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Ever since taking my first anon load and being called a faggot, I've been eager to try power exchange - being a submissive faggot to a superior man. With that goal in mind, I'd been chatting with someone on grindr who seemed to understand what I was feeling, and what I wanted to try. Given the added context of how much I loved being used anonymously, we both agreed that our first meeting in person would be sight-unseen. I was to show up at his address, enter his home and immediately strip and put on a blindfold. He'd use me sight unseen, and then once finished, would reverse the process, and I'd leave never having seen his face. Risky, perhaps, but horny-brain doesn't necessarily make the smartest decisions. The night I was supposed to show up, I was super nervous, and almost backed out at the last minute. But horniness prevailed, and heart pounding, I went over to his house, entered, stripped, and put on the blindfold. I knelt down on the floor, sweating, nervous, but extremely horny - my dick was rock hard - and I called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps approach, and someone stopped in front of me. "Stand up, faggot" Being called a faggot is like a magic word - my dick jumped upon hearing it. I stood, and was led and placed onto a mattress somewhere, on my back with my head leaning off the side. A cock was pushed up against my mouth - thick, and long enough to hit the back of my throat - and I started sucking. I gagged a few times, but did my best (I need more practice deep throating, clearly). After a few minutes of this, I was turned around so that my ass was off the side of the mattress, and I heard him spit onto his cock, and felt it push against my hole. I struggled a bit, a spit-only fuck wasn't something I had ever done before, but I wanted to please, so I did my best to relax my hole. The eroticism of the situation overrode any initial discomfort I was feeling, though. The feeling of a total strangers raw cock pushing its way inside me is such a turn on. "That's it faggot, take it all in", he said as he bottomed out in me. My dick twitched again. He fucked me for a while like this, before repositioning. He had me climb on top of him, so that I was riding him now, still blindfolded. "Are you a slut?", he asked. "Yes sir, I'm a slut!" "You're a whore, right?", he pressed further. "Yes sir" "You just let any dick in you, huh?" - "Yes sir" "I can have other guys here to fuck you?" - "Yes sir" "Good faggot." I had assumed this was just dirty talk, but then I heard footsteps approaching. Someone else got on the bed, and I felt a second cock pushed up against my lips, which I started sucking. Two cocks in me now was a first for me. This second guy would gag me with his cock when he pushed in deep, and this caused my hole to spasm. After a few rounds of this, the guy I was riding came in me. I felt a surge of emotion as he came inside me and remember thinking very clearly, I am a faggot and this is how it should be - men should use my body for their pleasure. We switched positions to doggy, with me on all fours, and I was now sucking the cock that had just cum in me, and could taste both my ass and also the cum he had just flooded me with. I could tell the second guy was close, as he started fucking me faster and faster. "You want my load, faggot?" - "Yes sir", I said, around a mouthful of cock. "Tell me you fucking want it, faggot!" - "Please cum in me sir, please, I need it" And with that I felt him shooting his load into me. I felt that same high as earlier. Each load deposited into my body was taking me further and further down the path of being a complete faggot - I wanted to please any and all men with my body. My pleasure would be derived only from pleasing other men. As he pulled out, I felt cum start to leak out of my hole, and then fingers scooping it up, and feeding it to me. I licked the fingers clean. "Such a beautiful faggot. I've got plans for you, faggot." - "Yes sir" With that, I was led back to the front of the house, and then told to wait 30 seconds then take the blindfold off and get dressed. I was still hard as a rock, and leaking. When I got home, I jerked off and came within seconds. Getting unexpectedly used by not one, but two anon cocks was such a thrill. I texted the guy with thanks, and found that he'd already texted me with a short video attached. Turns out he'd filmed the entire session - the part he sent me was me saying I was a slut and that I would let any dick in me. I was getting hard again even though I'd just cum - seeing myself used and speaking out loud what I wanted really cemented in my brain the fact that I really am a faggot. We've kept in touch since, and I am eager to be trained to be the best faggot I can be. I'm looking forward to what he has in store for me.

After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. Groped and Pozzed 2 My fiance, Billy, jumped up from the bed and went to answer the door. I remained in bed leaking cum from both my unnamed pozzed bbc hook-up from the bar earlier this evening and my fiance. I had never been so slutty in my entire life. I wanted MORE. I heard mumbles and moans coming from the front room. So, I went to investigate. I found Billy sucking off two well hung black guys. The guy from earlier who Billy was deepthroating his nearly 8 inch cock ordered me to get my mouth on his buddies cock. His buddy, who’s named “I learned later was Ty, had an equally as impressive cock the unnamed black cock in the backseat of the car. Billy bobbed up and down on the massive cock that was in my ass and his ass just hours earlier, and now we were both naked in our own living room sucking him and his friend off. We had our home invaders rock hard slobbering on their oversized cocks. I felt Billy run his hand up the crack of my ass and with the lube from his fucking and the BBC he was now sucking. Jamal, my backseat fucker, nudged his buddy Ty to check out what Billy was doing. Ty snickered and lifted me up from my knees and shoved towards the bedroom. Jamal guided Billy right behind us. Ty and Jamal flopped us down on each side of the bed so our heads were next to each other. Billy and I were both naked and the massive black men that were about to fuck us were just as naked as we were. Billy’s 7 inch hard white cock was dwarfed by Jamal’s oversized 8+ cock, but Ty had to be 9 or more inches. I thought for sure he would split me in two. Ty was a black god, he stood about 6’4, not an ounce of fat on him, two dark biohazard tats at his belt line as a warning to anybody who dared to get that close. I dared. I was willing just knowing that Jamal bred both me and fiance just hours ago and here he was set to do it all again. Almost like they were in sync the slid their huge poz dicks into mine and Billy’s bare asses. We yelped in pain and pleasure. Our fuckers high-fived each other across the bed as they both fucked us silly. Ty told Jamal that he was right, I did have a great pussy. Jamal quipped that he knew cause he has had us both. Tonight, even, he exclaimed! But he was here now to make sure it stuck in both of us. They pounded our holes for a good 30 to 45 minutes. Ty was very vocal about his off-the-chart viral load and he was going to knock me as he was potent that Jamal. Jamal was telling Billy that my cunt was better than his and that he was going to share his tainted load with me instead of Billy unless Billy begged for it. Billy was brought nearly to tears hearing that I was going to get Jamal’s tainted load instead of him. He begged Jamal to poz him and not me. They unloaded their tainted loads into each of us unturned asses within seconds of the other one. Their black bodies crashed on top of us as Billy and I shot our negative loads onto our bellies. Jamal pulled free of Billy and then pulling free of me Ty shoved me into the shower. Where I soaped his dark body, cock and ass. HE spread his cheeks apart and I ate his ass. I could tell he had been out dancing, but it was the sweetest ass I had ever eaten. When he was ready he pivoted in the shower blocking all the water from hitting me while I knelt before his semi-rigid member. He squeezed my cheeks till I opened my mouth. With my mouth agape he aimed his piss cannon towards my open mouth and let loose a torrent of piss. He filled my mouth, telling me to hold it in there for a bit while he pissed on my head, into my eyes, across my face and down my chest. I was never really into water sports, but this left me with a raging hard on. Ty rinsed himself off leaving me there with a mouthful of piss while still drenched with his piss as well. When he was done he allowed me to swallow it and rinse off with orders to go sit on the floor in the living room. Meanwhile, Billy and Jamal were going for another round in our bedroom with Ty joining in. More to Cum I will be traveling some so the next few may be delayed

Chapter 3: Gooning I couldn't wait to see my friend again, and tell him about me tasting my fresh cum for the first time. Sure I could have called him, but I was sure that we would jack when I told him in person, and that we did! He did call a bit later saying his dad was away, and invited me for a swim, to which I gladly accepted. I threw on my big baggy trunks, and headed right over. When I arrived, he was lounging in a tight red speedo, and smoking a cigarette. I had never smoked, and had no idea he had. I told him I didn't know he smoked. He said not really but another friend himself had recently started experimenting it, and he enjoyed it. He passed me a cigarette, and honestly i didnt care for it, although i smoked all of it. I then told him that I had been experimenting with something too. He asked what, and I told him I had tasted my fresh cum for the first time. Now it doesn't take younger guys much to get hard, and I could see his cock growing in his red speedo, even before he asked what it tasted like. At the same time, I was getting hard too. My eyes focused on his package imagining his step dad in his speedo. The only difference was he had a hairless chest unlike his furry step dad. I started to tell him how I loved the taste of my fresh cum. His cock peeked out of his speedo, and he said he always shot on his jock, and never even thought of tasting it, just sniffing his jock. He asked what it tasted like, and I pulled his speedo down to his knees, rubbing his cock and simply said I think it's time for you to find out for yourself. I pulled my trunks down, and we both started jacking. I could feel my cum building up, but I wanted to last, so even though I didn't really care for cigarettes I suggested we smoke one again. We finished smoking and started to stroke again, and it wasn't long before we both shot our massive loads on our chest and face. I took my finger scooping some cum from his chest, and put my finger to his mouth. He seemed a bit hesitant, but tried it and said he loved it. He said he wanted to taste my cum, but he shot a much bigger load than I and I said he would, but he had plenty of his own to eat this time. We both greedily ate our own cum, and then heard his dad pulling up. We quickly pull up our trunks and jumped into the pool. Fortunately we had already cleaned most of the cum from ourselves. His dad walked in, simply saying it was a great day for a swim. I quickly said, why don't you join us. He quickly said yes and went in to change in a tight red speedo that matched his step sons. I'm not sure asking him to join was a great idea, as I constantly had to hide my raging boner. My friend wasn't getting hard ad he's seen him in his speedo before. We swam around a bit, and when my boner died, I got out of pool and said I had to go home. Of course it was to taste my cum again! I was thinking how my friend said his step dad put his fingers up ass and came without touching his cock. I thought that would be hot, and as my dad wasn't home, I'd give it a try. I tried putting one finger in my hole, and it was really uncomfortable for me, so I took out my hand lotion and put it on a finger. That made it much more comfortable. I didn't stick my finger in all the way, probably just past the first digit, but it was oddly pleasurable. I didn't cum hand free, but later learned it is your finger hitting prostrate that makes that happen. Next Chapter 4: let's talk

