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You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued

Kinda trashy white bi dude just fucked my ass raw and bred me... his cum is leaking out of my hole as I type this. He hit me up on grindr driving through looking for "just head". he offered to swing by and I guess he noticed from my profile that I was a bottom so he added that he had condoms if I wanted fucked too. Since it was already like 4am and I was tired I declined on getting fucked, but mostly because of the condom. anyway he had a nice dick which he sent a picture of and I hadn't had any luck finding dick all night so I was still down to suck him off and send him on his way with some empty balls. Takes him about 20 mins to get to my apartment, and I let him in and he pulls down his pants and lays back on my bed. I immediately get down on my knees and start licking and sucking his cock. doesn't take him long to get hard and he's pretty verbal which turns me on. I pull my own shorts down a bit to free my cock which is getting rock hard from this masculine rough dude naked on my bed with his cock in my mouth. he keeps referring to himself as daddy and telling me what a good cock sucker i am. I was originally hoping for a quick blow and go but could already tell he was gonna take a while, which i was becoming more and more okay with the more turned on I got. after maybe 5 or 10 minutes of me sucking and worshipping his cock, he asked if he could eat my hole "for a bit". I should've seen where this was going but since he made a point of mentioning condoms earlier I really just thought he wanted to eat my ass to get himself off. so we switch positions - i get on the bed on all fours and he gets behind me and dives face first into my fuck hole. IT felt really good and I was getting really turned on. he was asking me if I liked it, to which I of course responded "yes daddy". Pretty soon I felt him pressing his raw cock against my tight hole. Fuck I was so turned on that he was going to bareback me. He didn't even ask if he could fuck me, or mention anything about status, condoms, etc. just started fucking his big hard cock into my tight pussy. I was really tight and he was slow opening me up which I appreciated. It didn't take long for him to turn my tight little hole into a loose sloppy pussy. he kept calling me baby and telling me what a good fuckhole i was. as much as I love being called any nasty depraved name in the book, 'baby' makes my pussy quiver more than anything. i was so turned on, just face pressed into the bed basically drooling and moaning while he cunted me. After a while he wanted to pull out and have me suck him more, but I wanted his load in my ass. I asked him where he wanted to cum and he responded by asking me where i wanted it. I told him i wanted it in my pussy daddy. "yeah baby you want daddy's load in your pussy fuckhole?" fuck yes, I did. he started to really pound my hole then, picking up pace to his climax. with a few loud grunts he unloaded inside me. he pulled out and laid down on the bed, still rock hard, and told me to suck my ass off his dick. I obliged and got to work as he asked me how my pussy tasted. I just replied "good" as I kept worshipping his cock. He started moaning again and I could tell he wanted to shoot a second load, so even though I was tired I started sucking him harder and faster to get him to fill my mouth quickly. after a few minutes of some heavy throating he filled my mouth with another round of loud grunts. I was a little worried because it was nearly 5am at this point and didn't want him to wake the neighbors, but honestly i didn't really give a fuck and thought it was hot that he didn't either. so what I thought was going to just a quick blowjob turned into a hot fuck and breed. my pussy is going to bed satisfied tonight

Chapter 4 I had googled the Tattoo parlour, and was about to walk in. I had thought about having a tattoo for ages but hadn’t had the courage to go through with it. But something here was propelling me on. All I could think of was doing as I was told to get more of Brad’s cock. In fact all I could think of was Brad’s cock! I pushed the door open before I could change my mind. A guy stood in front of me. ‘Hi is Carl here?’ I asked. ‘You’re speaking to him ‘ the guy replied. ‘Ah , um erm my friend has recommended that I come to see you’ I said, a little nervously. ‘I see, would that be Brad?’ Carl asked . ‘Er yes’ .. ‘OK he sends a few newbies here from time to time, they always come back for more once they’ve broken the ice so to speak’ he said. ‘I’m fully booked today but Lara can do you if you want. She’s especially good with newbies. We wouldn’t want you backing out would we?’ ‘Er no’ I mumbled , as Lara smiled and waved me through to the back. She had dark hair, and two sleeve tattoos, it looked kind of sexy on her. ‘Right, you’re one of Brad’s are you?’ She asked. I wondered how many Brad sent. ‘We call him The Teacher , he turns guys, converts them , making them totally into cock when he’s finished with them’ she said nonchalantly. It was kind of hot her talking like this. ‘Take your t shirt off’ she ordered. ‘ I know just what guys like you need, trust me you will like it’ she added. I sat in the chair and she cleaned my nipple. I hadn’t expected this. She kept talking so I couldn’t interrupt to ask wht she was doing. ‘So I’m guessing you have a girlfriend? ‘ Er yes’ ‘ and she doesn’t know you like cock as well, or is this new?’ ‘It’s new’ I replied as I winced as a needle went through my nipple. ‘ Close your eyes a moment’ she ordered. ‘I’ll say when to open them. She started on my other nipple and I winced again as I felt the needle again. I just shut my eyes as she carried on talking. ‘So you’ve met Brad, and I’m guessing that you’ve sucked his cock and that he’s probably fucked you? Am I right? ‘ ‘Er yes’ I mumbled ‘And you liked it? ‘ I nodded. ‘Can’t blame you, I love cock and cum, but I’m a girl, I should do. You’re a guy. Which makes you gay in my book. Are you gay? ‘ ‘Er no, I think I’m bi, I still like girls’ ‘ok, you can fool yourself. All Brad’s pupils do. And they all convert into full time homo’s pretty quickly’ she said matter of factly. ‘There’ she said. ‘Open your eyes. ‘ I looked down and saw two nipple rings in my nipples. They looked kind of good but I worried they were a bit obviously gay. What would my girlfriend say.? ‘Just so you know, you can’t take them out, I’ve soldered the ends. Embrace that. I’ll now give you a small tattoo. It is this snake here.’ She showed me a picture of a snake with an open mouth , showing fangs. That looked a bit more masculine. ‘Turn ‘ she said. It is going on your hip so you can hide it if needs be. She set to work. A while later she was finished. The snake looked good, but it was super imposed over an apple , ‘That is the snake and the forbidden fruit - in your case cock’ Lara said. I’ve left the apple uncoloured, for a reason. Guys of Brad’s come back and ask for it to be coloured with ‘Pride’ rainbow colours when they accept their destiny’ she said ‘well I don’t think I’ll be having that ‘I said. ‘We’ll see… ‘ Lara smirked. Just come back to me when you want more’ I left and my phone pinged. ‘Good boy’ it was Brad. He gave me directions to a shop down a side street. ‘You need to train that ass of yours. This shop is discreet. You will buy a butt plug and some lube. Hide it at home, and use it. Train your ass. I felt as though I was losing control of myself, but did as I was told. My girlfriend was still away for three more days so I could use it and get rid of it before she returned. I could give the excuse of my tattoo and piercings as something I did on a whim, but I needed that butt plug. I was getting hard at the thought of that. I hadn’t yet realised I wasn’t getting hard at the thought of my girlfriend. where was this journey taking me? I bought the butt plug Brad recommended and sone lube, to the obvious amusement of the girl serving. ‘Didn’t have you down as a fag when you walked in’ she said ‘ but I guess it takes all sorts’ I mumbled something and left as quickly as I could. The truth was I wanted to get home and use it. I wanted to feel it sliding in my ass. ‘I’ll meet you tomorrow, same place , 8pm. Good boy!’ The text came in from Brad. I had pleased him and it felt good. I wondered what the next lesson would be. to be continued…….

Was staying in Sydney overnight after watching a sporting event with a few mates. After the game was over we headed to a few bars before the fellas wanted to go to the strippers. I had other things in mind, told them i was casino bound and would meet back up there later. Caught a cab back to my accommodation to clean up, whilst checking out grindr for some nice meat. It wasn't long before a good looking 19yo had messaged to see if i was interested in meeting up with him and his bf. Both tops. I don't get to play with teen cocks much these days, (i'm 45) so was very eager to lock them in. Turns out they were only a block away from my hotel. I finished cleaning up, grabbed some poppers and walked the few minutes to their place. I was met by a handsome young stud at the door wearing only a pair of budgie smuglers with what seemed like a semi erect cock hidden underneath. I walked in and after the usual chit chat he led me to the bedroom, where his partner layed on his back, stroking a rock hard 8' cock to some gay porn on the tv. I immediately stripped down, took a big hit of poppers, got between his legs and started sucking that big cock with my ass in the air. The sexy top i had chatted with moved in behind me, kissing, sucking and licking my cock, balls and cunthole. Already, i was the meat in the sandwich. I sucked on no.2's cock and balls while my friend behind was making my ass all sloppy and wet. I wasn't prepared for what came next. He pressed his knob into my hole and worked it in and out to help me adjust to him. He was big. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but could feel it was thick. I grabbed my poppers and took a couple of deep hits, breathed a few times and then whammo, my top just went balls deep and was jackhammering me. The pain quickly subsided into pure bliss, and i was being pounded hard from one end, and nearly throatfucked from the other. After 5-10 mins they switched positions and i stayed the same. No.2 got up behind me and fucked with the same intensity as no.1, whose cock i was now sucking. This thing was big. 9' at least and as thick as a ladies wrist. Oh man. No.2 only lasted a few minutes inside me before tensing up and shooting deep. He pulled out and flopped on the bed. No. 1 then stood me up, and entered me from behind again, holding my hands behind my back and pounding me as hard as I've ever been fucked, before he too blew his load up inside me. We rested on the bed briefly and i cleaned their cocks off before i showered, pushing out a mixture of blood and cum, and then left. That was 2 days ago, and my ass is still very tender from the shear thrashing it received. Although, i wouldn't say no to round 2 with those guys someday.

