Aiden well over two grand for the pleasure of breaking him in and giving him his first load. In the unlikely event that the easy way didn't work, there were always other ways to get what I want. "Like this?" he said. He practically wagged his ass at me. Aiden had texted me that he had done a bit of coke in the ride to my place, not to mention the G I had already fed him. His mind was tuned for pleasure. Of course, my pleasures were significantly darker than he was expecting. I was planning on giving him a gift that would last him a lifetime. "Exactly," I said. I knelt down behind him. He had taken a shower before going out; his ass smelled like soap and boy-sweat, exactly how I liked it. I leaned in. "Just relax and enjoy it," I said, before pressing my lips against his tender young hole. There was a bit of fuzz on his crack, enough to remind me, if I needed any reminding, that he was a young man at the peak of his game. I ran my tongue around his tight pucker, savoring the taste of sweat. "Oh god," he moaned. He had admitted that he didn't even know what rimming was, much less ever had it done to him. "Oh god," he repeated. I grabbed his hips, holding him in place, as I repeated my simple action. I felt him shaking. He had no idea of the pleasure his ass was able to give him, and this first contact was both exciting and scary. He had years of conditioning about what was right, not to mention years of repressing his instincts. I was going to destroy all of those tonight. By the end of the night, he was finally going to be far more than just an occasional cocksucker. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, as my tongue worked over his hole. I took enough time away from the critical task of licking his asshole to ask him a quick question. "Good?" I asked. "Oh yeah. Please. Don't stop." He further emphasized his needs by pressing his ass against my face. He almost suffocated me between the muscular perfection of his cheeks. I didn't mind at all. If I had to die, I wanted it to be like that. But, I pushed back on him just enough for to be able to breathe. "Oh fuck,' he moaned again, as my tongue pushed into his hole. "You're licking my..." he started, before he got lost again in the pleasure of getting his ass eaten. "Relax," I said. I dove back into his hole, finding a new point of pleasure, and launching him into a higher orbit of pleasure. "Just enjoy it." My own dick was now sticking straight out, hard and ready. Any inhibitions the young man might have had were unable to withstand the attack of my talented tongue. My dick knew this, and was eager to begin its attack as well. I knew that Aiden had not told Jay about my HIV status. If Jay asked me, I would give a careful non-answer, one that he was far too young and naive to know was a non-answer. It was a bit deceitful of me, but the virus had changed me in particular ways. The infection had re-wired my mind. It was a subtle re-wiring, nothing overt or obvious. But I understood how the Africans had developed the superstition that sex with a virgin would cure AIDS. At least I knew enough to know that it was hardly a cure. Far from it, it was just the virus's way of ensuring its own survival. "Please," Jay begged me. "Don't stop that." Of course, in the day, maybe two days from now, Jay would think back, and wonder what he had done. He would be scared. But now, he was asking me as clearly as possible to continue, so I did. I pushed my tongue into his hole, opening him up and lubricating him. He took one hand off the railing, and began to play with his cock. For now, I let him, but if he was going to cum, it was going to be on my schedule, not on his. I returned to running my tongue around the edges of his hole. "Oh god," Jay moaned. "I want it in me." My dick jerked. It knew an invitation to fuck when it heard one, and I was not going to turn it down. Besides the rather handsome sum of money I was paying to Aiden for the pleasure of deflowering Jay, I had not cum in a few days: a combination of travel, schedule, and hoping to find the right hole. Jay's hole was definitely the right one. It was tight like the virgin he was, with the perfect amount of fur around it, all nestled between two perfect halves of an ass. "You want more?" I asked. My balls were heavy; they had been filling up over each of those days with mixture of sperm, virus, and semen. "Oh, fuck yeah," Jay said. It was as clear as an invitation as I could get. He had asked for more. He was going to get more. I licked a finger, and pressed it into him. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Jay moaned. He was loud when his ass was played with. I wondered if this was just the newness of it all, or if it would continue once he was an experienced bottom. I didn't care; I liked that he was a boy who knew what he wanted, nor, with the help of a bit of alcohol, a bit of coke, and a bit of G, was he afraid to admit what he wanted. Of course, he didn't know everything he was getting when he asked for my dick. My virus was a special gift he wouldn't know about it until it was far too late. Of course, if he asked, I would not lie. But Jay was not the first boy Aiden had found for me to infect with my poz seed. Some had the foresight to ask about my status; they were able to go into the experience with their eyes open, ready to enjoy the special bonding. Others were too blinded by their simple need for seed to even know what to ask. But the best were the ones that didn't care at first and then, when it was nearly too late, they would ask. I wondered which type Jay would be. But, before I got too lost in thought, I turned my attention back to Jay, and his perfect, virginal asshole. Like a tribesman of old, giving thanks to the gods in anticipation of a successful hunt, I was worshipping Jay's ass. I was sticking my tongue deep into him, showing my profound appreciation for his offering to me. It was a good thing as well. Despite remembering the drugs, the poppers, the cockrings and all the other paraphernalia of a sex party, I had forgotten lube. It wasn't a big deal. Spit, pre-cum, and semen were always the best lubes, and I had all three in spades. Already, there was a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of my dick, the harbinger of a steady stream that would leak out of my shaft and into Jay's waiting body. That was just my pre-cum; the actual load of semen could occasionally be massive. My pre-cum dripping from my dick made me feel like a real man. A powerful man, able to destroy a life with my dick. Ever since the first boy I pozzed up nearly four years ago, this had been something my therapist and I talked about nearly every session. I said it was the virus re-wiring my brain. He said it was my anger at being poz. Either way, there was a list of twenty boys permanently tattooed on my calf. They were my poz sons, the boys and men that I had helped infect. One was already dead, although he had died of a drug overdose, not from my virus. It would not be long before I would have a twenty-first name added to the honor roll. I pushed my tongue deeper into Jay's beautiful hole. I had to be careful: I wanted him open enough that he wouldn't be scared away from future fuckings. But then, I didn't want him so loose that my seed couldn't find the tiny nicks and tears. These holes in his defenses were best installed by his ass being stretched out by a man's raw cock. "Oh, god," Jay moaned. He let go of the railing with one hand, and let it drift down to his groin. He took his dick in his hand. Even just from my rimming, or maybe because of my rimming, Jay's dick was already hard. "Not yet," I said, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from his shaft. I wanted him aroused, but I needed him to cum on my schedule, not on his. Besides, in addition to deflowering and knocking the boy up, I had one more goal. This was a long-term goal and one that wouldn't pay out until long after the initial pleasures had dissipated. I wanted to teach Jay to make his hole the center of his sexual pleasure and satisfaction, rather than his penis. His future customers would thank me for it. The vision of Jay's soft, boy cock dripping out semen as his hole got pounded by some sleazy, poz daddy's raw cock got my dick twitching. The bead of pre-cum had turned into a small rivulet of dick juice, and far too soon, I'd need to stick my manhood into Jay. I ran a finger along the edge of Jay's hole. It opened up for me and gently caressed the tips of my fingers. Where Jay's head was tonight didn't matter; his hole was going to make the next few decisions for him. "Oh god," Jay moaned again. "Stick it in me." It wasn't clear if he meant my finger or my cock. I didn't care. I would push a finger or two into him, to stretch him out some more, but then, I would put my dick inside of him. I was paying more than enough for the privilege, even if he was not entirely aware of the implicit arrangements that had been made with Aiden. "Don't worry," I said. "Patience boy. You'll get what you want soon enough." I pushed the tip of my index finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. His dick was bouncing with his every breath. It was still erect and firm, which made its gyrations even more pronounced. If I was doing this right, Jay was quickly reaching the point of no return. He would be simply incapable of refusing my cock, and it would be nearly as difficult for him to demand I wear a rubber. "I've never had that done to me." "I can tell," I said. "It's cool. This is just us having fun." I pressed my finger a bit deeper inside of him, just barely touching his prostate. I slowly pushed it in and out of him, stimulating him and further introducing him to the possibilities of anal pleasure. "We can go as fast as you like. And as far as you want." "Oh god. Don't stop yet," Jay moaned. I didn't know Jay very well. I had known him less than two hours and it was hard for me to judge: was his response his own, or was he being pushed past his comfort zone by the GHB Aiden and I had dosed him with. But it really didn't matter how I got Jay to this place. It could have been through careful words and expert tongue work or it could have been through administering contraband drugs. All that mattered was Jay moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for my cock. "I'm not." I pressed my finger in further, feeling how hot his body was, and how easy it was to push my way into his hole. "This is fucking hot, feeling you like this." I pulled my finger out of his hole, rubbed it against the tip of my dick, and coated it with my