So after a brief pause in writing fictional stories, I couldn't resist. I've learned my lesson on being more careful in content! Hopefully you enjoy this story. I grew up in a small Midwestern town of 600. People there knew something that happened to you before you knew about it! One thing they never knew was the relationship my dad and I had. As a young child, I was a heavy set guy. I had no interest in girls, neither did they to me. Sports weren't my thing. Sure I played little league, but it wasn't uncommon for me to skip practice to watch Sonny and Cher. In fact little league likely piqued my interest in guys. At that point in my life, I really didn't know what gay was. Apparently I was a slow learner. One of the team members however was mature beyond his age, and was my first "gay " experience. I didn't think it was really gay, just a curiosity. Jacking together. Skinny dipping. Finding our dads magazines and reading the penthouse forums to each other. And yes, admiring the female form. One thing we never did then was have actual sex. What did happen finally started in our Senior year, one hot May day after a playoff game. He invited me to his house and once there, suggested we skinny dip in his pool. We were both hot and sweaty, so why not? His mom was out of town, and his step dad at work. We stripped poolside, and I was in awe with his 8 inch cock. I was your average 6, but he was mean and lean. Before we jumped into the pool, he sniffed his jock, and asked me if I wanted to sniff it? Sure why not. It had an odd odor to it, not just sweat. He later told me he Jack's and shoots his load into it, usually after practice. I asked him if he would do that for me before getting into pool. He said yes, as long as I did the same. We each got on a lounge chair and started jacking our cocks. I came really quickly into my jock, and before he finished, we heard a car door slam, and jumped into the pool. It was his step-dad coming home. I'm pretty sure his dad saw us jumping into the pool naked, but he simply said cooling off after practice boys? We said yes, but my friend said yes Sir. I couldn't help that his dad grabbed his crotch as he said that. Fortunately his dad went back into the house and my friend and I got out of the pool, and sniffed my cummy jock. He then had me sniff it, and said he'd return the favor when his step dad wasn't around. TO BE CONTINUED!

He sat down on the couch and in that moment, I could see him so clearly. Round face, short hair, lightly trimmed beard, jet black with some gray streaking through it. Light fur on his big pecs, running down over his puffed-out stomach. A biohazard tattoo over his right nipple, which had a thick bar pierced through it. His thick frame dwarfed me. I was 130 pounds, and he easily doubled me in weight, with at least six inches of height on me. I looked down and saw his giant cock sticking straight up, beckoning me. He hadn’t been touching himself, but I was sure it was the hardest it’s ever been. I could practically feel him wincing at how huge it had become, straining for release. In the moment, I could have sworn it was 10 inches, looking impossibly thick. But looking back, I bet it was a solid 7, still huge for my tiny body. I looked back up into his eyes and suddenly felt nervous. I walked to the couch, put my knees on either side of him, and climbed up over him. His dick was resting along my smooth ass crack, the head poking straight out behind me. I started massaging his pecs, running my hands over them methodically, flicking the piercing every now and then to hear him moan. I was so consumed by turning him on that I didn’t feel his own hands massaging my butt. One cheek easily fit in each hand and he would lightly slap them to see my eyes roll back. Soon, he was massaging my hole with his fingers. He reached up and put a few in his mouth, then moved them back down to my hole. He slid one of them in, then another, and then another. They seemed to slide in easily, though I’ve always been notoriously tight. I raised myself up onto my knees, so that my dick was swinging at his chest and my hole was hovering over his perfect cock. He reached up to his mouth again and this time took a glob of spit back down to his cock. By the way his arm was moving, I could tell he was stroking his cock, slicking it up for my tight hole. And then the head was pushing against it. There was so much pressure, but the head finally slipped in. I couldn’t help but moan. It didn’t hurt, but I felt I needed some pleasure to escape my lips, since it all seemed to be bottled up inside. I slowly slid down the shaft of his cock, stopping every few seconds to make sure my ass was getting used to the intruder breaking in. After about 60 seconds, I felt my cheeks land softly on his thighs. He was all the way inside. I looked in his eyes, and he smiled. We were silent for a bit, just enjoying the feeling, until I felt his big strong hands grip my waist. I gave him a light nod, and he lifted my body up slowly, my ass sliding back over the shaft it had just slid down. He lifted me about half way off before lowering me back down again. He did this again and again, each time pulling me further and further up before lowering me all the way back down. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and let the moans escape my lips. I could hear his breathing too. He was enjoying it. He began to pick up the pace. His hands were so tight on my hips, lifting me up almost entirely off his dick and then sliding me back down to the hilt. It wasn’t long before he was bouncing my ass on his dick. He was moving me so fast, our bodies were making that slapping noise I knew only from watching porn. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier. He tilted his head back ever so slightly and started to let out a low, deep growl. Then, suddenly, I could feel him start to slow. I opened my eyes and looked into his. For the first time, he said words. “Are you ready?” In that moment, I had to decide. I considered hopping off and letting his cum shoot harmlessly into the air. But his hands were so tight on my hips, and more importantly, I wanted to keep going. I closed my eyes tight and picked up the pace on my own. When he lifted me up, I slammed back down. I could feel his grip on my hips start to loosen, now that he was certain I wasn’t going anywhere. I continued slamming down on his big cock. Twice, then three times, then four. I heard him begin to growl again and I opened my eyes. Our eyes locked for what seemed like forever. We both knew what was about to happen, and we both wanted it to happen. I reached up and grabbed at his nipples, feeling the bar in his right one, his soft flesh in the left. His low growl steadily grew in volume. I felt his grip on my hips tighten again and he was back in control, lifting me up and slamming me down. Two more thrusts were all it took. He slammed me down, threw his head back, and let out a loud roar. I realized then that I was screaming. Screaming from fear, or from ecstasy, or from the unknown, as his ropes of cum blasted through all the walls of my insides, flooding me until his balls were empty. He was so deep inside, and he had shot so violently, I knew there was no way I had escaped his gift. We both came down together, his cock getting soft in my ass, cum dribbling out onto his stomach. I laid my head on his chest and fell peacefully asleep. I was his forever.

This was a Doublelist hookup. We chatted, I liked his cock, and when I gave him the address, he revealed he was an hour away, so I figured he wasn't coming. I get that a lot for whatever reason... dude asks for the address then disappears right after. But much to my surprise, he actually came! He was older than his pics and profile said. I can't remember what age he gave, but he was clearly in his 60s, when I was expecting early 50s. Didn't bother me much, and we got right down to business. While I was sitting on the couch, he stood in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth. He had be blow him for a couple minutes, and I also licked his balls. Then he laid me on my back, laid on top of me and fucked my mouth. He didn't touch my cock but enjoyed fingering my ass a great deal. After a while of that, he left me on my back, pushed my legs up and started fucking me. He railed me in that position for a couple minutes before laying me on my side and going even harder. I really enjoy this position. I can feel it going so deep and I can relax into it and take every thrust. He eventually stopped and put his cock back into my mouth. I LOVE doing ass to mouth, and he seemed to really enjoy that I was into it. I prep for anal very thoroughly, so I particularly enjoy the taste of inside my clean asshole. He did this many many times with a big smile on his face each time. After that he put me on my knees and fucked me from behind for what felt like 30 minutes straight. He never stopped or slowed down, never lost the rhythm. I was in absolute heaven. My ass felt stretched and I loved how deep his cock was going. Finally he was ready to cum and wanted me to swallow it. This was probably the 15th time he made me ATM myself and, since he had used me so well and hard and deep, I was more than happy to swallow his load. The pics attached are guiding his cock into my ass and the first thrust of him being balls deep in me

You are an excellent writer. The point of no return when you feel the penis inside your anus spasming and knowing the semen that is carrying his HIV entering you will immediately begin infecting you through the tears he has created by fucking you.