Part 6: I sat there, covered in the stench of cum, sex, and what my tweaked out mind considered the stench and glory of a pig. I was starting to not be so high, starting to fade, and I passed out on a public bathroom floor. Naked. Left alone. I awoke to my dad and Master putting me in dads car. Just seeing them both grinning. I now even smelled of piss. “Looks like the faggot is waking up” Master said. “Indeed it is. It was a star, wasn’t it?!?!” I noticed dad kept calling me it…I didn’t mind. I was loving my new life. “Where are we going? And I wreak of piss!” I said noticing the aromas starting to really wake me. “Well of course fag, we walked in and told anyone that walked in to piss all over you, especially your face! Nothing better then my son being trash for anyone to use.” Master laughed and nodded. I started smiling. A week ago I would have cried. Now I’m a new fucked up person. Can life get any better? But suddenly I also noticed feeling run down. Not just come down from all the T, but like sick. I felt incredibly hot, sweaty, smelly, and starting to ache. Before I could say anything Master blurted “your converting, that’s what’s happening my slave.” I looked dumbfounded for a second. But I just couldn’t believe it. I’m becoming poz. Am I poz already? Who did it? ”We are so proud of our work, of your taking, and what we are about to do to you” dad said. “What am I gonna do dad? I’m willing as long as I can get something to eat.” then master barked “you will earn food when you have accomplished what we demand you stupid cunt!” I was taken back…but loved being degraded like this. We stopped and I saw my house. Didn’t seem like anything special. Dad got out and went inside. Master looked behind right at me and said “no matter what happens, you do as command. Got it?” ”Yes master!” Master got out, opened my door, and pushed me towards the front door. Something was going on. That’s when I started hearing multiple muffles, moans, spanking, someone was being used. And good. Master then said, “you slave will join us and fuck the person on the other side. No questions. No Bull shit. Just give your newly bugged HIV positive dirty load as many times as we command. Now say yes Master.” ”Yes Master.” He opened the door and my heart stopped. It was my boyfriend Johnny. Naked, tweeked, bruised, sticky, and being gang hanged by Father O’Brian, our high school math teacher (that was new and shocked me), the 711 manager, Sir and the cop from the public restop, all of them were circled around with my dad leading the gang fuck beating his dick so hard down his throat he almost vomited. Johnny for sure was fucked up. Before I could react, cry, scream, anything, Master just pushed me further. I had no clothes on, reaking of piss and cum, and no idea what to do. That’s when I felt a different kind of pinch in my dick. Father O’Brian looked like he did the smallest slam ever. But it didn’t get me high. It got me hard. Dad looked at Johnny and told him “tell your boyfriend. Tell him what you love. What turns you on.” Johnny still being fucked by our math teacher Mr. Brooks who was hung and high as fuck too, just looked me in the eyes and said “I love cheating on you. And I’m not sorry babe.” I started crying. He kept smiling. ”just like You I was corrupted. Our dads wanted this. And it became a joy every time your father Carl came over and fucked me, slapped me, chocked me, slammed me, pissed down my throat…and I won’t stop.” I was starting to tremble while Mr. Brooks didn’t give a fuck and kept pounding. Father O’Brian was videotaping and jacking off. The 711 manager was twisting his right nipple while the cop was twisting the left. And Sir was waiting patiently to switch with someone. Johnny looked at me and said “I’m still your boyfriend whether you like it or not, because I’m also our fathers slave. Just like you. But we will never be faithful. Come on, tell me you haven’t enjoyed being fucked and drugged by anyone who wants your body, and your a liar.” it’s true. Every word. He kept smiling. And I was so confused. That’s when master spoke “so your pathetic cheating boyfriend loves to hurt you? Hurt him back then.” Mr. Brooks took that as a cue and stopped fucking Johnny. I was rock hard. I went behind Johnny with Master instructing me “This is what he loves doing to you? And he’s been like you for a good few months now. Your father came up with this idea. Getting you later, tormenting you, and braking you into a complete slave for drugs and raw cock. So go on, give my son your dirty fucking AIDS load you slut.” With everything happening, feeling how I felt, smelling how I smelled, seeing everyone’s malicious and almost evil grins…I gave in. If this is what makes me happy, then might as well not hide it. This is who I am. I am a dirty poz incest whore. I grabbed johnnys ass and WHAM! I spanked him as hard as I could. But with no flinch. Johnny looked back, smiled. I smacked as hard as I could again. He loved it. “By the way son, your cheating boyfriend is a pain pig. Let’s see what you can do!” I just kept spanking. Hitting, and wanting him to hurt. But he loved it…it started making me smile. I was fucked up without being on drugs. Still feeling winded after a few smacks and being converted, I grabbed his cheeks with my nails and scrapped. Little bit of blood. “Do it to his hole.” Master said. I didn’t think and just dug my dirty piss nails into his asshole. Made him red a little. And just jammed my cock inside of Johnnys opened ass. It felt like I was fucking a hallway. So sticky, wet, and filled of different liquids. I just looked straight into his now red hole and jammed my cock inside hard.closing my eyes to feel every inch. Wanted him to feel my rage. But I knew he loved it. Everyone did. And I kept fucking, sweating, got dizzy a few times, but didn’t stop. I then felt something new. I felt another cock. I opened my eyes to see my dad below us putting his dick in at the same time. “This is what I’ve wanted us to do my son. I’ve wanted us to become dirty poz pigs as father and son. And this will only strengthen our bond.” I fucked Jonny’s hole with dads cock gliding side by side. Dad looked Johnny and me and said “I’m getting close, bows the time my boy.” With the command my dad cummed all inside while I was still fucking. “Now slave, cum!” Master commanded. I couldn’t resist. I came deep. Felt the mixtures of loads and some blood. And knew this was probably in store for me soon too. If not, I will beg. That’s when I collapsed on top of Johnny. Master looked at us both and said “you two will still be boyfriends to the world whether or not you really are. But you will always fuck or be fucked whenever we say. Got it.” “of course master” Johnny said. they all looked at me. “Yes. Yes master. Yes Dad.”

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

For-fuck-sake-Chad-get-your-cock-in-my-arse-right-now! I practically screamed pushing my sexy mate against the wall grabbing at the massive bulge in his joggers Whoa what has gotten into you bro can’t wait til we get back to mine have to corner me in the hall, your arse that fucking hungry for my raw cock? Chad drawlt turning his chin into my neck biting me and pulling my body closer to him. My heart was racing my cock was so hard and straining against my wet AussieBum bordies it fucking ached. The beach and the waves had me wanting to devour this fucking otter right now. It was just after sunset the complex was deserted and I yanked down his joggers sank to my knees and took his massive cock all the way down my throat in one fucking plunge onto that throbbing beast. I fucking loved cornering him after one of his workouts. I love how the dumb jock is a bit dazed drenched in sweaty and super horny. Easily confused if I don’t take charge and get his dick throbbing in my throat. I hate of wasting his post workout pre-cum Those lucky joggers are already drenched in his sweat and leaking pre. I’ve got his cock now dripping down my throat I fucking love his cum he drinks these pineapple protein shakes which he laces with viagra because he likes his monster cock on full display in the gym pushing obscenity out hidden by just a thin layer of cotton while he is lifting or doing leg press or chin ups or whatever the fuck he does while the other beefcake and slutty jock boys at his gym drool over his shameless flaunting of his nearly 11” fuck stick and sweaty hairy abs He’s flipped us around around by now my head is pinned against the wall as he is pounding my throat with enough force that I’m certain if not for my hungry horny arse quivering with longing and my swollen battered throat and the flood of spit sweat and pre-cum dripping down my chin I probably would have been concerned he’d given me a concussion. I grab onto his bucking fat bubble arse mounds pulling him deeper down past the back of my throat until the head of his cock has swollen and is lodged deep and his throbbing and the visceral shout that comes roaring out his mouth tell me immediately before I am swallowing his first load of cum heading into my gut on the cum geyser express that is my abused throat. Six maybe seven massive eruptions later im choking down his load as half of it im ashamed to say overflows running down my neck chest getting splattered in my eyes and drenching my face as I gag on the overwhelming force of the eruption and the amount of cum that I find myself being drowned in. my throat treasonously forces his angry fuck tool out. I’m a sleazy mess in the middle of the hall between the gym and the stairs, im over the impromptu exhibition to our audience of no absence, my bordies at my ankles find they’re way balled into my fist and I stand up, Chad picking me up, me wrapping my legs around him his still monumental tool at full mast is poking near my slutty hungry fuckhole next thing I know his thick massive fingers are stretching me open and doing this vibrating movement as he is marching us up the stairs. My head is spinning as we get to the door of his flat with a thud my back is flesh against the door his tongue is down my throat then he is licking up all the cum sweat and thick deep throat saliva and forcing it back into my mouth, Swallow he orders as he continues unlocking the door with his wristcomm we fall into the tiny den/everything-room which he has jam packed with stacked supplement boxes which I find my arse being sat on as he kicks the door closed with his heel. He sinks down to his knees pushes my legs back tucking my ankles behind my ears and devours my salty fresh out of the surf arse, its fucking pristine because this is our thing and I planned to be destroyed after his workout and my dunk into the sea, my thick fingered sexy stud otter is rimming me with within an inch of my life my eyes have literally bugged out of my head and rolled back into the bliss of riding the great wave of him stretching me further open and his swirling tongue licking ramming and dancing intimately with literally ever fucking wrinkle of the only known ring my mate will ever let hold him down (if I’m lucky a few hours at a time). I’m a promiscuous slutty faggot who enjoys sex and he is practically a sex god who thinks monogamy of studs like him to be a crime against the gay world of hungry bottoms like me. How could he ever not be able to perform his service to the community of wrecking and breeding at least a dozen loads a week into the starving needy bottoms who need the services he so skilfully is willing to provide. As long as be doesn’t stop that flicking and snap thing he does with his tongue that makes my arse quiver and throb with fiery wanton desire he can knock up every stupid twink hole from here down the coast and up the boardwalk as long as his mouth is worshiping my fuck hole! My cock has swollen so fucking much its standing straight up and out like a flag pole (an angry painfully straining against the aluminium cock ring tightly binding it into its triumphant stand at Chad’s sweaty sexy forehead beneath. I can see his eyes locked on mine conveying to me desire and a warning that he is just getting started the slurping and sounds of piggy enjoyment of his arse feast. Fucking oink! His fingers still playing with my well stretched and dripping wet saliva coated gaping heat he is working his way closer to me I feel his lips and tongue graze my dick, a few playful licks of the angry standing rod which makes me writhe and jump from the sensitivity and sensory overload. He continues upward closer taking my naval ring between his teeth tugging in gently his lips kissing my flat surfer abs, this fuck feind is getting closer he nibbles on my nipples taking my pierced nipple into his mouth for a rough biting and torturous tugging to be followed by neck nibbles and his mouth finds mine, and we are lost to the dance and duel of tongue and tongue mouth to mouth. His rough hands are all over me at once. Pulling. Gripping. Grabbing. Feeling. His arms are wrapping around me locking us ever closer together the heat being created between us would put volcanoes to shame, my hands have found his face and are pulling him to me steering his dangerously sharp jaw and cheek lines in archs and turns holding his face to mine… His thick throbbing cock head is persistently nagging at the entrance to my arse as if it were oblivious to what a thick throbbing cum leaking monstrosity poking its head around playfully then forcefully wants. Hai sexy fucker let me in so I can destroy I mean inspect the temperatures are the right heat for oh fuck me its not just the right heat it’s the right tightness Fuck Brody! Your hole is like a vice grip! You are too much of a fucking trashy Beach bum slut to be this tight. Fuck! Chad had eased in all the way slowly but he didn’t stop until he could get his full deep locked in throbbing “dick reps” this sick evil fitness demon calls them. Literally it feels like he is trying to lift me by my hole with his dick. It’s that powerful. It fucking leaves me shaking and tingling. He only does it once… actually twice. Before be slowly conducts the first tidal retreat of what will turn into the arse battering and rough fuck that the rocks on the beach wouldn’t survive if the waves slammed into them the way Chad was about to fucking ruin me. But first the perch on his merch boxes was going to need to be vacated. His condo is tiny, And full of products for his “fitness and future training empire” *insert eye roll* aside from the stream of beefcake and swollen jocks in and out of the tiny flat (which smelled like… a locker room I might add) in the moment hot, sexy… but… the only redeeming quality of the tiny little hove was the amazing view of the beach and the sunsets from the garden deck off the den. I’m soon transferred to the couch at the window (the portion of it not covered in unfinished laundry and surprise more fitness empire merch and supplements, im on my back wedged into the corner pocket of the couch. Trapped. He is about to take my slutty hungry *previously begging-for-it/now slightly nervous* lean surfer body to pound town. Fuck me! I don’t want to survive the journey. This fuck god better fucking murder my man cunt pronto. Fuck. Me. Chad. I grind out through my clenched teeth and a monster battering ram or baseball baton (at this moment it wouldn’t have mattered) ploughs? rams? No fucking crashes into my hungry gap like a fucking jumbo jet into the side of those American towers, long time ago. Let me just say my arse is gonna be destroyed way worse than lower Manhattan from the fiery devilish look in his eyes and the rough forceful way he was taking control over me. I’m not sure what language I was babbling in thirty minutes later after an assault of repeated waves and slams from his fucking monolithic Big Ben being piloted full speed and in deep until he hit my “make Bro’ babble like an idiot button” then equally swift full retreat all the way until only the helmet is through my arch then this incredibly intense rhythm of repetition begins with our mouths locked together my arms are around his neck holding on for all they’re worth (not much by the screams he’s about to send me into) This stud is sending me to fucking ruin-nation and I want to be it’s only surviving citizen! I’m blissed out and hard as I have ever been without enhancements (ahem) I think I screamed like really loud. Hope somebody doesn’t call the old bill. And fuuuuuuuck! Chad has me in screamer mode now that he got for the first time ever way past my first ring he hit the second ring and… exploding planets! fucking deep and I’m quite certain I’ve never screamed like that before. My grip on him and need for him to be closer increased THE level. I had pushed back on him flipped us over and was straddling him like I had the fucking Empire State Building up my arse and I was going to be fucking King Kong riding his monster dick. “Fuck Brody! what the fuck. Ride that cock you slutty little minx. I can’t believe you! Bro’ you are going to make me blow! Fuck im going to fucking-“ (I kiss him stifling his moaning nonsense) “Bro your gonna make me-“ (I bite his tongue hard) “Shut up Chad!” I moan. “Fucking cum! Fill my arse up! But don’t you dare stop! I’m not done with your fuckstick. You fucking dumb brain-alded roided out stupid jock fuck doll!” “Damn Bro’ fuck your gonna fucking break my dick! Ahhhh!” My sexy stupid fuck god is blasting a fucking geyser of his fucking nectar of the gods! Idk what specifically it is but he’s been juicing with something extra because immediately I’m fucking raging from his fuck juice im vibrating tip toes to ends of my eyelashes it’s like chem piss it’s that fucking potent. Shaking I dismount my human crotch rocket, his cum dripping like a thick slimey liquid lifeline out my semi-cunted fuck hole. Next I swallow his slime coated towering monster cock all the way down to the base. Licking the sensitive towering champion of the arena from base to tip, greedily claiming ALL of my hard worked out harvest of his now my dna. I return what is only fair right back to him letting it drip right into his mouth before I, I grab him by the wrist and drag him into his bedroom the next room over push him on the bed and climb back onto his still “standing-proud” demon dick… “Bro you are fucking insane! I’ve never seen you this fucking hungry for cock and cum.” “I thought I was was a trashy beach bum slut? I want another load.” I command. “You able be a real man and breed me the right way?” I taunted him grinning and twisting his nipples rather hard making him squirm. “You’re asking for it, careful… I might ruin you then bring the guys from my lifting class to lay the fucking crosscon rail on your surfer whore cunt.” His face was right in my face. He had a slight tremble from the intensity igniting between us. He hand goes to the midde of my back his big arms pulling me in closer. A fuck high smile was plastered on his that stupid dumb face of his. He shifts his cock or idk what the fuck he did, it caused my back to arch and a squeal to escape from my mouth. My cock my releasing a river of silver pre-cum that or his broke something and I was in a permanent state of non-stop ejaculation. “Are you saying you need all your wanna be jock-fanboys to fuck me right?” I pant out breathing heavy. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and the crazy fucker bit me, is fucking biting me hard, grabs my hips and plunges his cock even deeper inside me, (where he was supposed to be be anyway I dont remember giving him permission to take his amazing cock out of bounds…) Picking me up again, He lifts me like a fucking Sky-Lift gondola my legs lock around him again he’s kissing me deeply picks me up opening the door from the bedroom out onto the deck spins me around so I can face the “stupid beach I love so much” I tease him sticking my arse out at him. He laughs and slides back inside me deep, where I fucking realise I want him to be-need him to be. I’m bent over the railing supported on my forearms, arse out, he is taking his time still fucking me hard but it’s slowed everything is standing still, like I’m having some sort of epiphany. I think I might have stopped breathing, the wind from the coast doesn’t makeup for the heat he is creating inside me, I am on fucking fire. My cock is erupting in the biggest nut of my life, this stupid but sexy fit god (my mate) has just hit this spot that feels like its my core -the very root of my being, and he has just connected to me beyond space and time and his cock is erupting already AGAIN! I am literally being set on fire from the inside out and I am fucking in heaven, I am a magnificent Phoenix as he grabs my neck pulls me into him my back arching my chest out he touches my cheek turning my head to his face him, Im looking into his eyes and he says the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard this dumb meathead jock say “I love you! Brody!” It’s the stupidest fucking thing because the next thing I know I’m saying the only thing I never imagined myself saying ever… “Will you be my husband Chad? I am in love with you. Can we be together like this, and it never end? “Bro, yes. I’m not fucking those stupid sluts without you ever again.” “Way to ruin it” “I, Chad the ultimate anti-monogamy sex god just said yes I will marry you. So we can be together like you want and I need, and NO it’s , NEVER. *he bites my lip* GOING. *his lips kiss mine* TO. *he kisses my forehead* END. I lean back against him resting the back of my head against him, his mouth touching my ear he whispers “I’m never letting you go, you. are. mine.” I’m looking out at an endless midnight blue ocean, the moon and starlights are hitting the water and the waves perfectly, the light dances off the water as the tide goes out. “The tides are going out and we are going in… The tides are taking away with them what was our friendship. My mate that had just fucked me literally into love with him was now my soulmate and going inside together we would begin the next phase in our growing relationship as lovers? Partners? Going in we bring with… us. Newly created just tonight… Born again tonight as “us” and “ours” I’m following my fiancé inside and think I hear him say something about “the crosscon railway” and “still on”. Out. Of. His. Fucking. Mind. These dumb jock types think they’re funny. I’m gonna have to watch out for that. And yes his cum has literally been dripping out my arse the entire time. Fucking Chad.