pre-cum. "Wow," Jay said. I realized that with his torso bent over, leaning against the railing, he could just look down and watch my dick's every twitch. He had been staring as I had coated my finger with my pre-cum, and literally caught me red-handed trying to get my DNA into his hole. "That's fucking hot." He paused, just long enough for the uncertainty build. "Your cock. Dripping like that." "Yeah?" I asked. My hand dropped back down to my dick, and I started to stroke the full length. "You like the way it looks?" "Yeah," he said. There was no hesitation now. He was confident about what he was feeling and what he wanted. "I do." "You've told me you've sucked cock before. You want to try it again?" We were moving from the abstract to the concrete, and from having something done to him to doing something to me. There were milestones on Jay's journey and this was going to be the next big one. Jay hesitated for a moment. "Just try it. See how you like it." "Yeah," Jay finally said. "Yeah. I'd like that. Just.." He paused for a second, searching for the words. "Just. let's keep this between ourselves." "No one else here," I replied. "Good. I just don't want to bring Aiden into this." "Don't worry about Aiden. He won't mind at all. Trust me." The only way Aiden was going to mind about Jay sucking my cock was if the boy did a bad job of it. My thick, hard manhood needed a talented and dedicated cocksucker, not a bumbling novice whose heart wasn't in it. Jay may have been a novice, but I suspected he would be quick to learn exactly how I wanted to be serviced. "You sure?" I hoped that the GHB wasn't wearing off. I would hate for our fun to end prematurely. "I just," he began. The drugs were still in his system and the brief moment of lucidity quickly passed. "I just...I just really want it." "Of course," I said. I stood up, my legs brushing against his, my dick rubbing right up against his crack. "We're just playing around," I said. "Nothing serious." "Good." Jay turned around to face me. I had forgotten how much taller than me he was, and I had to look up to meet his eyes. "Fuck, it's a nice dick," he said, running a hand along the full length of my cock. "Take your time," I said. "We're in no hurry." Everything I said and did was geared towards making each choice Jay made easy and obvious. It would be that much sweeter when my raw shaft sunk into his hungry, wet hole. I reached up, put a hand on his shoulder, and gently pressed him down. I had a responsibility to train him well, and that training began with him learning that if he wanted to suck my dick, he would be on his knees. "Kneel down," I said. "Get a closer look at it." I didn't need to tell him what to do. As soon as I put just the slightest bit of pressure, Jay dropped to his knees. He looked up at me; I hadn't remembered that he still had his glasses on. They gave him a charming innocence. It was going to be delightful to watch my dick disappear into his sweet mouth. He reached out to grab my cock, then stopped himself. "May I?" he asked, with the earnestness of an amateur actor in a sexual assault awareness film. "Of course," I said. "It's here for us to play with. To have fun with." "Good," he said, as fondled my dick. His hands were warm and soft, like a boy's hands should be. "I want to play. There's a lot I need to learn." "There is," I said. "But mostly, just do what comes naturally." Jay's explorations of my dick had continued as we talked, and he had reached my cockhead. It was now slick with the accumulated pre-cum, and his fingertips glided over the sensitive skin. "Oh yeah," I grunted, as he found a rhythm and started to jerk me off. "You like that?" he asked. He didn't stop. "Oh yeah," I said. I reached down and ran a hand through his hair. The sides of his head were shaven, and he had longish hair at the top and back. It was blond and thick, full with a bit of gel in it. It was exactly what I had imagined his hair would feel like. "You want to taste it?" I asked. He looked up at me. His blue eyes were even more dilated than the dark patio required. It was the drugs still in his system. "You sure?" he asked. He left his mouth slightly open, and ran his tongue over his lips. It wasn't clear if he knew just how much he was teasing me or not. "Yeah," I said. "I think you'd enjoy feeling a dick in your mouth again. And I'd love to feel your mouth on my tool." He leaned in further, his breath warm against the skin stretched over my dick. "Come on," I said. I had grabbed the back of his head and was applying just enough pressure for him to know what was expected of him. "Take care of me." "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. He opened his mouth further, enough for the tip of my cockhead to slide in. His tongue ran over the slit at the top and lapped up a fresh drop of pre-cum. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned, as he wrapped his lips around the stiff shaft. I was now officially inside of Jay; I was only the second man to get my dick this far with him. "Oh fuuuck," I murmured. A blow job always felt good. To be one of the first guys a man had ever blown felt even better. Knowing that I was also infecting him with my virus felt best of all. I wanted to hold his head in place and fuck Jay's throat. But I remembered that I had to play the long game; all that needed to happen tonight was to inseminate the young man. "You like that?" Jay managed to say, even with a few inches of my dick in his mouth. "Oh yeah," I said. "Don't talk. Just focus on what's important." "Your dick is important." "It is," I said. I put a little more pressure on the back of his head. "Focus," I said. "If you make it feel good, it will make you feel good." Jay took the hint, and returned his attention to sucking my dick. He wasn't bad at it; for only the slightest bit of practice, he had a natural talent. He knew enough to avoid his teeth, and seemed to find a pace that was both natural and arousing. "That's what I want to feel," I continued. He looked up at me. I thought he was going to say something, but he only forced himself to take more of my dick. As I said, he had a natural talent for sucking dick. I hoped his ass was going to be just as welcoming. "Fuck," I grunted. "That feels good." "Oood," he said. It was hard for him to talk, with my dick pressing against the back of his throat. Yet he was still smiling, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort of my dick practically in his throat. "Oood," he moaned again as one more inch of my cock disappeared into his mouth. "All the way?" I asked. I rubbed my hand along the back of his head, gently pushing a bit more of my cock into his mouth. My dickhead was pressing against the back of his mouth, waiting for the thrust that would push my shaft into his throat. Jay's eyes widened, and I thought he was smiling a bit more. "Esss Er!" he said. It took me a moment to realize he had just called me Sir. But there was nothing else that gagged garble of sounds could have been. "Fuck yes, boy. Take all of my dick." Both hands were now pulling on his skull, slowly but deliberately pushing my dick into his throat. "Uuck, Er!" There was panic on Jay's face as my dick entered his throat, cutting off his airway. "Relax," I said. "Swallow, and hold your breath for a second." His throat was contracting around my cock, and he was seconds away from gagging. I felt him swallow, the gentle massage of the length of my cock. Then a stillness, as he stopped trying to breathe air, and instead inhaled my cock. "That's it. Show me how much you like my dick." Jay made no attempt to reply. Instead he looked up at me, still wearing his nerd-core glasses, and jammed the last inch of my dick down his throat. I stared at his lips wrapped around the base of my dick and his nose deep in my pubes. It was a really good start to the night; Jay was on his knees, willingly choking on my cock. It would be a natural progression to my cock inside his hole. When my raw cock entered his hole, Jay was going to lose two things that were very valuable and precious. First, I was going to take his virginity from him. He would never be able to get that back. Second, and far more valuable, I would take his health and innocence. My balls were churning, full of my infected semen. I would inject it deep in him, where his defenses were the weakest. It would take a few weeks, but the virus would infiltrate his body, defeat his immune system, and make him forever diseased. "Oh fuck that feels good," I said. His eyes were closed now, concentrating on not gagging. He was no longer smiling and instead, all of his attention was focused on pleasuring my cock. The expression on his face was somewhere between agony and discomfort as he struggled to keep all of my shaft in his throat. "Don't stop. Let me fuck your throat." Jay's eyes widened. The reality of sex between men was sinking in. It wasn't the soft coupling of a man and a woman. It was a rough, aggressive display of power and dominance, and in this round, I came out on top. It was going to be hard for Jay to change these roles. Even with just one session, the pattern was set and he was here for my pleasure. "Fucking don't want to cum yet," I grunted, pulling Jay's head off my dick a bit. "Want to enjoy your throat a long time." Jay was gasping, both for breath and for more of my cock. It was a pathetic display of hunger and need from the young man, and it only made my dick drip more. "I want your load," Jay said. "I know you do," I said. I was paying Aiden a lot of money to give Jay my load. There was no way I was going to give up the opportunity to breed him. "And I want you to have my load. A lot." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him back down on my cock. "But all in good time." Jay smiled again, not knowing just what I had in mind. This time, I was relentless. I needed my dick buried in his throat, and I was going to do it on my schedule. I pushed him down on my dick, not even pausing as my dickhead forced itself into his throat. "Oh, hell yeah," I grunted, as his lips hit the base of my dick. "Oh fuck, you are a natural cocksucker." Jay's eyes bulged, and his smile was quickly replaced by a panicked expression. "Ugggh," he started to say, but I pushed another millimeter of dick into him. It seemed like nothing, but it was enough to shut him up. It was also just enough to gag him. "Work through it," I said, quietly but firmly. I didn't let go of his head. Jay was going to have to learn how to deep throat and nothing was going to be accomplished by coddling him. "Learn how to breathe cock."