I headed home with my cim soaked jock in my back pack, eagerly awaiting to bury my face in it as soon as I got home. I headed to my bedroom, striped and got under the covers for a nap. The smell of my cum soaked jock was intoxicating. As I was sniffing it, my cock grew rock hard, making a tent in my sheets. This time, I look it a bit further by putting my jock in my mouth, tasting my cum for the first time. I had jacked off many times before, but always into a cum rag. The salty taste of my dried cum was exciting. Before I could finish myself off, I heard my dad heading towards my bedroom. I quickly hid my jock, and rolled over on my side so he wouldn't see the tent I had created under the sheets. I slept for almost 2 hours. Although it was now evening, I woke up with morning wood. I checked my phone and my friend told me to call, not text him as soon as I read the message so I did. Sadly, this was a wood killer, well at least for a brief time. I called my friend and the first thing he said was that I wouldn't believe what happened after I left. He was as giddy as a school girl and didn't even give me time to ask! He said he went to take a shower and when he got to the bathroom his step dad was already in the shower, and he saw him naked for the first time. He eagerly said he saw his dad soaping up his body, and then soaping up his cock and balls. He continued by saying his step dads cock was getting hard, and then he put 2 of his soapy fingers up his ass, pumping them in and out. He said it wasn't long before his step dad was fully hard, and shot a loaf in the shower without touching his cock. By now, I was rock hard again, and fortunately my friend said his step dad was calling him for dinner, and he had to go. I say fortunately as I could feel the cum churning in my balls, and I was leaking pre cum onto my sheets. I immediately grabbed my jock and buried it under my nose and started jacking. I imagined my friends step dad in the shower. He was a built hunk, in his 40s I guessed. My friend told me earlier that his step dad was like him with 8, or maybe more but definitely thicker. I already knew he had a hairy chest, as I've seen him with his shirt off at the pool. And now that i think about it, I had seen him in a speedo, but never thought much about it before. I'd have to pay more attention next time! My friend also mentioned that his step dads crotch was neatly trimmed. Needless to say, it wasn't long before I shot my creamy wad, and what a load it was! It hit my face and lips, and for the very first time, I had tasted my fresh salty cum, and I loved it. I had jacked many times, but always into a cum rag, and I had never sniffed the rag. I wiped the cum from my body with my jock, and used my finger to push that on my face into my mouth. Just then I heard my step dad calling me for dinner. I threw on a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen. Next up. Chapter 3: Gooning.

Slutty Sammy 😊 Jon: Okay boys we need a couple of photos of Sam. Sam lay on your back and close your eyes and keep them closed. Jon then got a marker pen and wrote on Sam’s forehead “Slutty Sammy” on the right cheek “POZ” on the left “CUM” and on his chin “ONLY” okay Leon is going to give you a facial Sam keep your eyes closed. Leon took his place and quickly jerked is cock erupting a huge load of cum on Sam’s face, okay open your eyes and lick Leons cock, nice as Jon took lots of stills. Okay Sam roll over and Jon wrote on his back “Slutty Sammy, POZ CUM ONLY” with a red arrow all the way to Sam’s pick rosebud, handing Leon the camera Jon started jerking is cock and released a big load of toxic cum running down the crack between his buns to his rosebud, then he pushed the cum covered head of his cock into Sam’s ring, turn your face and smile for the camera Sam, Jon said as Leon snapped away and the shoot was over. Okay boys go and get yourselves cleaned up in the shower, I’m going to be busy for a while. While the boys where off, Jon was editing the photo’s for his website and for the cover of a new conversion video, titled “Slutty Sammy’s Poz journey”. Nice he thought and pressed return as the still’s where uploaded. Sam and Leon came out of the shower and Jon said lets get something to eat and drink all normal stuff, after a couple of hours I said to Jon I need to go home Dad will be expecting me, okay Jon said and Leon gave me a kiss as I headed out. Once I got home across the street Dad’s car was missing, strange I thought making my way to the front door, I could see my backpack and a letter pinned to the door, the door was locked as I opened the letter and read I started to cry, Dad had found out. The letter said he was ashamed of me and that he could not have a Gay son and attached where a couple of the stills of me with Slutty Sammy POZ CUM ONLY and had packed is bags and moved on, the rack sack contained your laptop. Goodbye. I was a mess, crying what had I done, when Leon came out of Jon’s and came over and started comforting me, Sam you’ll have to see if Jon will put you up. Fuck him it’s his fault I said, no Sam you wanted this you know that’s the truth. We went over to Jon’s and rang the bell, Jon said Sammy, Sammy, Sammy it was going to happen at some point, I guess it was one of your neighbours who monitors my site, come in and we will work this through. More to Cum if you want it continued?😊

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

Not My Story, but it was improved by me Groped and Pozzed I am a 21 year old white bubble butt who is engaged to another 21 year old white guy. We have been dating since we were 19 and have fallen so deeply in love that we got engaged this January. Our relationship has been mostly perfect, however our sex life is bland. I am a submissive bottom, and he is a top, so things usually go smoothly, however he doesn't have as high of a libido as I do, and it makes it hard for me to be fully satisfied. Add this to the fact that I've always secretly considered cheating to be hot and you have a recipe for disaster. Me and my fiance usually go to a gay club every few weeks. Not to hook up with other guys or anything, but to just dance and drink and have fun with other gay couples. I've admittedly stared at some hot guys multiple times before, however my fiance doesn't ever notice. Yesterday we decided to go to the club, and I got ready. I was wearing these tight black gym shorts that were above my knee and showed off my round ass. My fiance liked the view and wore casual clothes. I was feeling risky and decided to go commando without telling him. I wore a t-shirt and that was it. We get to the club and it is going great. Every time I go to the club I get hit on at least once, so it wasn't a surprise when this big older guy started looking at me with a grin, and made suggestive comments. I politely told him off, but only because my fiance was with me. Throughout most of the night nothing happens. We have fun, drink, talk, and dance. Towards the end, we were out on the main floor and were dancing to whatever music was playing, when I felt a big hand squeeze my left cheek tightly. My fiance was several feet away and talking to someone else so he didn't notice. I turn my head to see a fit black guy groping my ass. He's wearing tight jeans and a tank top. I see a bulge form as he rubs his fingers in between my soft asscheeks. He slyly smiled at me and I nodded to let him know he could keep touching me. He moved closer behind me and tightly squeezed both of my cheeks. His grip was so strong that I had to regain my balance. I subtly moved a few feet away from my fiance so that he couldn't see anything happen. Soon enough I felt this guy's hand move to my waist, and I feel him force his hands inside the back of my shorts. I stay still as he cups my bare ass with his hands. He does this for a minute before pulling one of my cheeks to the side, and begins rubbing my asshole with his fingers. This made me grunt quietly, and I whispered to him if he knew anywhere private we could go. He said his car had tinted windows, and that we could go there. I agreed, and he pulled his hands out of my shorts. I walked up to my boyfriend and told him I was going to head to a shop down the street for a few minutes to grab a snack. I said goodbye and walked out front and then went behind the club where there was a parking lot. The guy came out not too far behind me and guided me to his sedan, which had almost black windows. He told me to get in the backseat, and I listened. He joined, before locking the door. He immediately took his shirt off, revealing his abs and 6 pack. He then took his pants off, revealing a huge, fully erect cock. I pulled my shorts off and began jerking him off. He moaned as I moved my hand up and down. I only did this for about 2 minutes, before he told me to lean back on the seat. I did as told and laid completely flat on my back, with my legs up to my shoulder revealing my ass to him. He grinned and began rubbing my asshole with his finger. I moaned and groaned as he rubbed around my hole, even pushing the tip in a few times. Soon though, he couldn't wait. He began lubing my ass up. It was happening. He covered my ass in lube, and asked me if he should wear a condom. I told him no, and he was pleased with that. He pulled my ass to the side a bit to provide himself a better angle from the small corner he was in, before he pulled his hard cock up, and kneeled right next to my asshole. He pressed his tip against my hole a few times, before he couldn't help himself and shoved his entire bare massive cock balls deep inside my tight asshole. We both moaned and groaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me, and squeals of pleasure came out of me as he slowly pulled himself mostly out and then all the way in again. We moaned together as he slowly thrusted in and out of my tight asshole, stretching me out with every push. I held my legs up with my hands, and watched as he pounded me with his thick cock on his knees. It was then that I noticed a small tattoo of a scorpion just above his crotch with a red “plus” sign. I felt like such a slut. We fucked for a good few minutes before he came inside me, filling me up with his warm sperm. I clenched my hole to not make a mess and pulled my pants up, got my shirt on, and left his car. I gave him a smile before I went back to the bar and greeted my fiance, with a stranger's semen deep inside me. He smiled at me and gave me a wink, He handed me his number and told me to let him know when I get his “gift”. I gave him a puzzled look. He then pointed at his tat and smiled. I got home and googled his tattoo, my cock instantly became hard, and for the first time in our relationship. I fucked my fiance. He saw me with a devilish look in my eyes. He never put up a fight. I slid my 5inch cock into his ass with relative ease. Something told me this was not his first time taking a cock ever let alone that day. I gave him 10 hard thrusts and pumped a 5-day load into his fucked ass. We both fell asleep, but he woke me up a little bit later standing naked holding two pieces of paper. He asked me if this guy fucked me? I nodded yes. I asked how he knew…because he fucked me too he said quietly. “You know he pozzed us” he said quietly. I again nodded, “yes”. And with that my fiance’s cock grew to his 7 inch to full mast. He pounced on me and shoved his cock in my already fucked hole. He did not last long flooding me with his still negative load. After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. There may be a part 2. Let me know what you like I love your hot feedback her and in my messages Joey