I have a regular guy who loves to fuck me. He is partnered but he likes to top but his partner does not like to bottom when he get horny he texts me this am he texted me and asked to come over He was here in about 15 min. all he wants to do is fuck which is fine with me today he had not cum in 5 days. He pumped a huge load up my ass. Till next time He is 36 6’1” 180 with a huge dick

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……….

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

I was bored. I had had a row with my girlfriend and she hadnt called in 3 days. To make matters worse she was going on a week’s holiday tomorrow with her girlfriends. That meant it would be nearly two weeks before I would fuck again. I was already feeling a bit horny. The row was about something stupid. She knew about my small fetish for watching blow job porn with the guy cumming over the girls face. What she didn’t know was that sometimes I wished I was the girl not the guy. That had been increasing over the last few months though and she had found a couple of porn clips of guys sucking cock in my internet history. I blagged that it was accidental and it had just apppeared on my screen after a straight blow job clip but she wasn’t having any of it, hence the row. ‘ ’I’ll just leave you to your faggot porn then!’ She had shouted as she slammed the door. I knew she would come back but thought it would be before now. However , I was feeling horny. I google searched a chat line as I was playing gently with my cock, and watching the cocksucking porn I had on. I decided to try a gay line, I hadn’t done it before and it was anonymous so who would know? I recorded a brief ‘about me’ message saying I was inexperienced, hoping a daddy type might take interest. After two or three flaky messages that I didn’t return, I heard a deeper voiced ad, that got me going. ‘Daddy here , experienced, looking to teach and pass on his experience to newbies’ He sounded hot. I left a message explaining this was only the third or fourth time I had been on the line and was looking to learn. I didn’t want to sound a complete novice. I had no intention to meet him, it was anonymous wank porn after all. He replied to my message, ‘im happy to teach willing learners who are open minded. Where are you based boy?’ I responded truthfully, his voice just sounded as though I had to tell him everything. ‘ That’s the next town to me, I’m only six miles away ‘ he replied. ‘So do you like sucking cock boy?’ He asked ’Yes ‘ I replied ‘ and swallowing cum’ . Why did I add that ? I wondered. It was probably something to do with the porn I was watching, the girl was taking a good face fucking and getting a mouthful of the guys cum as well. My cock was hard as I was stroking it. My sensible reasoning brain was gone, replaced by horny cock brain. ‘Good boy! ‘ came the reply ‘have you a pen? Take down this number and come off the line. Send me a text. And don’t cum before you do’ . I hung up and scribbled down the number, he could tell I was wanking then. I was horny. Another girl was sucking cock on the iPad I front of me. Without stopping to think I just sent a quick text saying ‘hi’ , then returned to watching the blowjob, stroking my cock slowly. I didn’t want to cum too soon. My phone rang, breaking my concentration on the screen. ‘Hello’ I answered, without concentrating. ‘Hello Neil, this is Brad, we were just speaking on the line’ . I recognised the deep voice. ‘Oh, hi ‘ was all I could stammer. ‘it’s ok, I’m guessing you’re playing with your boner then , Neil? Are you? ‘ ’erm yes’ I stuttered. ‘That’s ok, but I have an idea! Why don’t you come round here, and let me help you with that, I’m sure you’ll like it, and I can start your lessons if you like? You will be able to suck my cock and swallow my cum just like you really want?’ His location pinged on my phone with the address. ‘See you in 20 mins, don’t be late’ and he hung up. Fuck I thought! I was still horny, I hadn’t cum. Should I go or just shoot my load now and forget it. He seemed a decent guy and I had always wanted to try sucking cock. Just as a one off to scratch the itch. I was straight after all, with a girlfriend.He didn’t sound creepy, ‘fuck it’ I thought. I have his address so if he tries weird shit I know where he lived. That meant he was genuine to my horny cock brain. I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my boner away, slipped on my trainers and grabbed my keys. ‘On my way’ I texted as I started the car. I wondered what lay in store as I followed the sat an. At least I would get to finally suck cock …. Though I remembered I did say I swallowed. The thought got me hard again as. I turned into Brad’s Avenue. to be continued ………

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

This is my first story here, and it's fiction. I hope you like it. I didn't like Daniel. There were several reasons for this, but you can probably pin it all down to his antisocial behavior. Luckily I hadn't seen him for a long time. I was all the more surprised to meet him as a participant in our club ski weekend. But unlike usual, this time he had his girlfriend with him. Jana was about 1.75m tall, slim, long brown hair, fawn-colored eyes, a birthmark on her cheek, about mid-20s. All in all, a sweet girl who was also extremely communicative and open-minded. We had a larger group accommodation, showers and toilets separately and not separated by gender. Jana walked down the hallway dressed only in long ski underwear and a thin sports top. An amazing body. How could she put up with Daniel. We skied all day. At lunch at the hut, she peeled off her ski clothes and braided a braid, revealing the straps of the sports bra. I didn't let on how much I liked her. At dinner together, Jana sat right next to me and we were able to have a nice chat. After that we all sat together at the fireplace and drank a glass or two of beer and a bottle of martini was emptied quite quickly. Again and again I let my gaze wander to her, just a great sight. Unfortunately, Daniel was always close by. It was really hard to get any closer to her. In any case, I could consider this evening unsuccessful. And so I didn't just go to bed early because of the alcohol. However, at some point during the night I need to pee urgently. I clenched for a while, but it only worked for a limited time, so I couldn't fall asleep. So I made my way out of my room to the toilet. Light was still shining under the door, apparently someone had forgotten to turn off the light. Quietly, so as not to wake anyone, I opened the door. Oh, apparently someone just went to the toilet. I heard a low moan. I paused for a moment, no one noticed me. So I could listen a little. It seemed like it was just one person. From the pitch of her voice I guessed Jana. There was no one else with a similar voice in the hallway, that much I knew. If it was Jana, then this was my chance. Apparently she was sitting on the toilet masturbating there. There were two options - either I would try to take a video from under the door with my cell phone, or I would offer to help her. I chose the latter. This was a unique opportunity to give Daniel a little present that he would never forget in his life. "I can help you with that if you want," I said just loud enough to be heard. There was a brief silence, she had interrupted. crap, I thought. This will not work. Silence continued. So I took a few steps into the toilet room and slowly resigned myself to the fact that I didn't have a chance. "Hm, ok" answered the female voice. Yes, I was almost certain that it was Jana. She unlocked the door and let me in. Jana was wearing a tight top, pushed over her breasts, and her panties were on the floor. She motioned for me to be quiet. It's clear. Then she grabbed my pants and she had my cock in her hand. She sat on the toilet, leaning slightly forward, so that I could only see her small 75B breasts. Unfortunately I couldn't see her pussy. With the slightest touch of her my tail was. I actually had to pee urgently. I forced myself to persevere. It wasn't long before my cock was in her mouth. Her tongue gently touched my glans. Then she played with it. She carefully encircled my penis with her lips, her tongue always making circular movements. Then she became more demanding. Her movements became faster and faster. I took her head in my hands and pressed my cock into her mouth until she gagged slightly. A couple of times I repeated this game, and it was already very wet. Then I took her top and pulled it off her. She sat stark naked, then I couldn't take it anymore and I had to pee on her. But apparently this didn't bother her, on the contrary, she opened her mouth and began hesitantly and then more and more to swallow. After each sip of her I stopped briefly, that certainly nothing is lost. She absorbed everything. Ok, apparently she liked the slightly heavier style of play. I wanted to test that further. I pulled them up and took both nipples between my thumb and forefinger from behind and squeezed tightly. You escaped a slight moan. I pressed harder and twisted a bit. A small tremor ran through her body. My cock rubbed against her ass. Now I teased her what I would do to her. This is her last chance to say no. With a groan, she confirmed my suggestion. My fingers slid down from her breasts to her still wet vagina. A little slap on it and she moaned again. Then I set out to explore her clitoris. Each rub made her groan, but sometimes I squeezed a little harder, which made her twitch every time. Then I shoved a finger into her vagina. Now there was no stopping her. I rubbed her g-spot harder, sometimes less hard. I pulled out my finger and licked it. Clean, no semen. I was almost a little disappointed. Again, this time I stuck three fingers inside. Another small tremor in her body. Again and again I pressed my fingers firmly against the walls of her cunt. It was only a matter of time before the spot was rubbed raw. But she seemed to enjoy it. I pulled my hand out again and again, let her lick her juice, but I also wanted to taste it. I always checked the appearance of the slime. And then the time had come, no longer transparent white, no, slightly reddish. Perfect. I quickly scratched my glans with my fingernail and a thin line of blood was visible. Now I put my cock in her pussy. I fucked her while my now free fingers explored her asshole. With a little spit I was able to penetrate effortlessly. Apparently she had already practiced that. She grabbed three fingers easily. And so slowly she had trouble just moaning softly. She kept getting louder, which was clearly uncomfortable for her. I also worked on the second hole until it was slightly bloody, then I switched backwards with my cock. I fucked the little tight hole. She seemed to like it. Then I couldn't hold it anymore and pumped her 3 strokes in the ass. I quickly pulled out and the next 3 loads of cum ended up in the pussy. After I had filled them I pushed a few more times. Suddenly it became clear to her that she had to go back to Daniel like this, and even if she were to put her panties back on, Daniel would probably notice the foreign sperm. She suddenly switched and ordered me to lick her clean. Since my plan had worked up to that point, I followed her order. That way she wouldn't notice the blood either. After 10 minutes in which she herself had 2 orgasms, she was clean. She pulled her panties up and her shirt on again and left the toilet. I removed the traces and went back to bed. The next morning we didn't show anything. There probably wouldn't be a repeat. Two weeks later I met one of our trainers. He was waiting for Daniel. When he called Daniel he said he had to take care of Jana who had the worst flu of her life. Extremely upset, the coach left the club. Once again Daniel had annoyed someone with his antisocial behavior. He would soon get his present from Jana.