Chapter 4: Let's Talk. Although I wanted to tell my friend about what I did on the phone, I knew it had to be in person. It was a few days before he called saying his dad was away, and invited me over. I'm glad it had been a few days, as it gave me some time to think about things. Was I gay, or simply experimenting? I convinced myself it was just experimenting. I was curious to hear what my friend thought. When I arrived he was once again on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette. I got on the chair next to him, and he offered me one. Although not fond of them, I was nervous and thought it would help. Aparently he was nervous too as he immediately lit up another cigarette right after smoking the first. As it turns out, so did I. Luckily it was him that broke the ice by saying he had something to ask me. Funny enough, it was the same question I had for him. Do you think we're gay or just experimenting? I told him I had thought about it and felt it was experimenting. I then asked if he had ever been with a girl, and he said yes, but no sex just making out and kissing. He said that they did get naked and the girl said she wanted him to fuck her, but was a virgin and afraid of his huge cock. He said it was odd, as he didn't get hard with her like he did when we got together. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and I admitted I hadn't. I was body conscious and although I wouldn't mind being with a girl, I'd never make the first move, she would have to. He joked saying maybe he should fix us up as she'd be able to take my cock. What an ass, but that's what friends are for! Of course, I always get the last jab in, and told him I was gonna let him taste my cum before, but not now! Of course I was kidding and we both pulled our shorts down and started stroking. It wasn't long before he reached over stroking my cock, and me his. It was amazing stroking a cock at least 2 inches longer than mine. I think he enjoyed stroking mine too as where he had me on length, I had him on girth. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads, and tasted each others cum. His was tasty, but as usual more watery than my thick creamy loads. We then jumped into the pool to rinse off, but I didn't stay long, lying by saying my step dad had plans for us. In reality, I wanted to get home and think about what all had happened earlier. Of course, I was still horny, got naked, grabbed my bottle of lotion and started fingering my hole. This time using my index finger and getting it in up to the knuckle. I'm not sure if I actually hit my prostrate, but I did shoot my first hands free load! Next up. Chapter 5: Just Say Gay

I don’t live close, so can’t claim To be an expert, but if you do manage to get to Darlaston, I think Wednesdays (naked/small towel) and Sundays are best. Have you been to or heard of Roast? It’s a new-ish party in London, which apparently is as close to XXL as you will get in the capital these days…

No, that would be okay. Why don't you start a new thread? Call it "Scorpion Bikers Continued" or something. I can help you link the threads, if you don't know how to do that.

So it's been a lot of time that I have in my mind this thing of having my ass flooded with tons cum. 5 months ago when i started to get fucked BB, the first time I felt a big cock pumping hot cum inside me i become crazy :P...hot as fuck. Never been into a true gangfuck thing btw...only 2 or 3 guys fucking me all night long. My loads record is 7 in 24h. So yesterday while showering at the gym I took a decision that it's time to seriously beat that record. I wanna get used and loaded over and over. The 22th i'll go to Berlin...the timing is perfect...there will be fickstutenmarkt (horse fair) the 26th. Any suggestion? Thoughts? What would be a good new record to beat?

ANON WANKED LOAD I had a quick message from a horny 37 yr old married guy. He asked if I could help him with a fantasy. He had alway wanted to see his load go inside a guy. He asked if I’d like to take his thick creamy load into my tunnel plug while I was hooded and ass up. He had never played with a guy and wanted to take a wank and feed a hole. Of course I said yes. It felt incredibly horny being ass up as V a stranger was taking a wank behind me. It felt even better when he released his load and I felt hot cum filling my gaping hole up. A very horny experience and a perfect breed with a strangers load!

Well, put that embarrassment aside, as it's only productive as a potential inducement to alter your thinking. Congratulate yourself for arriving at a new level of understanding, and keep asking yourself questions. And, trying out those new answers with active use. Embarrassment is a great motivator, but what really counts is what happens after that particular realization comes. Congrats !!! 😉

That's just somebody saying they're a total bottom but pretending to be a top.

Part 6 – Craving the Gift Liam stood over Martin and James, deciding it was time to take the handsome young man for himself. Too many young guys struggled trying to take Liam’s cock. Liam had waited until his next conquest had been opened up and properly stretched so Liam could enjoy taking him. He’d taken lots of younger guys, most of them would-be models giving it up for a chance to network in the industry; too many of them were adequate at best, and failed to earn the gifts he had to share. James was going to be a rare treat. Intelligence, youth, and success on top of his incredible looks. He was someone who was used to controlling his situation and directing the outcome. Liam was about to take all of that away from James. “He’s coming for you,” Martin said into James’ ear. James watched as Liam took up position between his legs. Some small part of his mind was saying this was crazy — getting fucked out in public like this, surrounded by strangers, and someone he barely knew anything about preparing to take him. But the rest of him craved what was happening in a way he’d never felt before. Liam looked like a Norse god, his blonde hair blazing in the late afternoon sun, his lean, muscular body stretching up into the sky above James’ own athletic body. Liam was stroking his long, uncut cock, spreading lube up and down his shaft in preparation to take James. He felt like a mortal sacrifice awaiting his fate. Liam exuded confident energy and strength: James could only submit himself to Laim’s raw desire. He couldn’t resist. Wordlessly, his legs lifted, knowing this was the right thing to do. Liam grinned, looking down upon the athletically toned 20-something spread before him. The guy was half his age, his legs up and hole eagerly awaiting Liam’s pleasure. The blonde man leaned forward, his body’s weight hovering and then settling on top of James, pressing the younger man’s knees into his shoulders and exposing his freshly bred hole as Liam’s long, stiff cock began to seek it out on its own. He pressed his weight into James, the hot young man groaning in submission. The French-Canadian cock was like a long pole that he deliberately sank into the anxious younger man’s vulnerable hole. James groaned as the hefty cock filled him. He could feel it’s length going deeper than any of the others he’d taken this week. “oh yeah,” Liam exhaled, letting his cock rest inside the young piece of ass. “I can feel the other loads in you. You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” His accent sounded thicker than earlier and incredibly sexy. He flexed his cock, and James whimpered. “Your ass is pozzed now. You want an ass full of poz loads, don’t you, whore?” “Yes,” James said meekly. He was finding it impossible to take a full breath with Liam pressed on top of him. Liam began moving his cock, at first just a few long, deep strokes, but then he angled the strokes, stretching James’ athletic ass even wider than the other. James had never had an uncut cock inside him before; he could feel the hardness sliding in and out of its uncut sheath. It felt like a massage rather than the usual friction. James was instantly under Liam’s spell. “Uhhhhhh. Ah! Uhhhhh!” “Do you see the crowd around us? They all see what a whore you are. They want to see me breed you.” James felt a thrill surge through him. Everything Liam said was true. “Let them hear you moaning like a little whore.” Liam plunged his long cock into James’ slick hole. “UHHHH!” James didn’t have to try to be louder. His moans and groans were genuine as the powerful man used him. Liam shifted positions so he was kneeling on the blanket, James legs bent on either side of him. Both men’s physiques were fully displayed for the hungry crowd. Liam’s tall, slender body flexed as he drove his cock in and out of the man half his age. James’ athletically built body was laid bare for all eyes, his thick pecs heaved and glistened with sweat in the waning daylight, his toned legs wrapped on either side of the man pounding him. Liam rose up and backward onto his knees, gripping James’ ankles and spreading him wide. He plunged his long dick into his conquest, savoring the young man’s grunt as he was impaled, and then slowly pulled out, letting the head rest in the spasming sphincter muscle. Liam watched the head of his thick cock as it teased the hungry hole, plugging just the head in and out of the hole. Despite the pounding it was taking, Liam felt the young man’s sphincter closing around his cock with every stroke. “FUCK! Your ass is so hot! No wonder everyone in town is breeding it.” James wanted to say something, but that part of his brain had shut down. All he could do was moan, grunt and whimper as this god mounted and used him. Again and again he felt himself filled with the stiff tool that took his breath away, and the intense mingling of relief and desire whenever the long shaft pulled out. He’d never experienced anything like this before — used as a fuck toy outdoors in front of a crowd. He felt exhilarated! And he didn’t want it to end. Again he groaned, barely believing that he was the person making these noises, under the spell of this man who he’d only met a couple hours ago. “This is so hot to watch,” Martin whispered in his ear. “My husband’s cock is amazing, isn’t it?” Again James wanted to speak, but all that came out was a half-grunt and a nod as Liam impaled him again. Martin ran his hand over James’ sculpted pecs and abs, feeling the muscles ripple as the young man was fucked senseless in the dunes. James’ muscular legs were bent in the air as Liam pressed himself deep inside. Martin knew this was simply a conquest for Liam — he likely wouldn’t remember the much younger man’s name tomorrow, but he would relish having taken someone with such a hot body. “Hold his arms back,” Liam commanded Martin. James felt his arms pressed out to the sides, Martin’s strength holding him down, unable to do anything but accept the pounding from this blonde god. Martin was hard again watching James powerless between them. He wanted to kiss James deeply, but didn’t want to sacrifice hearing the younger man’s desperate moaning. “Uhhhhhh! Ah! Uhhhh!” Liam felt the last vestiges of control seep out of James’ body. He had him. Now it was time to finish his conquest and claim his prize. “You want my gift, don’t you, whore?” Liam said as he started to pick up the pace of his fucking. James moan as his ass was spread wider. He knew what was coming. He desperately wanted it. And all he could do now was moan for it. “Little whore is ready for this poz load.” Liam stretched forward again, his body covering James’ athletic body, pressing the young man into the blanket and the sandy dune beneath it. James was trapped and powerless. Liam was pounding deep into the upturned ass, his long strokes becoming shorter and more intense as the pressure in his balls began to build exponentially. At first James could feel the blonde god’s heavy balls slapping against his bare ass, but that sensation faded as Liam got closer to cumming, his balls drawing up tight as they prepared to release. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Liam’s head rocked backward even as he plunged downward into the hungry hole. He gave several primal grunts, marking each of the deep thrusts that he allowed to linger inside James’ ass. James felt the shock waves rocking Liam’s body as he began to pumping his pozzed jizz into him. He felt the thick cock spasming as it released a wave of cum. Liam grunted again, letting his cock slide deep up into James’ guts, extracting a groan from the young man who was feeling yet another load filling him. Liam’s body quaked as his muscle tension released. Conquests should be savored, and he looked into the freshly conquered boy’s eyes. There was total submission in James’ eyes; an acceptance of his fate as a cumdump. Liam stayed inside him, wanting to be certain that none of his seed escaped the little whore’s ass. He wanted to see him trek back across the dunes, a marked whore with the loads still inside his prime piece of ass. Martin leaned forward and kissed James passionately. Liam withdrew, rolling his weight back into a kneeling position. He admired his own glistened cock, covered with frothy cum. He stood up, gazing down on his conquest. James was laying there in the waning sunlight as a few guys in the crowd clapped before moving on. James couldn’t move and laid there breathing heavily. His body was exhausted while totally relishing the intense sexual experience. He could feel his stretched hole wet with lube and cum, and couldn’t imagine anything better. I watched for a couple moments longer as Martin caressed James, then turned away, leaving my cumdump boyfriend laying there in the dunes.

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

Heh. It’s not the way I treat my colon that concerns me. The way other men treat my colon almost certainly doesn’t qualify as ‘taking good care’. …At least, not in the sense you mean.

This is delightful! The detail and nuance make it a perfect gem, and I feel satisfied by it. The ending is so lovely, I don't want a sequel, I just want to treasure it as it is.

@Spunkinmyarse I haven't but will look it up and try to go when I get back from GC at the end of March @sluttony I couldn't agree more with every word you have just said. So many places have now closed and yes it is all in the luck of the Bareback Gods, we all have good and bad days at these places if we're honest.

We really need to start supporting these places again. The handful of times I've been to the Luton Greenhouse since lockdown, there were literally more staff than members and nothing was happening. And this was on naked night. Darlaston was busier but again there seemed to be a distinct lack of action and what was there was behind closed doors. I don't know but the whole sleazy vibe of places seems to have diminished and/or there's lots of overly choosy guys. Though I do accept that I probably just got unlucky on the visits. That is the luck of things with saunas and cruises.

I didn't suck cock until I was in college. There was a bookstore with a porn magazines in one section that i discovered was very cruisy I made eyes contact with a guy and when I left he followed me to my car. He got in and we both started groping. Each other. He pulled his cock out. It was pretty small and I started sucking him. He came very quickly and I swallowed his entire load.

What about treating it prophylactically (or after the fact) with massive amounts of garlic (so a partial naturopathic approach) ? Of course serious illness cannot be overcome necessarily using just naturopathic medicine but very large doses of garlic have often proven invaluable for me when confronted with diarrhea.

And my point remains: What one personally believes, and what one is able to accomplish within the political realm given the political realities of the local, state, or federal system in which one is operating, are two different things. Conflating the two, or worse, pretending that anything that transpires while a given official holds power is directly attributable to him, is silliness. You're definitely doing the first. I can't speak for the second. You phrase this as though "taking responsibility for" (or not) is the only relevant response, in order to shoot down the idea that we are personally responsible for what happened before. Of course we're not. The problem is that today's suit-and-tie white supremacists use that argument to say we can't then actually look at the system to see how whites benefitted (and blacks were harmed), because we don't have to "take responsibility" for those actions. These people don't even want us acknowledging those systems existed, because it utterly destroys their narrative that black people have been free to better themselves for generations and we have no responsibility to fix those problems. Individually, no, we don't have to "take responsibility for" something we didn't do. But COLLECTIVELY, as a society, we sure as fuck OUGHT to, morally speaking. I know that anecdotes are not the singular form of data, but I will give a little of my own background as one example. Of my four great-grandfathers, one was a dirt poor farmer with about a third-grade education, one was a traveling sharecropper, one was a general laborer on a plantation, and the fourth - the only one to have made a little "something" of himself, managed the livestock at a different plantation. The first one's son, my paternal grandfather, managed to get at least a partial high school education and ended up working for the postal office, rising over the years to the local superintendent of carriers. His wife, my paternal grandmother (one of 11 children) somehow managed to finish high school and got a clerical state job. On the other side of the family, my paternal grandfather left school in the 6th grade and went to work for a window and door company owned by his uncle by marriage, then started his own glass business in his 1930's. His wife, my maternal grandmother, was one of 7 children who lived to adulthood, and the six girls ALL got a higher education of some sort, even though for some it was business education (like stenography, typing, or bookkeeping) - my grandmother was a teacher until she got married and had kids. None of that would have been possible if my four great-grandfathers had been black, not white. Higher ed was closed to black students at that time (the only historically black college in La. at the time was more like a high school because so few students had a secondary education worth a dime). Starting a business like my grandfather did wasn't an avenue open to blacks, either - at least not one that would serve white customers. The post office was segregated and hired very few blacks at the time - especially in the south - and most state jobs (other than basic manual labor), like my grandmother's, were white-only. And none of them started with any material advantages. My mom's dad died rich, because he made a small fortune in glass contracting as our home city boomed dramatically in the 20th century. My dad's dad retired with an extremely comfortable pension from the post office and played golf. My own parents and most of their siblings got higher educations. My generation basically lacked for nothing (and some of my cousins grew up in comparatively wealthy families). And yes, each generation along the way worked for what they got. But they at least had the opportunity to do that work, and to advance, in ways that for 100 years after slavery was impossible for almost any black person. To acknowledge that slavery and its racism/discrimination progeny is responsible for a big chunk of the gap between my economic status, and that of some of the black kids I grew up around, is the LEAST I can do. I don't have to "take responsibility" for what the people in power did in 1870 or 1890 or 1915 or 1940. But I'm certainly not going to say I didn't ultimately benefit from it. Focusing on what one "takes responsibility for" and nothing but that misses the point entirely.

you're keeping me horned up!!!

Nice new chapter!

The more loads in there, the better. All that cum oozing out on my balls as I fuck....mmmmm. Keeps me hard longer.

Sadly, it's all just a fantasy. Believe me, I WISH they existed!!

Agreed. Please sir, coming to Toronto next week. How can I have honor of being used by you?

I post on DoubleList yesterday looking to have sph and to be used. This guy had a nice 7.5 think cock but we had no lube so he used my mouth and slobber worked his cock hard then i got on the carpeted floor on my hands knee let him work hars cock with just spit in my ass that has not been penitrated in years he fuck my hard once he got in bled last night like i was faggot he got his first cock ever it hard but felt good he said he was married and clean but only time will tell. I need so much more. Here is a photo after he was done.

The vault is very busy on thurs eve naked night, all kids of guys fitties, fatties, young, old, really all kinds but with one thing in mind.. sex. arriving at 19hr it is common to find a queue out into the street to get in. and yes most of the fucking there is bb. I have been other nights too, but thurs night is packed and rampant. 🙂

Once you go last about 75 … does it really matter?:) okay yes it totally does I’ve definitely had my hole filled by over 150 guys on a few occasions In 24 hours.. honestly after a while though the guys are usually fucking and felching more seed outta your hole than they end up putting in when they cum !:)