Continuation of my bedroom pozbang story. This is fiction. After the wild night of having poz loads pumped into me, I was sleeping, sandwiched between my two black daddy bear lovers. I had a big butt plug in to keep all of the poz loads in and prevent them from leaking out. I was lightly awoken from my slumber when Robert whispered in my ear, "your surprise is here... they are here for your final neg loads." The doorbell rang and Robert and Bill got up and answered it. I looked at the clock. 9 am. My head was still spinning from all the cum and hands-free orgasms from the poz gangbang the previous night. Bill walked back into the master bedroom and pulled out a red cock ring. He stretched the silicone ring around the base of my cock. I could feel my cock beginning to swell and harden immediately. Bill also gave me some viagra as well and I was soon rock hard. Bill motioned for me stand with my legs spread wide in a power stance and display my hard cock for the guests to see. Bill also put a blindfold over my eyes to ensure the surprise. Bill left the room to bring Robert and the guests to the master bedroom as I stood there with my 7" cut cock jutting out like a flagpole. Robert and Bill returned with the guests and the two black men walked over to me and took off the blindfold. "Enjoy your final neg loads," Robert said to me as he and Bill walked out of the bedroom, leaving me with the guests. I was staring at four naked and stunning women. The first was a short, muscular Asian woman, who had to be in mid-thirties. Beautiful golden, tanned skin. Long, flowing black hair. Visible washboard abs, veins popping out on her biceps and triceps. Thick bodybuilder thighs, a large and engorged clit, a trimmed bush, and big fake tits, probably at least D-cups. Next to her was a tall white woman, built like a milf. Beautiful, tanned skin, a nice landing strip, legs that went on for days, large, all-natural c-cup tits. On her right was a big and beautiful, light brown skinned Indian woman. She was a curvaceous bbw with a thick ass and thighs with matching brood mother hips. Her breasts sagged, but were all natural and massive, at least F-cups. The final woman was a thick and curvy black woman. Big tits, big ass, thick thighs, the complete package. Each woman had biohazard and scorpion tattoos in various spots on their bodies. "So I heard from Bill and Robert you have some final neg loads to unload. Well, all four of us are poz and we want your last neg loads," the white woman said to me. "It's also each of our times of the month and we are all super fertile and even more horny. Make us pregnant," the black woman responded. "Yes, impregnate us in more ways than one. Give us your babies," the Indian woman said. The Asian female bodybuilder didn't say anything. She picked me up and threw me on the bed. My sore and plugged ass bounced as the Asian woman jumped on my cock. I watched and moaned as she effortlessly guided my cock into her soaking and hairy snatch. At first, she started grinding rhythmically, but then she started grinding me hard and passionate. It was as if she was trying to fuck me through the bed. The white milf climbed up and guided her trimmed pussy onto my awaiting mouth, while the other two women found fingers on both of my hands. I was drowning in the milf's cum as I lapped at her clit and her pussy. I could feel the other two women's pussies leaking on my hands. I could feel that the Asian bodybuilder grinding and riding me had cum twice in ten minutes. Her engorged clit looked like a small micropenis. I was getting close. The Asian woman moaned loud as I filled her hairy cunt with my neg load. I counted at least twenty spurts of cum inside her. "Me next," the milf responded as she laid on her back. I stood up, my cock still rock hard from the Viagra and cock ring. I laid on top of her in missionary and started thrusting inside her trimmed, wet snatch. As I was fucking the white milf, I could feel a sudden emptiness in my ass. The bodybuilder ripped the large plug from my ass. Suddenly, my ass was no longer empty. The bodybuilder plunged a 12" black strapless dildo into my ass and started fucking me like I was just some slut off the street. The sensation on my battered prostate caused me to explode inside the milf. It was a huge load, as I must have kept cumming for what seemed like a minute. The Asian bodybuilder didn't stop fucking my ass, even as the black bbw laid down in front of my cock and guided me in. By "guided" it was more or less shoved in, as the force from being fucked from behind pushed me into her cunt. We both cried out in pleasure as this mini fuck train was going at full steam. I got my thrusts into a rhythm and synced the timing of the bodybuilder's thrusts into me. As I fucked the black bbw, she wrapped her thick legs around me, which in turn caused me to go further into her cunt. "That's right, fuck my cunt. Suck on my tits, bitch!" she ordered me. I obeyed, sucking on her left tit. Twenty minutes into this session, the black bbw came three times and I blew my load twice. She wanted one final load from me, and she got it. The bodybuilder took off the strapless dildo, turned on the vibrator in it, and shoved it deep into my abused ass. I pumped a third and final load deep into the black bbw's greedy cunt. I was moaning like whore as we shared a make out session. My cock, still hard, slipped out of her cum filled cunt. I was tired and panting. Sweat and cum stained my body. The first three women left, leaving the Indian woman behind. I was expecting her to me rough, but she wasn't. She gently removed the dildo from my ass and gingerly inserted the butt plug back into my sore ass. "Let your Indian auntie make you feel amazing, babe." she told me as we made out. Our tongues danced with each other and in and out of each other's mouths. As we embraced in a hug, she slowly grinded against my cock. She laid down prone on the bed and I guided myself down towards her bottom, my cock finally resting at the entrance of her hairy pussy. She slowly backed up her thick ass and enveloped my cock in her dripping cunt. We made love. It wasn't brutal sex like the other three women, she made love to my cock and myself. It was rhythmic and passionate. Both of us came twice as we built up for a third one. I gently rolled her onto her back and fucked her passionately, making out and sucking her tits. As her hairy pussy clamped down in orgasm on my cock, I had one final explosive orgasm. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. We held that embrace for what seemed like an eternity as Bill and Robert walked back into the room. The woman kissed me on last time and wrote down her number for me. A week later, I had the most flu/sickness of my life. I went to my doctor and got tested. I was officially poz. Four weeks after that, all four of the women texted me pictures of their growing baby bumps.

l love to get a faggot or a tranny naked when I use it to show it and anyone who sees it what it is, especially if I am using it outdoors or in public. l find they are usually such whores they don’t really care if anyones sees. Plus it makes them easier to piss on.

Use him rough, ride him hard! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/rfc-demotion-day-xhFVcH0

I'd service a bull like this every day! My hole for his pleasure!

Another patient - this is the fifth - has had HIV eradicated from his system following a stem cell transplant - a transplant in his case necessitated by treatment for leukemia. As others have noted, while stem cell transplants aren't going to be in the works for people in general, the fact that this technique continues to work may open up some new frontiers in treatment of, and eventually curing, HIV. [think before following links] https://thehill.com/policy/healthcare/3866819-fifth-person-cured-of-hiv-after-stem-cell-transplant-researchers-say/

It doesn't put me off enough to not fuck him. What bugs me more is when a guy gets verbal and sounds like an outtake from a bad porn film. When i hear things like, "Please butter my bread" or "Yeah, I want daddy to make a milk delivery" - I wish I had a ball gag handy.

In a word, "yes." Disappointment was my reaction when at the Woods campground in northeastern Pennsylvania, I overheard two hot guys in leather discuss china patterns in voices that really didn't match the visuals.

I will agree with you that the party, on its own, does not do much, if anything, for people. I will, however, acknowledge that "the party" is shorthand for "Elected members of the party". If we accept that shorthand - which I think EQP would - then what the Democratic party has done FOR us, and what the Republican party has done TO us, are a lot clearer.

It surely can in my book. Hasn't happened recently, but I can definitely recall finding a voice off-putting. Or, on the other hand, very sexy.

I have two similar fuckbuds, one much like yours. He just texts me "Oink" which means he'll be here in about 20 minutes, just enough time to "prepare" again. Then he walks in, fucks, breeds, and leaves. So good!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_iRgdn2uXbkTu He took ownership of that hole....so hot when he cum's inside!

I met a guy on the net that simply said, "you want to cum over and suck my cock ?" I said "yes" and he gave me his address. When I got there he took his pants off and sat on the couch, I took my place and got right down on my knees and sucked his cock for him only for a brief recess where he wanted me to lick his balls. He came quite quickly, thanked me and I went home.

Ssshhh...🤫 Yesterday was my lucky day because my neighbor bred me again through GH at the same ABS. As soon as I arrived the parking lot at the ABS, I saw his car and knew he was inside. As I entered the arcade, I was really nervous and deliberately put on my face mask so I was less recognizable in the pretty dark arcade. I carefully made my way into the arcade and went straight to the back where my neighbor usually occupied. As I had predicted, I saw through the door crack my neighbor getting sucked. I quickly went to the other side of the booth and patiently waited for them to finish and to make sure that I saw my neighbor finish his business and left the store. It must have been some time when finally the guy playing with my neighbor came out of the booth. I quickly went into the booth. As in my first post, the booth I was in was dark because the video system was not working. While in the booth, my neighbor was stroking his meaty cock and soon one older guy came in to suck him. Man..my neighbor really is not selective at all. I watched the guy performed his oral service - sucking cock and licking balls. He was not good at all. I could see my neighbor's cock was not even rock hard. The older guy couldn't suck very long and he started jerking my neighbor looking for his reward. It went on for a while until my neighbor started pulling up his pants. No cum. I knew they were done and I quickly motioned my fingers through the hole. To my surprise, my neighbor put his hand on the hole and signaled for something but I didn't follow. They both left the booth but I stayed put. I knew my neighbor had not left the arcade because the store had a door alarm. When people come and leave, the alarm would make a sound. I didn't hear any chime so I knew he was still in the arcade. As I was still in the dark booth, two guys came in separately and wanted to get sucked. These were the regulars. I told them that I was not interested and they quickly left. Then, the guy who was sucking my neighbor earlier came back to the booth. He motioned and wanted to play but I was not interested and hoping that he would quickly vacate the booth so my neighbor may return. And no, he was persistent. He motioned with his hand, put his ass against the hole and his dick through the hole and he even put this hand through the hole trying to grab me. I really dislike when people don't take a hint. I even said to him that I was sorry and not interested. Finally, I blocked the hole with paper towel and he still didn't leave. I am not a booth hog and normally I would have left the booth already if I am not interested. I didn't because I was afraid to run into my neighor. The whole ordeal went on for some time. It must have been like 20 mins but felt like a long time. I kept checking the time on my phone and decided to leave the booth at certain time when I thought my neighbor probably had done and I could safely leave the booth and cruise freely. Finally, the guy on the other side decided to pull up his pants and leave. Thank goodness. A moment later, my neighbor came in. My patience had paid off and I hit the jackpot. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down his pants revealing his semi hard cock which I have remembered so well. He started stroking with one hand and used the other switching the porn channels (I notice that he doesn't watch gay porns). As soon as I saw his cock, I motioned. He took a quick peek through the hole but could not see anything anyway and stuck his cock through the hole. As usual, I started with a few gentle strokes and kisses before stuffing his meaty cock in my mouth and started sucking it. For some reasons, his cock was not rock hard. Perhaps he had cum before. I didn't suck long and he started fucking my mouth. I knew that he wanted to fuck. Because my hole was tight, I knew he wouldn't be able to slide his cock in my hole and I kept sucking and tried to get him hard enough to fuck me. Shortly, he withdrew his cock and started stroking his cock, probably trying to get harder. I put my ass against the hole and he used his finger to tickle my hole. Then, I sucked him on and off until finally he was hard enough to slide his raw cock into my ass. It just felt amazing. At one point, he extended his hand through the hole, fingering my hole and slapped my ass. He even stroked my rock hard cock. I knew how much he liked my hairless ass. By then, my hole was so wet and his cock was hard enough to glide in and out. I tried to push my hole open so he could fuck deep. When he started jackhammering my hole, I knew he was about to cum. I felt his cock pulsating just like my first experience. He bred me again and he didn't know it was me. After we were done, he cleaned himself up, pulled up his pants and left the booth. I knew he was leaving the store like he always did after he cum. I stayed in the booth and literally counted the seconds until I heard the chime from the door alarm. He had left. I was chatting with him in the morning in my neighborhood and a few hours later, he was breeding me at the ABS. The exciting part is that he didn't know that it was me. Well.. this is the round #2. Thanks for reading.