Finding guys to fuck on Grindr wasn´t difficult for Miles. He was only 20, slim, with a few muscles here and there and generally attractive. On the outside he was a nice young man, always smiling and being friendly to others. But on the inside he had a secret desire that nobody knew about... It was a hook up like any other for Chris. Small talk on Grindr, exchanging pictures and then meeting up to fuck. And he got lucky this time with a cute twinkish kid who almost looked too innocent to fuck. Though being rather muscular and big in stature he did have some trouble finding partners because of his poz status. Medication was not an option for him personally and condoms were a big nuisance for. Still he used them because most guys insist on using them and he didn´t want to spread what he had. They were in a heavy make out session, Miles on top of Chris, both only in boxers, shirts and pants long abandond. The 20 year old had planed for this day a long time and so far everything was going according to plan. While french kissing he moved his hand down over his abs bit-by-bit, ever slowly rubbing his ass over the big bulge beneath him, causing Chris to moan into the kiss and grabing his tight ass harder. Teasing guys always came easy for the twink. After a few minutes he brought both of his hands up and grabed the tops wrists and within seconds restraint him to the bed in with his handcuffs, which were conveniently placed under the pillow. "Hey, what ar-" Chris tried to protest, but was almost immediately silenced by another kiss. Miles had a plan every intention on going through with it. This was not something Chris agreed to, but he had to admit that he liked the aggressive bottom. He soon calmed down and Miles pulled back. "Hope you don´t mind, I thought maybe it would add a certain thrill to it" the kid said. Before he could answer the twink began to crawl lower, kissing and licking on his way to the already leaking bulge in the tops boxers. For Chris it felt like hours until the twink finally got to his dick. The piece of cloth hiding his poz stick got pulled down and it sprang free, almost hitting Miles in the face. With no time to lose he began to decent down the tops dick, sucking and slurping as best as he could while Chris was just a moaning mess. He wasn´t used to be restraint, being unable to do anything, completely exposed. Like a river the pre cum flowed into the willing and eager mouth of the bottom. With the top handcuffed and at his mercy, Miles sucked that big dick infron of him like there was no tomorrow but he had to be carefully not to bring the top too close to the edge, or worse, over it. He knew that Chris wouldn´t last long if he would keep this up, so after a short period of time he looked up, straight into the eyes of the man bound to his bed, and pulled hos own boxers down. The look in Miles eyes was one of hunger as he crawled up and began kissing Chris again. "We need a condom cutie..." Chris panted, pulling back from the hungry bottom. "Why´s that, raw feels way better, doesn´t it?" the kid said with an evil grin. He knew about his status, afterall this was the whole reason why he even did all this. "I´m poz dude, we really shouldn´t be doing it raw!" Chris said, however his eyes betrayed his true desire. "What was your viral load again...?" the bottom asked while shifting a bit lower and grabbing the poz dick again. The handcuffed man had trouble thinking clearly. Being restraint, dominated and the opportunity to fuck a cute twink raw made him almost dizzy. "600000, that´s really toxic. It´s extremly dangerouse!" he tried to explain. "Extremly dangerouse you say? So I shouldn´t be doing this...?" Miles said while collecting a large amount of toxic pre cum and slowly inserting it deep into his tight hole, looking into Chris eyes the entire time.

The developing resistance of Shigella to antibiotics is nothing new. We used to treat it empirically. Now we direct care based on sensitivity when we send a sample off. This is one of those diseases where you don't treat the diahrea with Lopreinide or Lomotil. Stopping diarrhea can make things worse. Shigella isn't the only thing you can get from fecal contamination. Like everything, the individual needs to evaluate the risks. Young, old, and immunocompromised all have a higher chance of having problems. From the National Library of Medicine The antibiotic regimen used for the treatment can be divided into two groups based on age. Antibiotic susceptibility testing is highly recommended as resistance to the drugs is common and may vary regionally. (Superintendent of Military Public Health)

Not just rimming... sucking a cock that's been in someone's hole is also just as risky.

I had a guy hit me up. He said he was totally straight. He just wanted to see my ass in person. Since he was very close I said okay He came over and looked. Before I knew it his dick was out and rubbing on my ass Then he just shoved it in and started fucking In. Few minute shot his load deep in my ass after he said he was 100% straight but got carried away Right I said you may be bi but you like fucking guys

Good question and have thought about myself. I prefer a rock hard cock myself penetrating and filling me. I’ve seen porn where the top’s cock is large, length-wise, but seems to bend quite a bit as he’s putting it in and never gets hard enough to do more than just slide in and out… the feeling is different.

I got MRSA from a tiny cut on my elbow. The smallest, most benign cut you ever saw. I don’t even think it bled. Days later, my right arm was purple and the size of a cartoon sledgehammer, with no range of motion. Was super close to being hospitalized until my doctor took measurements and noticed that the swelling was subsiding, and antibiotics working. It was a three month ordeal. I’ve had cancer before but the MRSA experience was way more frightening.

Back story young top hit me up on an app, met up and surprise his cock is a thick uncut forearm. He apologized and said if I couldn’t take it and wanted to go he’d understand as guys can’t take him. Anyway, I did, lol, but said my poppers were old and if I had fresh he could rail me as hard as he wanted as deep as he could go. He was skeptical Last night I messaged him I just got a fresh bottle of poppers on a trip out of town and of course he asked if he could fuck me. I of course said yes. Needless to say he was fucking amazed. Slid in and suprise! My ass swallowed his thick dick balls deep with just 1 squirt of lube. Fucked me in several positions then had me straddle him. He was concerned he was hurting me so I assured him he was good and I grabbed the base of his cock, pulled back his foreskin and drove him as deep as I could as fast as I could and held him there grinding against his hips. His eyes rolled back thrusting as I rode him meeting his thrust driving him as deep as he could go. Then he was like oh fuck I’m cumming, fuck fuck I’m going to cum. He bred me deep and held my hips pressing himself hard against me. Said to let him recharge in my hole and he’d have another go. Then started talking about how amazing my ass felt wrapped around him both loose like nothing then tight. So I of course slowly started rocking and squeezing my hole muscles more. The look of shock on his face. He was like omg what are you doing? That’s fucking amazing, omg that feels amazing. How are you doing that? No one has ever done that it’s like your ass is jerking my cock off, fuck…cue eyes rolling back again and I feel his cock filling my hole resisting the squeezing. Round two was underway and a bit harder and rougher use of my hole once he realized this daddy could take him, all of him without an issue. He rolled me over and really pounded me until his moaning changed louder. He was slamming hard against me the bed banging and him yelling a deep primal guttural sound…..then load two was dripping from my wrecked hole. He could not stop talking about how he’s NEVER had anyone take his cock like that and he had never cum like that in anyone ever or had anyone jerk him off with their ass or an ass that just lubed it’s self. (Side note when fucked my ass lubes and gets wet like a pussy idk why) . He asked if I liked it and if I’d come back this dude is 10+ inches he’s at least 8” thick and cums fountains. Nice kid too. Always glad when this DILF can show a young guy what his big cock can do in the right hole 😉 and yes, we will be fucking again. A lot! Haha

Basement is where it's at for the barebackers and breeders these days! Place has definitely picked up pace in the last few months and has had a very strong december. Impossible going there and not leaving with a smile.

A few more notifications have trickled in over the past few days for this story. I haven't forgotten it, and do intend to carry on, and finish it.

that is really hot as a bottom i feel like i need my hole to be used hard and not have control of it. i would love to feel a big cock forcing open my tight hole and making me feel like i have no control.

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Part 2 The Next time I saw him was the next evening. I had decided to go to one of the local clubs to have a few drinks and do some dancing with a few local friends. It was a bigger club that had lots of smaller bars/rooms within that you could hang out in. Even a little leather and cigar pool table room hidden in the back. But because of that odd layout it had a couple different bathrooms. And some were known to be sleazier than the others. But most everybody knew that. So, my friends, Michael and Bruno are having a good time with me. We are dancing after a few drinks and Michael says he has to go to the bathroom. We tell him we will wait for him here on the dancefloor and off he runs. Apparently, Bruno wanted a little alone time with me anyway because he started hard core grinding on me and making out with me as soon as Michael made it to the edge of the dance floor. He had me rock hard and precumming and it just kept going. He was feeling all of my body and holding on to it like he wanted to put it all inside of him. It was enthralling. And it just kept going. I was gonna have rubbed raw dick in my pants if this kept up. I was so caught up in the tongue in my mouth and the ass in my hands I didn’t notice when Michael got back. “Holy Shit!” Michael exclaimed and startled us by grabbing our shoulders. I thought he was upset, but I had thought he and Bruno weren’t together so I couldn’t figure out why. He was shaking and he started to drag us off the dance floor. I wasn’t sure I was up for the drama that I thought this was gonna be, but he finally got us out on the patio where we could talk. And when he finally turned around to face us, he was shaking. “What’s up dude? I was trying to get David here to fuck me on the dancefloor.” Bruno said with a sly grin. “Is that what you were doing?” I asked Bruno. “I wondered what the sudden sexual assault was.” “Michael got you last time, this time I wanted a turn. I had to hear all about it from him last time.” Bruno whined. “So you do kiss and tell, huh Michael?” I said. “Fuck off, that’s not what is important at the moment. I just did something I have never done before. I went to the sleazy bathroom next to the leather bar, just to see what was going on.” Michael said. “And which celebrity did you think was getting a bj this time?” Bruno mused as he rolled his eyes. “No, not that this time. There was this hot little number getting railed. I mean fucked hard right there next to the urinal. Like in order to pee I was going to have to stand next to the ass slapping fucking that was going on. They weren’t even in the stall. They didn’t notice me but before I could catch my breath this tall lean athletic top just shoved in hard and started grunting. Had the guys face pushed up against the wall and was unloading his balls.” “Damn, that sound hot as hell. Like having live porn happen right in front of you.” Bruno said, because I was basically drooling at what Michael had said. “It was almost too much for me, I thought I was gonna shoot in my shorts. The top pulled out and I heard the plop of cum hit the bathroom floor. The top pulled up his pants quickly and turned to me and noticed me and said, “Hot piece of ass, u should try it.” I laughed awkwardly. I thought for sure the bottom would pull up his shorts and leave but he just stayed there, bent over and breathing heavy, facing the wall. Not realizing how long I was standing there or how much I was staring the slut turned to look at me. He nodded at me like he was greeting me or encouraging me. So, I nodded back at him. He then nodded at his ass and asked, “You wanna?” I didn’t know what to do. I had started to unbutton my fly on the way in to pee. So, I was holding my pants and zipper. And I don’t know what came over me, but I did it. I whipped it out, already mostly hard and he just backed up to me. He lined his ass up and just took my cock in his slutty little hole. I was so turned on it took nothing. Maybe 10 strokes and I blew my wad deep in that hole. And the crazy thing is the fucker started shivering when I jizzed. He was so excited to get a load blown in his hole. I pulled out quickly and realized I still had to piss, stepped up to the urinal to empty my bladder and he smiled over at me and said “I can take care of that too if you want.” I just laughed and said “No, thanks. You’ve done more than enough” as I pissed in the urinal. He then smiled at my cum covered cock and then said “at least let me clean it up before you head back out” and before I could stop him he was sucking my dick clean. When he felt it was good, he pulled my underwear up and patted my thigh and said “Thank you, tell your friends” And I thought, this is a story I will be telling my friends for years to come!” “Holy shit, Michael! You just fucked some random slut in the bathroom?!?” Bruno Exclaimed. “It wasn’t planned, some hot dude tells you this ass is great and this cute guy is bent over and totally wanting it, you just take it. I did it without even thinking.” Michael says. “Is he still in there? Which bathroom was it?” I blurt out without thinking. Neither of my friends is terribly prudish but they don’t frequent the baths either. They prefer the regular hook ups with a few mild daring things. Not the super slut, spunk filled, hole stretched cum dumps I tended to seek out. They knew my type and just assumed I like to hook up like they did. “He was in the naughty bathroom in the back.” Michael said “Of course, you went to the naughty bathroom, you hooker.” Burno said “You know I just like to see who is in there, the gossip is just too good to pass up.” Michael sassed. I sat there tying to figure out how I was gonna sneak away when the opportunity jumped into my brain. “That’s freaking awesome Michael, you need a drink after that. I’m gonna run to see Josiah over in the leather bar and get one of his great drinks and get you a good strong drink. Do you want one?” I ask to Bruno. He nods and I’m out of there. I had to see if that slut hole was still there. I weave through the crowd to that small bathroom in the back corner, the good thing is the leather bar is around the corner from that door, so I at least looked like I was going the right way. When I opened the door, I was a little disappointed. There was no one in the front part by the 3 urinals or the sink. And it was quiet. The bathroom had an odd L shape and there was a stall around the back wall of the urinals so I figured I would see what may be going on over there. As I was about to turn the corner this thick football player looking guy came out of the stall and I saw just a peek of him in there. The football guy smiled as he walked by and said, “That slut has been well used, just a warning” I looked in, and saw it was the same slut from the baths the day before. He looked so hot there. He was bent over the toilet, leaking hole facing the door, his head was hanging down as he seemed to be shivering, but not cold, almost like he was high. I got a better look at his body this time. Nice tan skin, tight lithe body, dark hair on his head, but hairless from the neck down. He obviously shaved or waxed. I reached out and had to pet his ass. He pushed into my hand, craving the touch. I used my other hand to spread his cheeks. As I did a big drop of cum fell out and landed on his thong underwear he had pulled down between his legs. I was staring at this cum dripping hole again. I couldn’t believe my luck. I thought for sure last night was the only time I would ever get to enjoy that hole. I was determined to enjoy this hole as much as I could. I bent down to rim that hole and as I got close, I was overcome by the smell of cum that filled my nostrils. That hole was a sloppy mess with some nice swollen lips. I could feel the heat coming off that ass. I stuck out my tongue and instantly tasted that funk that can only be semen. He felt my tongue and dove back on my tongue. This bitch wanted anything he could get in his hole. My tongue was his current victim. And I enjoyed it. I was sucking on his hole enjoying the cum, the heat, and feeling of his ass. It really was a loose sloppy. My tongue was spinning loops looking for every corner I could reach with my tongue enjoying feeling him squirm, moan and enjoy. As I was sucking on his hole with my nose planted in his crack and holding my breath because I didn’t want to come up for air, I heard the door open. It reminded me that I didn’t have endless access to this ass. I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from the sex candy that was his ass and pulled out my cock that had been straining to get out of my pants since I saw that it was the same boy for the night before. I released my cock and he reached back to pull his cheeks apart. I took my cock head and started rubbing it up and down his crack. He wasn’t having that. He grabbed my cock and lined it up with his hole. He knew what he wanted. He got the head in and sat there. I thought he would back onto my cock immediately like he did that day before. But it was like he was contemplating or memorizing or trying to remember my cockhead. Or maybe just wanting me to make the final stroke. So, I did. After letting him just enjoy the head for a good few seconds and then I gave into my urge and slammed all the way in. His hole tightened and squirmed as he screamed from the sudden thrust. It was so wonderful. I let him pant and squirm as he enjoyed getting used to it. Then I started stroking. His hole was making all those wonderful sloppy noises and I was loving it. I heard the squeak of the stall door and looked over my shoulder to see some short thick boy in overalls rubbing his bulge. Knowing he wanted in this ass I fucked it hard and deep. Trying to hit every angle I could to make the cum in his ass keep squishing out and running down our balls. Once I found and started pounding against his prostate his hole would tense with each hit. That was it. I couldn’t take it any longer. I pushed as deep as I could and felt my balls pull up. I unloaded deep in his ass as I gasped to catch my breath. I loved feeling my cock pulse in his ass. I felt like my balls were trying to climb into his ass too. That was the best hole I had felt for a long time. I finally pulled out and saw more cum covering more of that red thong between his legs. I stepped to the side. Assuming the blonde shorty wanted a turn, I moved over. I moved out of the stall as the dude tried to kick the guys feet apart. The shorts and underwear got in the way, so he pulled the shorts and underwear off. That way he could spread the slut’s ass and get to his hole at a better height. I had pulled my pants up and decided in that moment to steal the slut’s thong. I wanted to remember this little bitch and his cunt for a long time to come. I stuffed the thong in my pocket as I was walking out of the bathroom and I heard the thick boy calling him a bitch cunt and heard the unmistakable sound of his cock shoving into a sloppy hole. I walked out of the bathroom and was smiling ear to ear. So happy I had two chances to enjoy this little slut. I spent the rest of the night remembering his hole. So much so I went to try and find his hole again later that night before leaving but I never saw him again. I had wondered if he saw me but assumed, he didn’t know or care. And I kind of liked that, at least for now. He was a total slut hole, and that’s why I liked him. I flew home the next day assuming I would never see him again. But turns out I was wrong.

I love a PA in my ass or mouth especially with a POZ Man. The bigger the better. If it scrapes it is doing its job, as for chipping teeth I don't have any.

I've never liked the word "gay". I always felt the word is trying to label us as something 'different', and had connotations of camp, effeminate behaviour, liking pink and fashion, hating sport etc. My personality doesn't fit those "queer" stereotypes, nor do any other guys I know. I'm a man like any other and my interests and personality are not shaped by who I have sex or a relationship with. I am not gay: I am a human being like everybody else. And I don't think I'm alone. Judging by how many feel the need to put "straight-acting" in their online profiles, I think the majority of MSM wish to distance themselves from that "gay" label, the camp stereotype and the "queer culture". In fact, my local STD Clinic doesn't use the gay label, only "Men who have Sex with Men". I recently read a very insulting article about what they were deeming "gay shame". It was written because the "queer culture" is dieing in the UK, and the article was alleging that people are shunning it because they are ashamed to be gay! How about the complete opposite: being "gay" is so normal and accepted that it is not the definitive part of their personality anymore? How ridiculous to believe people's sexual preference dictates their personality and because you like men you should also like drag acts, and the rest of "queer culture". If gay people can be homophobic, the people behind that article are homophobic. Your sexuality affects your personality as much as your hair colour affects your intelligence!