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

I just had my second gangbang yesterday. I wore a jockstrap and was passed around for about 3 hours among 8 guys, who Dpd, spitroasted, and took turns coming in my mouth and pussy. During this time I spend 4 hours moaning, begging them to fuck me harder, and telling them to “shoot it in me” While they 2 guys were doing the DP the one guy asked me “do you like this bitch” and I said “yeah fuck me like a little slut” and called him daddy. And that is when I realized, I have become a total slut. Over the past 2 months I have taken over 30 loads. And I’m seriously trying to figure out why I do this? For the bottoms on here, what motivates you to become a cumslut?

It was on Craigslist of all places. I couldn’t remember the last time I trolled Craigslist for dick, but his ad got my attention: Blindfolded with Poppers – You walk in. Get on the bed on your hands and knees. I come in behind you and breed you. Bring poppers. 28, good build, 8c. There were a few torso pics. He looked a little Middle Eastern with a really nice dick. Hairy, but trimmed up nicely. Fuck. I thought this is really risky, but damn it sounded hot. I emailed him with a few pictures and he got back to me immediately. He said it was simple. He wanted to fuck anonymous ass raw. I was to bring a blindfold, a jock strap and poppers. I would text him when I got there and he’d unlock the door. I was not to remove my blindfold under any circumstances. It was on. This started out with what would become a long term fuck-buddy relationship with Jason. Of course, I didn’t know his name at that time, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I arrived at this apartment complex and at first, couldn’t find the unit number. After texting him a few times I finally found it. He wanted me to walk in, strip leaving my jock strap on, get on the bed on all fours with my ass hanging off the edge and to have poppers out and on the bed. Needless to say this is nerve wracking because this could all be some terrible hoax that someone is playing and I’m caught breaking into a stranger’s apartment. I walked up to the door and with my heart pounding, twisted the door knob and it turned. I slowly opened the door and it was pitch black inside and there was some rock music playing in the background. I shut the door behind me and locked it. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out a one-bedroom apartment. I walked into the bedroom and took off my clothes, adjusted my jock strap and got into position leaving the poppers on the bed as instructed. I placed the blindfold over my eyes and waited. I could hear someone in the bathroom but I couldn’t tell what they were doing. My heart was racing harder now because I still didn’t know 100% that I was where I was supposed to be. Is this guy legit and is this his apartment? I heard the door open and could hear someone walking around the room. I felt him reach across the bed and take the bottle of poppers and take a few hits. Then I felt his hands on my ass and I arched my back, practically purring. I wanted this. I wanted this unknown, unseen person to stick his cock in me and fuck me. He got up on the bed and moved in front of me. I could smell the musk coming from his crotch. I moved my head forward and I had my face in his bush. I started licking. His pubes were course and smelled incredibly masculine. He guided his soft cock into my mouth. It was cut and had a nice length to it, but I couldn’t tell at this point how well hung he was. I had his entire cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. I heard him say, “That’s right Babyboy, eat your daddies cock.” I loved his voice and I loved that he was starting to talk dirty. It was strange that he referred to himself as daddy because I am positive I am older than him by several years. I was feeling all over his body and discovered he was built and tight with a flat stomach and a nice beefy ass. As Jason’s cock started to grow in my mouth, it became apparent that he was really nicely hung. He hit the poppers again and then held it down for me and fed me a hit. Remember I couldn’t see anything blindfolded. My head started soaring and Jason took the back of my head and started driving his cock deep into the back of my throat. He would let up for a minute and then piston fuck his cock right back into my throat and hold it there until I ran out of air. I was doing everything I could not to gag and try to control his thrusts, but he had my head locked and all I could do was concentrate on breathing and opening my throat. As a result, large copious amounts of saliva started running in a steady stream down his shaft and onto his balls and then puddling on the bed. “You like daddy’s cock, little boy? Are you daddy’s boy? Do you like this fat dark dick?” Jason pulled out and let me take a moment to breathe again. I licked his pubes and balls while I was taking a break holding onto his rock-hard ass cheeks the entire time. I had his entire crotch area soaked. This went on for what felt like 30 minutes when Jason pulled his dick out of my throat and got off the bed. Again I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and kneading them like dough spreading them apart and squeezing them together again. “Ummmm, daddy loves his little girl’s pussy. You gonna give me some of this pussy, baby boy?” I moaned and told him, “Fuck yeah.” Again getting super turned on with his dirty talk. It’s interesting that he was referring to me as “daddy’s little girl” because I’m definitely a masculine guy. I have broad shoulders, muscular legs and an expansive chest. No one ever feminized me before. I’m surprised that it turned me on and didn’t offend me. It should have. I don’t like feminine girly guys and certainly don’t want to be one. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it’s just not my thing. This dudes mouth got me hot. At that point I felt him lean in and stick his tongue in my ass. I pressed back and moaned, “Oh fuck yeah, Daddy.” He growled and really started eating me out with a vengeance spreading my cheeks as far apart as they could physically get. I reached back searching for the poppers and suddenly they appeared in my hand. I took a nice long hit while Jason had his tongue cork-screwing into my hole. While I was taking a hit, Jason stood up and I could feel his cock graze across my hole. I could feel its heat. He took the poppers from me and started taking a hit for himself. After 2 really long draws on the bottle, he put the cap back on and dropped them on the bed. He lined his cock up with my ass and slowly pushed forward, through my ass ring and kept going until he bottomed out. When he reached bottom he exhaled and said, “I fucking love this cunt.” With that he started a steady job of fucking me; stopping every few minutes to hit the poppers. Occasionally he would pull is cock out and replace it with 3 fingers and tell me that my “pussy” was so warm from the friction. And then, he shoved his cock back in all the way and return to fucking me hard. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls to encourage him to keep fucking me saying, “I love your daddy dick, man.” And he’d return the compliment by saying, “And daddy loves his baby’s pussy.” Jason stopped fucking me for a moment leaving his cock halfway buried in my ass. I thought he was going to take another hit of poppers, but he didn’t reach for the bottle. Instead I heard a camera shutter go off several times and knew he was taking pictures. This was a huge turn on. After a few minutes he resumed fucking me with a strong steady pace. After about 5 minutes or so, he pulled out and jumped on the bed again and stuck his cock in my face. It was warm and smelled of what I thought must be cum, but he hadn’t orgasmed yet. I started lapping at his cock and then sucking it and deep throating it like a hungry slut. I loved feeling how hot his cock was from being inside my ass. He leaned down and fed me a hit of poppers and whispered, “Do you want me to breed that white pussy for you?” I pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and looked up in the direction of his voice and said, “Yes, Daddy, I want it bad.” Jason jumped back off the bed, got behind me and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and plowed into my hole again and started relieving some obvious stressed on my puss. He pumped, pounded, pulled completely out and rammed back in 10 or 12 times. I was taking it by arching my back and holding still and letting him pound me hard and moaning guttural incoherent sounds. I could feel his pelvic bone every time he bottomed out in me. I was nothing more than a fucking animal in heat. He was breathing extremely hard and his fuck got faster and faster until he pushed completely forward and froze. Jason let out a deep resonating growl that sounded so primitive and sexy. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass. He shot five or six times and then buried his cock balls deep and froze again while he caught his breath. Jason laid on my back creating a layer of sweat between us. I could feel him flex his cock in my ass several times and feel his breath in the crook of my neck. Very quickly, Jason pulled his cock from my ass as if he didn’t want anything to spill out. He came around one last time for me to clean his cock up. This time I definitely tasted cum. He left and went into the bathroom. I lay on the bed to catch my breath and relished in the fuck that I’d just received. I still had no idea what this hot mother fucker looked like. After a moment, I gathered my thoughts and my clothes got dressed and started heading out of the bedroom. The bathroom door was cracked and I could see Jason’s reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t see me. He couldn’t have been more than 28. He had long, beautiful jet black rocker-type hair that he wore up high in a ponytail. He had pale skin so I have no idea what ethnicity he was but he certainly didn’t identify as white. I walked out and got in my car and stayed there again catching my breath. Jason sent me a picture of him with his cock in my ass. I love that picture. We continued to fuck the same way; anonymous, blindfolded, with poppers and with him referring to me as “boy” or “daddy’s little girl” and always referring to my “pussy.” I loved every single time we got together. I really get off on your comments.

When I was pretty much exclusively a top, I always preferred to fuck a fresh hole. Now very much a bottom again but, on the rare occasion I top (maybe after a sauna session of taking raw cocks and loads), I'll happily slide into a cum-filled hole.

I'm poz on meds. Infected 15 years ago before PrEP was available. I know who knocked me up but not that time he fucked me, It was an anonymous fuck by a gorgeous man with a huge dick. No talk of status or condoms. Got the fuck flu about 3 weeks later and tested poz a few months later. Since I tested relatively close to my infection date I had a good CD4 count and a moderate viral load. Started meds immediately and was undetectable within a few months. If PrEP were available then I would have been on it. Luckily I have had no issues with HIV. I just take my pill every day.

In Canada, it was during the Conservative government of Stephen Harper that the same-sex marriage became law.

Definitely… I was at a club and saw this hot guy talking to a friend of mine. I asked him about the guy… he smiled and asked if I wanted to meet him. I said of course and he took me up to him and introduced us. I heard his squeaky voice and did my best to to not have my jaw drop completely open. I turned around to my friend after, only to see him laughing at my reaction. Needless to say… that was it for me …though we sometimes hung around in the same circles.

Just left... let's see if i can type straight.... no, can only type gay. Man Who's been chatting with me from Squirt for a couple of weeks, made a date about a week ago, so had all the typical concerns since He's in Portland and i'm in Albany, about 60 miles away. He made the drive. He's got a little kink going on and a Total Top Who loves opened, sloppy "pussy," (His word). To hopefully make Him a wee bit happier and turned on, i was waiting with a 22 inch slink plug in my hole to open me deep for Him. i was naked and ass up when He walked in my back door... my house has a great set up for walk in. He was pretty surprised and turned on with the plug kept coming out, without an end in sight. i hadn't used the slink/plug in a couple of years, so i was pretty uncomfortable with it in and it took me a long time to get it in, but i'm glad i did it. He was instantly hard. He's 6.5 inches long, but 8 inches around (He sent me a pick with it wrapped in a tape measure), and yep, His Cock is that big around. He fucked me for about an hour and a half, with about a ten minute break two thirds of the way and i sucked His Cock and balls and we cuddled a bit. He is a magnificent Fucker, very intuitive and connecting with Him was the most natural thing in the world. He shouted pretty loud when He plowed deep and seeded me, and if He thrust two more times, i think i would have cum as well, He pounded the fuck out of my prostate. After, i asked if He wanted to shower before making the trip back home, and He asked if i wanted to drink His piss. Absolutely. i've taken lots of piss up the ass, but i'm still a piss drinker in training, this was only my fourth time. So far, the best i've done is 75%. His cock was still pretty big, but as soon as He put the tip in my mouth, His piss hit the back of my throat and went down the wrong way, but i was able to recover. It was a lot, and pretty strong, but i'm proud to say i drank it all without wasting any. He is a very vocal Top, and He was saying how good it felt, and that always brings out the bottom in me. Nothing opens me like the honest desire and pleasure of my Top, it really helped me drink it all. After i told Him it was only my fourth time and He said: "that felt almost as good as an orgasm, you took it like a champ," He definitely possessed and used the boy in me and i keep exhaling through my mouth so i can smell His piss on my breath, Two different kind s of breeding, both beautiful gifts. He's in me now.

Chapter 3 (How is it going? I don’t read it back to myself. I’d probably cringe and delete the whole thing. So sorry about grammatical errors or typos.) Sami moaned in boyish glee as mark tongued his virgin Arab hole. Mark couldn’t get enough of the flavour as he feverishly dug in. Grinding his month week old stubble all over his ass. Mark was expecting Sami to complain about the rough bristle like hairs, like all other virgin recruits do. So mark was ready to counter any complaint he had with his own carefully constructed explanatory answer. Other missionaries stick to the book of answers taught at the gifting university religiously. Mark however doesn’t. He likes going rogue as much as he likes going raw. But in his defence, he literally aced the class when he took it back in America. He was as passionate about gifting as he was about breathing. So the board of missionaries/recruiters had allowed him to have some creative liberties when it came to answers, cause I mean, the numbers don’t lie. Mark is the best gifted/ recruiter they have. Numbers somewhere in the triple figures. That’s another reason why he’s out here alone, and not in a pair with a partner like the others. Mark was going to answer before Sami asked the question. This way he’d settle his nerves if he had any. “Do you like…” mark answer was cut off by Sami’s guttural moan as he wrapped his legs around marks head and rode his face/beard as hard as he could. Sami learnt how to ride a horse when he was a child. The rare occasion he was left alone with the horses he’s thought it would be funny to ride the horse with his pants off. Bareback riding a stallion. The back and forth motion as he rode the stud coupled with the short hairs of its coat had given Sami an amazing sensation as it rubbed on his pre-pubescent nether region. That’s what riding Marks face felt like and he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to have that same feeling. Not just on the surface of his ass. But in his ass too. So he tried to grind harder. As if, grinding harder would allow marks face to bypass his skin to go deeper. To his satisfaction. He did get what he wanted. As he released mark from his prison like legs and allowed him to come out from underneath him, he could see on the tips of the hair on marks beard glistening spots of liquid. Mark went to kiss Sami. Which he accepted. His first ever kiss and it was with a White Man whose a lot older than him. He’s always thought that his first kiss would be to a woman his age who his parents had carefully selected on their wedding night. Mark teased Sami’s closed pouting lips with his tongue. Sami had no idea what to do so he kept his lips shut. Again he tried licking Sami’s lips. This time pushing in a little. Fighting to gain access to the small Egyptian boys mouth. Sami tried to ask Mark what he was supposed to do with it. But the moment he opened his lips, Marks hungry tongue invaded his mouth, bringing with it a whole bunch of ass flavoured saliva. Sami’s ass, in fact. In Sami’s mouth the two tongues were getting a feel for each other, sussing each other out. As if opponents who found themselves in a one on one on the battle field. Sami chuckled. He went to grab Marks hand in his and held it so that his 4 fingers were locked with marks 4 fingers and their thumbs out stretched. Mark got the hint. Then Mark got the Hint’s Hint. Sami wanted to play that game with their tongues. Mark nodded. And in their heads together they chanted. “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, I declare a tongue war.” And their tongues went at it. A duel of tongues in Sami’s mouth which then migrated to Marks. And back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. With each migration came with it a wave of saliva. Moving in and out like the tide. Surprisingly Sami had won that game. Small, nimble and the energy of a child; He’d out played mark, whose tongue was out of stamina and exhausted. Sami’s tongue lay on marks. Pinning it down. He then started stroking the pinned tongue with his own. And like a stimulated cock Marks tongue was again hard and rejuvenated. And this time they went for a dance instead of a duel. The saliva that had been growing had now filled both of their mouths as they kissed. Cheeks bulging out to contain it. Their tongues however still danced. Like twins playing in their mothers womb. When it started to hurt, that’s when the dance was over. Both of them swallowed the half of the saliva that was in their mouths. And broke out of the kids. Mark was sweating. “Best kiss ever!!!.” Mark shouted like those teenage girls, he’d seen on the streets. But he meant it. He’s never kissed like that before. His cock throbbed and when he made a grab to stoke it he noticed that his foreskin was completely filled with either pre-cum or cum. Whatever it was it was not translucent but opaque. Kind of like cum. Had he cum from just a kiss. He’s heard of incles that cum just from a touch or a kiss. But that was a Reddit myth. Mark used his index finger and thumb to grab at the liquid and Brant it towards Sami’s face. An unbroken string of pre-cum/cum made its way from his cock head towards Sami’s waiting mouth. Tongue out waiting to be coated with the virulent liquid. Once it touched his tongue, he paused. For a second, analysing the taste before he slurped up the rest. And like that one scene from the fox and the hound, he kept going until he was at the source of that liquid. And he opened his mouth to accept marks engrossed member. His tongue getting stuck in the foreskin and lightly circling around the cock head. Causing mark to jerk in sensitivity. Another spurt of the pre-cum made its way to the top of his cock head. He was about to cum. He didn’t want to cum. He’s had a rule that he only cums inside a hole. Preferably bloody. Increases his chances. So he yanked a confused Sami off of his cock and had him face to face. Looking into his eyes. They were both high as fuck. Sami then seeing the wetness of marks beard went forward to lick it off. “Weird” he thought. This doesn’t taste like the other liquids. He had a metallic taste in his mouth. Mark seeing this touched his beard and stuck the finger in his mouth also noting the metallic taste to which he laughed. “Turn around. Let me see your ass.” Marks gruff voice commanded Sami who promptly turned and stuck his virgin ass outwards. Mark took a good look. “So that’s where the blood came from.” Mark said to himself. The rough stubble of his beard had worked like sandpaper when Sami went horse-riding on his face. He Uber up his finger with his Pre-cum and rubbed it around the ring of Sami’s ass. Making sure to get some in the still red welt like wounds on it. He took another finger full of pre-cum and then cupped his hands under his own ass and pushed out a glob of toxic Cum from the morning prayer and probed Sami’s hole. Man this was driving Mark crazy. What was happening. Before he could get the finger fully into Sami’s ass. The timer for 3 hours went. And with it he could hear banging on the front door. “Not good.” Mark said. “Get dressed. We’ll carry on another time.” He said to Sami. Who hurriedly got dressed. Mark threw him a wet towel which he used to make himself as presentable as he could. Mark reached into a drawer and pulled out a binder, a pre-medical test/ questionnaire. Must of been a hundred pages of questions. This one was pre-filled and pre-marked and scored a 99%. He handed it to Sami. “If anyone asks what you were doing for the past 3 hours, Show them this.” he grinned at the teenage boy. An evil glint flashed in Marks eyes for a second as he had a lightbulb idea. “Come, underneath my desk.” Sami tried to complain but he knew it was futile so he complied. He went underneath and, he came eye to eye with Marks still engorged penis. He started sucking on it when he heard an audible click, and then the door handle turning. Then he heard 6 feet walk across the wooden flooring towards the desk. He was shocked. He tried to get his mouth off of Marks cock but mark held him there with one hand. While he was jotting down something else with the other. “Where the fuck is Sami, you white pervert monster.” His eldest cousin shouted. Sami was shaking whilst sucking on Marks cock. Mark forced the whole length of his cock down Sami’s throat. All 9.5 inches of it. The vibration of Sami’s head on his cock too much for mark to handle thickened up and with a pump of his balls, the first shot of cum, was like a javelin thrown out of his cock. The pressure it had hit the back of Sami’s throat with had moved Sami halfway up marks cock. The second and third shot had also come out like a 100m sprinter pushing off to start. And with those three shots Sami was pushed off marks cock. His mouth completely full of cum, Sami tried to quietly swallow. As not to be found out. At least mark had helped him out with the sound. As he was expected to speak an answer to Sami’s cousin. “I swear to god I will kill you right now if you don’t answer my question. Where is Sami.” Sami’s cousin said repeatedly. “Sami….. unfghh…. Left….unghhs… a while…. Ugfhsn… ago through the…. Unghh… back door. When he finished….. (breath in) test.” Mar said managing to get a couple words in between each spurt of cum. “I’m surprised you didn’t see him.” He added this time a bit more composed. “you better not be lying, white devil.” The cousin said before running out the back door, followed in tow by the two other cousins. When they were gone mark reached down under the desk and pulled out a fully glazed Sami. His brown skin shining gold in the light of the setting sun… He laughed a hearty laugh which Sami joined in with. A few of the drops flying off his face. Caught by mark who then began scraping the cum from his face and feeding it to Sami who greedily devoured it. He’d then cleaned him with his tongue. Like a newborn kitten getting a tongue bath by its mother. “Here let daddy give his cub a tongue bath.” Mark cooed. Once clean, he had Sami dot down his address and the he sent Sami on his way.

This is an entire class of fetish play called CMNM (clothed-male / naked-male). I LOVE doing this scene...as the naked partner, you feel completely exposed.

Sorry it’s short. I wrote it on the toilet. Btw, I’ve got ADHD so I’m probably gonna forget to write. Chapter 2 Ripe ass… “I think that’s my new favourite fruit.” Sami thought aloud as he tongued like his life depended on it. This earned him a chuckle and a fart at the same time from mark. You know when your anal ring relaxes as your lungs expel air to laugh. Sami took a moment. Shock. That he just had another man fart in his mouth. He savoured, the flavour and the texture. A bit eggy. But not eggy eggy. Just the whites of the egg still uncooked. What he was tasting was the morning prayer that mark and his colleagues also known as his DNA brothers partake in before setting out on their recruiting. When in Egypt do as the Egyptians do. Wake up early… just before sunrise. Take part in a sort of ablution. Using water or beer or chem piss that they’ve drank the previous night. There was dedicated piss taps for this. Anyway once ablutions were done. They’d stand in rows and start praying. There were windows to the outside world. But all they could see is the top half of all of these white men praying. The locals had thought that they’ve converted these American missionaries. This is how they got the trust of the Muslim Egyptians. What they didn’t know was the absolute debauchery going on in the lower half. As one row went down in prostration. They’d sit their ass down on a dedicated RIM PIG who’d get them nice and wet for the row behind them who’d impale themselves into the freshly rimmed hole. They’d go on like this until each hole was filled. Mark called it recharging their batteries for the day ahead. After inhaling the fart and then going back to rimming hard. Sami wanted more… deeper. An eager little pig already mark thought. Sami blew some air up in mark, and mark farted again. Clever Tricks. “Yeah, this is definetly my new favourite fruit.” Sami said again. Mark thought it was an odd sentence. Probably mixed up in translation so he’d asked why. “Because I want to have this at least five times a day.” Sami said with a mischievous toothy grin as he looked up at mark. Through his big muscular slightly tanned thighs. His gaze then went a bit lower and he’s finally seen the back room. It was a mind fuck. What he saw was a bed/ more like a Bedouins set up in the desert. You know them ones where there furniture all around and the tea set in the middle. Instead of a tea set. There was a T set. What he saw in the middle looked more like a a glass radiator. With water in each of the tubes. The radiator looked like it snake all around the room. Fuck this was one massive hookah bong. Sami thought. Mark noticing Sami’s intrigue ruffled his hair and told him to come inside and take a closer look. Sami followed mark over the couch and into te room. Mark then closed the door. He presses a light switch but instead of a light coming on the radiator bong came alive. A jet flame under a massive bowl at one end of the bong. With a masssive lump of Tina dissolving. As the bowl started filling up with smoke, a sort of extractor fan came on. This sucked the the smoke from the bowl and one by one it went through the chambers of the radiator. All around the room, being filtered through the water… As the smoke neared Sami and Mark. Mark handed him a hookah pipe and he took one himself . The jet flame stopped. Mark instructed Sami to take a hit. A large lungful of it. To which he did. Sami thought he’d done it wrong. Not feeling anything going into his lungs. And he looked questionably towards mark. He was contemplating saying something, for nearly 20 seconds. Mark was impressed, he never told him to keep it in. Most people exhale immediately. Sami still thinking. Whether he should complain or take another hit. And when he finally decided to say something to mark. A big cloud left his mouth. “Good kid.” Mark said as he playfully smacked his ass. “Again.” Mark said. As he himself took a hit from the radiator bong with Sami. “Let’s get fucked up…” he said after blowing out his third cloud. Mark took another hit of the bong. The chambers still very well full. But this time he was the only one taking a hit. As Sami had decided to have another go on a different pipe. The pipe between marks legs. Oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. Toxic pre-cum. He put his fingers in Sami’s mouth and made sure to scratch his gums with his nails. Sami felt discomfort, but mark shh’ed him. “Sorry, I’ve got something to sterilised it.” Mark said with a devilish smile. If Sami can get through this then he’ll be mark’s recruit. Full scholarship into their university of brothers. First a small trickle of liquid which soothed/ burnt the wound in Sami’s mouth. But it didn’t taste too bad for Sami. That’s when Sami realised that mark was going to piss in his mouth. He tried to back away. But he’s only backed into the side of the bed. “It’s alright, lucky for you it’s not that chemmy. Be a good little brown boi and drink this white mans piss.” Mark cooed at Sami. But Sami was still hesitant. “Maybe he’s not the one.” Mark thought. But he changed to another tactic. It had to work as he won’t be able to hold his stream for much longer. “Have you ever had beer?” Mark asked Sami. “It’s Haram.” Sami said as he shook his head no. “Would you like to?” Mark asked again. Sami nodded. Not saying a word. Alcohol on TV had always made him think. How can someone drink what looks like watt and go crazy. “Okay, well you can drink from me. It’s recycled beer.” Mark said. The hesitation had left Sami’s face and he latched himself on the white mans cock. As the stream began. Sami’s face twisted. “And recycled chem piss.” Mark added under his breath. But nevertheless Sami gulped and gulped and gulped and gulped and gulped. Until there was nothing left to gulp at. Sami unlatched. Like a baby done feeding from it’s mothers teat. And sat back stretched out and a wall shaking burp had come out of him. Unbeffiting of a boy with his stature. Mark handed him the hookah pipe and told him to get inhale some more. What Sami didn’t know was that mark had taken a video of him drinking his piss like champ. No drops left behind. And he’d sent that to his bosses boss. With the caption. “I’ve found mine.” Sami started inhaling and like a kid his age, he’d made a game out of it. How far can he clear the radiator chambers. So he inhaled and inhaled and exhaled and exhaled. The room was filling up with smoke as he let out cloud after cloud. “Slow down kiddo.” Mark said as he joined Sami on the bed which broke Sami out of his trance like game. “Or at least wait for me.” Mark added as he started playing the game as well. They were literally hot boxing with Tina Smoke. Mark blew out a cloud onto Sami’s rigidly hard cock. Then he blew another cloud onto his taint. Going lower and lower. Kissing as he went. Then he blew another on Sami’s hole before sticking out his tongue and tasting his young companions sweaty ripe brown hole… “Delicious” Mark said to Sami. “What was I doing?” Mark thought. Normally, he’d be in his victim… I mean recruit by now, leaking those gift giving juices. “Why was he taking his time?” Sami knew why. Somewhere in Sami’s teenage body. He knew why. It’s the reason he’s been sheltered his whole life. Sami knew why. He just didn’t know it yet.

I’ve lost so many shoes and jocks at the bathhouse when I’m getting railed in the sling. 🤣 Haven’t lost any socks tho. I hate having my socks taken off and me feet fucked with. I’ll put up a fight haha.

and, if your sn is any indication, you probably will. Restrictive facets to a relationship usually aren't productive; inclusive facets usually are. Please take advantage of all the advances in the medical arts, and get on PReP. Test regularly for the lesser bugs. And have a much sex with him as you/he wants - with other guys too, for that matter, if each of you is horny for extra action. The open relationship vs closed isn't the main issue: protecting your health is .

The behaviors you are describing are indicative of your partner being controlling and fringing on abuse. I get that he has romantic notions about being the only person who cums or has cum in you, but he is NOT acting in your best interest. The most important reason for a person to be on PrEP is being a negative partner in a serodiscordant relationship. I know he is undetectable, and I know U=U. But to have his meds be the ONLY barrier between you and contracting HIV is simply negligent in a world where PrEP exists. Accidents can happen (eg he forgets to take meds or bring them on a trip). Also, people can become resistant to meds over time. Normally, this isn't a big issue; his doctor would just adjust meds at his next checkup. But it would be a huge issue, if he infected you while his meds were not working. The second most important reason to be on PrEP is having sex with multiple partners. The CDC and WHO both recommend ALL men-who-have-sex-with-men who have multiple partners to take PrEP. "You don't take loads from anyone else" is not a justification. There are enough stories about broken condoms and stealthing on here to make that point. The majority of people I personally know who are poz became poz when I condom broke usually with a partner who thought they were negative at the time.

Perfect place foo fuck trashy whores. I call guys who fuck me behind/against/in dumpsters. l grew up wanting to get fucked by Oscar the Grouch. lol xo.

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

Which brings up my old adage: "If X is true, then why is it true"? Bareback vs condoms is an issue with a couple of connotations: the (relative) safety of Breeding with the benefit of all the inoculations, meds available to prevent serious illness to a very high degree, and preserving the thrill of sharing our sexual essence with our peers, vs settling for half the cookie using unnatural barriers. Bareback is the only real way to achieve a deeper connection not only with our own Lusts, but a deeper connection to the man we're Breeding with - Top or bottom. We can far more readily "connect" with the *real* man directly, via raw Cock Breeding raw Hole, than through some interfering barrier. I'm not commenting on the issue of safety here - only on the issue of real, actual emotional, spiritual, connection not only with the man we're sharing sex with, but with our own expression of who and what we are. The barriers prevent illness (if they don't break), but so do the immunizations, preventative medications, and without any blocking of the potential for intense, sweet, fulfilling, thrilling and constant connection with our brothers. Thus, we realize what some of the other respondents are saying above: There is a far more thrilling connection to our Lusts, our souls, our essence without barriers, and an exponentially deeper connection not only with our own inborn needs, but the needs, Lusts of the men we fuck. Or, put another way, without the Sperm, the sex isn't as exciting, fulfilling as it could be. And that's why X definitely IS true. It really IS all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Great question, which I’m pondering in bed the morning after a day at Flex Spa in LA where I anonymously offered up my mouth and ass in my darkened room for 6 hours and lost count how many times I was penetrated. I wasn’t alway a cumdump. In fact I started out as a top. As I got older and began to be referred to as a daddy, put on some weight and gained a fatter ass, more and more guys, especially younger tops grabbed my ass and wanted to play. It started out as rimming and ass play and I was cool with that since it was pleasurable and still left me with the pretense that I was a top, just a bit kinkier. After a few years, I let myself be fucked for the first time. Another year and condoms were off. Now I was “selective verse” since I was picky and only took younger cock. Couple years later I’m older, ass is bigger, cock doesn’t always work on command and many more tops wanting my hole and fewer bottoms interested. Hook ups based upon my choice become fewer so I start visiting bathhouses. Initially maybe once a month and still trying to be verse and picky. A year later it’s once a week, sometimes twice at the baths. Begin to experiment with ass up “just curious what the cumdumps see in such degrading behavior” and glory holes “okay, if my cock is too small, I’ll suck yours”. Quickly losing all pretense and sliding towards debasement, start to revel in anon breedings, glory hole cock in my ass. Now there is no pretense. No pride. No ego. No pickiness. No cock refused. I’m a regular at bathhouses and sex clubs. The clerks know me and smile when I check in. The attendants chuckle when they see me in the hall and if it’s a quiet afternoon, like to step in and finger my hole to check for loads. and, inexplicably, I love what I’ve become.

Holy fuck, I'm on a chastity adventure this week and I can't believe how amazing it feels. I usually jack off every night and don't do stuff because I've sorted my horniness out, since I've been locked up for the past 4 days all I want is to get used and trashed. Every other day this week I've been trashing my hole with the biggest of my toys (see photo) and slowly but surely getting my body used to taking them. Last night I finally managed to take the thick brown one AND the triple dick one all the way TO THE BASE and it felt so good. I even orgasmed anally for the first time (through my cage) when I got to the point of bouncing up and down on the triple cocks. I'm so pent up and feel like such a slut, I just want guys to pass me around and TRY to get off fucking my loose sloppy hole. I'm only supposed to be locked up until Saturday for a big fist session but honestly I might just stay locked until I can cum anally all the time. Please reply with inspiration or telling me what you'd like to do with me to help me become a better locked slut xx

Part five – One Hot Minute  When I came back to the world of the living, I was lying on the rubber bed in my black room. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized something was wrong. I felt AWFUL. My body was aching all over, I was very cold and very hot at the same time. My head was spinning, I felt sick. I tried standing up, but my whole body felt too heavy, and I had trouble getting on my feet. I was also extremely thirsty. I felt like I was high, but I knew it wasn’t the case. I clearly had a fever.  The door opened and Daddy came in. He was dressed in a dramatic looking black rubber uniform that covered him from head to toe. The top looked like an old uniform with a front panel and buttons on the side, it was gorgeous. His rubber pants were clinging tightly to his legs and showcased his massive bulge. I wanted to get my face in it and worship it, but the thought of actually doing so was making me nauseous. I was still lying down and once again tried to get up to greet my master, but all I could manage to do was extend my arms and whimper softly.  “Hey boy, I’m back. Did you enjoy your little trip in Wonderland?”   As soon as he saw me squirming pathetically his demeanor changed and he looked concerned.  “Are you alright boy? Feeling under the weather?”  “Yes Daddy, I think I’m sick”.  He put his hand on my forehead and smiled.  “Good news, boy. You’re finally converting. What you are experiencing right now is what we call the fuck flu. You are officially becoming a true poz. You are having a fever, quite high actually, and that’s the best part about it. Your body is on fire, almost literally, burning hot with HIV. That means your hole is now warmer than it will ever be. Which also means I will take full advantage of it. There is nothing like fucking a burning feverish hole raw, it’s a rare delicacy I was looking forward to. I’ll just have to make sure you don’t get too hot and end up with brain damage, now let me see...”  He must have been prepared for this situation because he somehow already had a thermometer in a pocket, he then pulled my legs up like a baby and shoved it in my ass. After a few seconds he took it out and looked satisfied.  “A nice 102 degrees. You have some fire in you right now, boy. I’ll have to take your temperature regularly to make sure it doesn’t go above 103, so I’ll give you a little something to stabilize you. Wait a second.”  Daddy left the room and came back after a minute. During his absence, my mind started reeling. I was obviously not under the influence of any drug at the moment, so I could think semi-clearly (despite the fever and terrible ache all over my body). As much as everything felt like a dream up to this point, I was now living a nightmare. I had been experiencing so much pleasure in the last days (or was it weeks? I wasn’t so sure anymore) and it was all crashing down. Strangely, I did not feel any regret about my choice of becoming Daddy’s sex slave. I trusted him to get me through this, and if he could get something more out of this, then it was for the best. But dear God did I feel awful right now. I was very anxious for him to come back and make me feel better because I thought I was about to pass out. And I was so, so thirsty. On top of this, I wasn’t horny in the slightest. I knew Daddy would fuck me very soon, but I wasn’t finding the idea so appealing. All I wanted was to go back to sleep and wake up better. And poz.  And that was the thread I was hanging on at the moment which would make me go through this ordeal. Becoming poz. It was underway and there was no stopping it whatsoever. I would never be anything else than a poz chem slut for my Daddy. Why did I find it so fucking hot? I was asking myself this question since the first time I caught Rick with the other boy having chem sex and making poz talk. It was still a complete mystery as to why it makes my dick so hard. The thought of this being a permanent situation. A complete submission to my dark desires I didn’t even know I had. I went with the idea so fast it almost scared me. I never really took the time to think it through and truly consider the consequences of my choice. But no matter how hard I thought about it, if I was under the influence of a drug or not, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the thought of being infected with HIV, becoming poz and taking toxic loads up my ass for the rest of my life while getting high as fuck. It surely sounded better than having to work to make a living. And the pleasure... The most intense pleasure I couldn’t even imagine was possible. Relentless, endless, permanent pleasure. I wasn’t feeling any pleasure now, but I knew this wouldn’t last long; I could hear footsteps, my Daddy was coming back to take care of me.  Daddy came back pushing a rolling cart with several items on it. Pill bottles, syringes, bottles with some clear liquid in it and a few items I couldn’t see. He handed me a pill and a glass with a single mouthful of water in it and told me to take it. I didn’t waste time but was thoroughly disappointed by the small quantity of water. I really needed to drink.  “There, your fever shouldn’t rise any more for a while. I’ll check your temp again later. I’m also willing to bet you’re not feeling very horny right now, aren’t you, boy? We’ll fix that too. I don’t want to be the only one having fun, you know? I just need to make sure it doesn’t rise your body temperature too much. You should be good for one more degree.”  My head was spinning and I was feeling very cold. I was a bit wary of taking drugs and I started shivering.   “I’m going to give you something milder than usual, you’re already quite fucked up as it is, just not quite horny enough. Let’s try out what you’ve got out of your recent trip in Wonderland.”  While saying that, Daddy unzipped his rubber pants and took out his massive poz dick.  “Put that in your mouth and swallow everything that comes out of it. It’ll make you feel much, much better, you’ll see.”  I did as I was told and instantly started to suck on his cock.  “Don’t suck it, faggot, just put the tip in your mouth and don’t move. Make sure you don’t spill a single drop.”  I stopped sucking and let the head of his cock rest between my lips, making a tight seal around his semi-hard dick. After a few seconds piss started to flow into my mouth. To my surprise it tasted bitter and sweet, not a bad taste at all.   “This is chem piss, boy. I spent the last few hours doing T with some friends upstairs and now my body is flushing it out into your mouth. Drink all of it and you’ll get a nice high, just enough for someone in your situation. For the moment you’re not getting anything else, it could be dangerous. Well, maybe some poppers later. If you’re a good enough boy I might even also piss into your ass, my bladder is quite full so there is plenty more where that’s coming from.”  As I was gulping relentlessly on his chem piss to keep up with the flow and not choke, I could feel his cock getting progressively harder in my mouth. The pressure of the piss stream was getting stronger, and it was starting to hit the back of my throat. The feeling was far more pleasurable than I anticipated, and I could see that I would enjoy piss play a lot in the future. Drinking my Daddy’s fluids was insanely erotic, and I wished I could see myself in the position I was in. It was funny that even a few days ago the thought of doing what I was doing right now would have disgusted me to no end, but now I just wanted more piss down my throat. As a bonus, I no longer felt thirsty and my horniness was quickly coming back, but I wasn’t sure if it was the chem piss or just the act itself that was turning me on. I could feel my cock getting hard and leaking big drops of precum on my rubber bed.  “I’m amazed how quickly you learn to be such a pig slut, dear boy. I’m very proud of you. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but you really were born to be a chemmed up poz slut for your Daddy.”  Piss was still freely flowing into my mouth, and I was starting to wonder if it would ever end, and then it did. Daddy left his cock there as the last few drops leaked out for me to swallow. When he was satisfied that I drank everything, Daddy stepped back and smiled at me.  “Feeling better, now?”  “Yes, much better, thank you Daddy.”  “You enjoyed being my personal urinal, boy?”  “Yes Daddy, I love drinking your chem piss. It’s way better than I expected and it’s making me horny.”  “Good, because you’ll be drinking a lot of my piss in the future. It’ll help keep you high, hydrated, and subservient to me.”  “Yes, Daddy.”  I was feeling a bit less cold, but I was still shivering a bit.  “Now boy lay on your stomach while we wait for the chem piss to take hold in your system.”  I did as I was told and as soon as I was comfortable, Daddy poured something cold and oily on me and started giving me a massage, running his big strong hands all over my shoulders, back, butt and legs. It felt incredible and the shivers slowly went away. Massages pretty much always feel nice, but this was something else, the fever made my skin overly sensitive and I was in ecstasy. “I told you I was going to take very good care of you. I’m totally using you for my own pleasure, but I want to make sure you too are having a good time. You’re my slave, but you are also my poz son and your wellbeing is very important to me. Just relax and let me make you feel better while you’re sick. In a couple days the fever and aches will be gone and will have finally completed your seroconversion. I’ll personally test you for HIV, it will be positive, of course, and I’ll monitor your viral load over the coming weeks and months. I won’t put you on meds right away. I want you to get a very high load in your system before we bring it down. I’ll keep breeding you to charge you up, but there is so much I can give you now, since you already have my strain. So, to spice things up I’ll start sharing you with my friends. Some have different, more virulent strains. Some even have full-blown AIDS. I have a couple acquaintances who stopped all medication a while ago and don’t have much time left. They will all fill your ass with their extremely toxic cum. Hopefully you’ll develop your own mutant strain that you can gift back to the rest of the community. You’ll be like an HIV incubator, a mother to the Virus. The thing is, though, I’ve decided you would be an exclusive total bottom. I don’t want my slut to top anyone. So, we’ll have to come up with other ways for you to share your gift. I hope you enjoyed your trip on the brainwashing machine, because you’ll spend a lot of time hooked to it. I’ll have to milk you like a cow to collect your seed and give it to my virus worshipping friends.”  Daddy’s insanely perverted poz talk, coupled with the chem piss I just drank and the massage were pushing several buttons in my brain, and I was getting very horny. My ass was starting to itch, and the fever only made it more intense. I was getting anxious for Daddy to start fucking me as soon as possible and started wiggling my butt to try and send a signal. Daddy caught it quite quickly and shoved an oily finger into my hole. I instantly arched my back and raised by butt in the air to try and get more of his finger in.  “Woah, I take it you’re ready for my cock in your burning ass, boy?  “Yes, please, fuck me Daddy, I need it.”  He poured some more oil between my ass cheeks and lifted me up so I was on all fours. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my hole, mixing his precum with the oil.  “You want it, boy? You want that big poz dick in your tight burning seroconverting ass?”  “Yes, please Daddy !!” I was almost crying.  “You sure you’re not too sick to fuck? Maybe I should let you rest...” Now he was teasing me, and it was pure torture. I kept begging him while pushing my ass against his cock.  “As you wish then.”  With that said he entered me in one swift move. He wasn’t even all the way in yet when he let out a very loud, ecstatic moan and pushed the rest in me without stopping until he was balls deep in my ass.  “Holy fucking Christ that ass is FLAMING HOT. So fucking warm. My dick is in heaven right now. Holy shit this feels good. I wish you had a fever all the time.”  He stood still, without moving, savouring the extreme warmth of my feverish asshole.   “I’ll have to find a way to induce a fever to get that hot ass from time to time, this is way too good. It’s been a while since I got the chance to fuck a seroconverting slut. Holy fuck! This is what I’ve been waiting for since you accepted my virus. There’s truly nothing better than a fuck flu ass.”  On my end of things, the fever made everything feel better. Daddy’s cock sliding inside my rectum was hitting a whole lot of fired up nerves and everything felt way more sensitive than usual. I was so hot and warm that his cock felt a bit colder than usual. Daddy started picking up the pace and I was starting to really feel the chem piss’ effect. As turned on as I was, my cock went a bit limp, but I could feel cum oozing out if it and onto the rubber bed. I buried my face on the cold black mattress to focus on Daddy’s pounding while enjoying a relentless string of micro-orgasms.  “This is like fucking a furnace. Jesus, it’s amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that hot ass, boy. I hope your enjoying yourself because we’re in for quite a ride.”  I managed to reply, mumbling with my face still stuck on the rubber mattress.   “Oh God yes Daddy, keep fucking me. This is so fucking good.”  “Can you feel your DNA being rewritten, boy? Can you feel yourself becoming a true poz?”  “Yes Daddy, I can feel it. I’m pregnant with your virus. You truly fertilized me and now I’m carrying your poz babies. Please give me more seed to feed my children and make them stronger and more toxic. Fill me up please Daddy.”  I was getting desperate for more poz cum in my ass. I wanted Daddy to drain his balls inside me. It didn’t take long. It must have been only a minute before I felt Daddy become stiff while he buried his cock as deep as possible, shooting his toxic load inside my ass. I could swear I felt it hitting my walls and burning my guts. Daddy didn’t say anything while coming, just a deep, long growl. “Son, I’m not pulling out anytime soon, your ass is way too hot for that. But I still have to pee. Brace yourself more chem piss followed by a nice piss fuck.”  After a few seconds Daddy was giving me my first ever chem piss enema. I couldn’t feel much at first, but after a while I could tell something was filling me up. It lasted a while; Daddy still had a lot of piss in his bladder even after what he gave me to drink earlier. Since he was still rock hard from the drugs he had in him and the fucking he gave me, there was a lot of pressure and the piss was blasting against my ass walls. He pulled back a little bit and the piss stream somehow started hitting my prostate. The sensation was incredible, like scratching an itch with tremendous force. It only took a few seconds and I had a full-blown orgasm, shooting cum all over the rubber mattress under me. I wondered if my cum was toxic yet.   At that point I could feel I had a lot of chem piss inside my bowels, my belly felt a bit stretched and the pressure was getting strong. It felt good, but strange. I realized with was a very long time since I had an enema, if ever. I wasn’t used to that feeling. Once Daddy was done, I felt like I was going to burst, but he didn’t pull out and resumed fucking me through the piss.   I could feel the warm toxic liquid trickle down my thighs as Daddy was pounding me once again. He picked up speed, then slowed down, then sped up again. The slushing sounds, mixed with the growling and the squeaks of the rubber were heavenly to my ears. After a few cycles, he grabbed a bottle of poppers and took several hits. He gave me the bottle and resumed fucking me while I was doing my own hits, carefully pacing himself so I wouldn’t spill the amyl all over the bed. After four deep hits I closed the bottle and let Daddy do his magic.   It took a good half hour of pounding before Daddy came again inside my ass, mixing his poz cum with his chem piss still inside. There was pee everywhere and the smell of urine was very strong, but it turned me on even more. After his orgasm subsided, Daddy finally pulled out and the bulk of the piss still inside me came rushing out almost instantly. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried to, my ass muscles were too loose to control. Daddy grabbed my hips and turned me on my back, lifted my legs and got back in for another round. I was exhausted with the fever and the rough fuck I just had, so I closed my eyes and let Daddy do his business, and I eventually passed out.

I often wonder the same thing I am generally sated when I have been fucked 8 or 10 times. As my ex taught me I was not to touch or cum while being bred as I was to totally focus on my top - I very rarely cum and if I do it is a private thing. Sometimes after I have been fucked five or six times I will go home or wait till the tops leave my place I will cum. Usually I depend on tops to fuck me into oblivion and I can sleep well with their loads in me and my cunt dripping

"Please use some more lube Benny. You're so big." A cold glob landed on my hole and Benny pushed it in with his thumb, which slipped in easily. I exhaled and was suddenly exhilarated and insanely horny again. "Fuck my ass Benny." "...Before I change my mind" I laughed. His big dick was inside me again. "Don't worry, I know you won't" he laughed. He fucked me more gently but his penis still felt impossibly huge. "Fuck you're so big." "You're doing great. I can tell you're a born cumslut." I liked that idea. Getting bred by Benny and whatever other hard dicks wanted to explode in me. I rubbed my cock and balls as Benny used me. He picked up the pace and slapped my ass, hard. "I gotta fuck more straight guys." Smack. "I can't wait to bust in you and send you home to Sara." Smack. That didn't make me feel great. "Take it easy, Benny. Please don't bruise me." "Sorry baby, I'm almost there." He slapped against my ass a couple more times and then he told me he was cumming. I arched my back and got ready to finish this experience. **** I tossed my clothes into the hamper and walked into the bedroom naked. Phew, Sara wasn't here. I quickly grabbed some flannel pj pants and a tshirt and pulled them on, almost panicked. ***** He pulled out and rubbed his cock against my asshole. I realized he wasn't wearing a condom anymore. I twisted around. "What the fuck?" Benny was impassive. "You took off the condom?!" I demanded. "Sorry, I took it off when you asked for more lube." "And you came in me?!" "Hey, relax, ok? You wanted it. You'll be fine. And you need to go home to Sara. So relax." Fuck. Sara. He was right about that. I pulled on my clothes and got up to walk out. Benny got in my face. "You look like you just got fucked. You need to relax before you go home. I'm sorry for cumming in you but it's gonna be okay unless you fuck things up." "OK Benny you're right." I splashed cold water on my face and got ahold of myself. I beelined to the door. "Hey take a few more --" I ignored him and left. ***** I wanted to curl up in bed but I knew I should try to smooth things over with Sara. I came out of the bedroom and found Benny and my wife talking--she was laughing at something he'd just said. "Hey! I came by to apologize to Sara for being a bad influence. I promised her--no more weed!" I laughed weakly. "I'm going to hit the sack. Come to bed soon, honey."

I had a great uncle that used to jerk off on my asshole. That turned into later fingering my ass and ejaculating in it by pushing his cock head against my small gape after he took his fingers out. Several months after starting fingering he was able to penetrate my ass completely with his cock and fuck me which he did often. I also have a older cousin on my mom’s side of the family that I would suck and he would fuck me also. Later he and his boyfriend would both fuck me.

I totally agree but want to add a practical part to this. To me, there’s a lot of effort to clean out and prep to be fucked. Like a great meal, a clean and fresh hole can be an art form which takes a lot of time and effort, even a bit of fasting to ensure a clean and smooth fuck experience. That being said, as a bottom, just having one cock doesn’t seem efficient nor worth all that effort. Since I’ve spent time and effort to clean, flush, fast, poop and prep; I should get at least 3-5 loads for this effort. Just saying that goes with the control stuff and self satisfaction. I think bottoms are totally more in control then they admit it, otherwise they won’t be thinking and looking for next 3 tops while being fuck by the present one they have. Getting fuck doggy style while on Grindr, bbrt, squirt, scruff, doublelist and juggling the next four tops in line for the next two hours is not necessarily giving up control of your desires to the top fucking you at the moment. I’m definitely in control and using the top for my own selfish pleasure as well as the next three tops who’ll breed me. I’m a selfish fucking cum milking vampire.