He reached back and slapped my head away from his ass, as he returned to his full upright position. With his enormous cock swinging with each macho step, he made his way to the bar in the living room and pulled a backless bar stool next to the arm of the couch. “Come here,” he beckoned, stroking his ten inches. Shaking, I slowly got up from my knees. My limbs were stiff and my face, chest, and stomach were covered with hardening bodily fluids. I was terrified of what was next and I couldn’t believe I was willingly moving toward it. The saddest part is, it wasn’t because my father had threatened to not pay for college. I didn’t know why I was moving toward it. “Bend over this stool,” he commanded and I quickly followed his orders. Harshly, he ran his fingers over my ass hole, cramming a finger in and pulling it right back out. “You’re still fucking juicy, dude,” he said in disbelief. “You are such a fucking whore. You were born for this.” He spit four times into his palm and coated his dick with it, and then he pointed his monster cock straight up towards his face, lined his mouth up, and dropped a big glob of spit right on the rigid head of it. Smearing the spit all over the mushroom cap, he warned, “It’s in your own best interest to just relax,” and he began rubbing his pole against my opening, nudging in each time his cock ran across my pink pucker. It made me whine every time I felt him run the head of his dick across my hole. I felt him really start to nudge his way in. “What about lube, dude?” His hand came down hard on my ass, burning as if I had sat on an oven. He had held nothing back. “I’m not your dude, shit-for-brains!” he scolded, slapping my other cheek, spitting on it, smearing the spit, and then spanking it even harder, the force being multiplied by the wetness he had applied. “DO. YOU. UN-. DER-. STAND. ME?” he slapped a different cheek with each accented syllable, harder and harder. I howled through my belittling punishment until I finally broke down in a full out cry, “YES!!!” “Good.” He went back to sliding his fuck stick against my boy cunt, “Ask your question again.” I swallowed and asked carefully, “What about lube, Sir?” He chided in a Southern drawl, “If it doesn’t go in with spit and persistence, it ain’t love!” How could he think this was funny? I had no idea if I was going to be able to handle this and he was cracking jokes. He continued, “And I think you’re gonna’ love me a little bit when I’m through with you. So spit it is.” He kept nudging into me, and I tried to relax, but after a few nudges, he got impatient. With constant pressure on my sphincter, he pushed his engorged cock head past my first ring, causing me to scoot away a little bit and yelp. His powerful hands firmly grabbed my waist and stopped me from scurrying away and in the process, forced more of his cock into. I felt my insides stretching around this large invader, trying to accommodate its vastness. My walls wouldn’t adjust quickly enough and the pain was intense. I began howling again, begging him to slow down, but he was like an animal possessed now that I was wailing and writhing about. Steadily, he pushed inch after inch into my tearing rectum, producing sounds from me that I had never made before. Awful cat-like screeches as my ass was destroyed for the first time. All of a sudden, amidst the pain, an incredible sensation waved over me as I felt him hit the end of my ass. Feeling his thick head bump against that spot where he was bottoming out was sensational even though my ass still burned and flexed in stabbing pain. However, I was wrong. “You still have about two more inches to go,” he popped my bubble and pushed forward. I screamed out as I realized that what I thought was the end of my ass was actually just an inner ring that he was intent on tearing beyond repair as well. I felt so full, as if my ass was inflating. The pain was excruciating but I kept getting jolts of agonizingly exquisite sensations that would course through my body. Goose bumps rose up on my thighs and ass. “Yeah, look at those goose bumps. That cunt is cock hungry!” The waistband of my jockstrap was grab and twisted twice around his hand and wrist and pulled taut like the reins on a horse. His powerful erection started moving inside of me, finding a moderate groove. In reality, he was being nice to me since he wasn’t plowing me, but the fact is that it was my first time and he was over ten inches long and hilted in my virgin boy pussy. I thought I was going to pass out from the torturous fucking I was receiving. He began to pick up speed, my ass bouncing off of his hips, his percolating nuts slapping against my smooth pink ass. It felt like there was a steaming hot poker rammed up into my stomach, and I gritted my teeth, grunting and snorting like a pig, trying to soldier through the railing that this stud was carelessly giving my broken hole. My mind was clouded from the stabbing pain in my ass when suddenly I realized that my puny prick was flat against my stomach, more rigid than it had ever been with my girlfriend or from masturbating. What was this guy doing to me? What was he turning me into? “…turning you into a whore…” he mumbled, as if reading my thoughts while pounding into my colon. “…nice converted cum dump pussy bottom…” he hissed out through labored breaths. “How old are you, boy?” he asked without missing a slam of cock into me. Wiping the tears from my cheeks and wincing through another wave of pain as his rod found another unexplored corner of my pussy, I answered, “I turned 18 two weeks ago.” “Oh fuck! Goddamn, you are getting turned inside out and bred by some stranger almost three times your age. You are truly a fucked out cum bucket.” Granted he was hot, but it was still true. I was letting myself be fucked for the first time…no, completely used by a guy that would have been in his 30s when I was born. And at this point, although, it still hurt like hell, it was clearly what my body wanted. I was a disgusting little faggot to be so naturally cock hungry that I would grant some strange guy in his 50s carte blanche access to my holes. “Oh yeah, think about that…the stud behind you right now is 32 years older than you, breeding you like a bitch in heat. I didn’t convert until I was 45. You’re gonna’ have me beat by 27 years. 27 more years to enjoy the bug.” His hands gripped tighter on my 28” waist and his fucking got harder, more determined. Grunting through my words with every thrust that pushed my innards aside, I said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Chuckling, he slowed and long stroked his beer can cock in and out of my straining cunt and said, “Oh, right. I told you I would fill you in on the tattoo once your ass cheek touched while my dick was in you. So fair’s fair. What I meant by converting is that I turned poz five years ago. And you’ll be poz too when you walk out that door today.” “No, no…” I begged, freaking out and frantically tried to wiggle away. I just kept saying “no, no,” and fighting with all of my might to get him out of me. He laughed and almost effortlessly just held my hips in place with his erection about four inches inside of me. “Awww, no you don’t,” he kind of sang and then with one powerful pull of his hands, impaled me on his death stick. My back arched up and I screamed into the air like a howling wolf. “Can’t get away now,” he said with certainty, “the deal is done. It’s right there in the fucking letter, piggie.” I looked on the couch cushions at the yellow legal pad paper still laying there wet with my tears. My dad’s letter. The poisonous beast started hammering into me deeply, only pulling out about three or four inches, and then really punching into my inner ring. The motion and the pain made it difficult to focus on the letter, but eventually I was able to. Immediately, I zeroed in on the passage that my poz top was talking about: Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Holy shit, my father knew and this is why I was sent over. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. He was letting some buddy from the bar wreck my hole and shoot HIV into me. What had I done to deserve this? I had mouthed off to him. And I had disappointed him. Here I was getting in his face about being a man, meanwhile my girlfriend is bending his ear about how I can’t satisfy her. I just don’t know why she just didn’t break up with me then. Then it dawned on me, he had asked her not to. Not to spare my feelings but to spare his. So I didn’t embarrass him by losing this hot girl because I wasn’t man enough to keep her. And he started fucking her to keep her quiet about me. Then I – his disappointment of a son that he suspects is queer – starts mouthing off about being a man, and he decides to teach me a lesson. He was purposefully putting disease into his only son to prove to me that I wasn’t the big man I thought I was. That I was just a worthless receptacle for cum, toxic or clean, to be used by guys who were real men. And by real men, he meant guys with big dicks, not tiny ones like mine. I was fucked. I couldn’t let this happen. I clenched my ass trying to squeeze him out and instantly felt his member puff up bigger, “Fuck, faggot, you are a natural cum slut, milking my death stick like that.” My attempt to push him out was having the opposite effect and I immediately stopped contracting my ass. Undeterred, he teased me, “Awww, was that you trying to push me out? And what? You think I can’t make you milk that cock?” And with that he reached around and rolled both of my nipples between his fingers. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prevent my cunt from rhythmically squeezing and releasing his rod in response to the attention on my tits. “Atta’ boy.” I started bawling but my body just kept responding to his touch and his fucking. A rush of determination filled me and I began to crawl away, trying to remove his poisonous cock from my ass. He would have none of that and continued fucking me, mounting me like an animal. I used my arms to pull me forward, caught one of my feet on a wrung of the stool, and pushed. With grunts and guttural noises, his body remained on me as I tried desperately to flee onto the couch. Literally, I was fucked down the length of the couch as I tried to escape my fate. This fueled him as he continued to drill my ass, using my resistance as a way to turn my violation into more of a sport. Finally, I broke down, biting into far arm of the couch, screaming into the fabric as he ruthlessly trenched out my mancunt. Amazing how ten inches can feel like sixteen when it’s being dragged through your bowels. Every time he would pull himself out of me, it felt like he was taking my insides with him, turning me inside out. I also felt strangely empty, like it was wrong to have him out of me. As agonizing as it was to have him brutalizing my guts, I needed him back inside of me emotionally and physically. I beat my fist on the pillow next to my face, my teeth sinking into the dusty fabric of the couch arm, while visions of my rectum being pull outside of my asshole filled my head. There was so much I was scared of at that moment: of this man giving me his diseased sperm, of my ass being damaged beyond repair so that it had that slutty rosebud look with your pucker exposed and swollen, of my future. Was this my future, was this all I was good for? I would find out soon enough that the resounding answer was yes. Without warning, the cock was pulled out of me and he yanked me off the couch by my arm. My ass seized and spasmed in abrupt pain and I yelped loud enough for a neighbor to hear, I'm sure. “On your knees, suck the cock that was just in your asshole.” Before I knew it, I had fallen to my knees having been roughly thrown from the furniture and my mouth was full of his slimy snake. “Yeah, taste your ass. Taste good?” I just whined on his dick, his unyielding hands moving my head up and down on his rod. “Yeah, taste all that ass juice. Nice ass juice. Eat your ass off my dick.” Granted, I was a first time bottom, so I hadn’t cleaned out, but I made it a habit not to eat after 7:30pm and before I go to the gym, I only ever have liquids and fruit. On top of that, my diet is pretty healthy…so my ass is pretty clean, especially pre-gym. Thank God, there was no taste of shit or anything. It tasted of his pre-cum and it tasted of my insides, which I actually liked, which was just astounding. Something about being able to experience how I tasted ten inches inside of me was just so exciting to me. I felt pre-cum soaking the front of my jock strap. In addition to the nectar of his pre-cum and the nasty delicacy of my insides, I also tasted something metallic and coppery, but wasn’t sure what it was. I put it out of my head and the other tastes had me so fucking horny that I just slurped away on his manhood. “Good boy, goooo-oood boyyyy,” he whined, working through an intense moment of pleasure. “Nurse it, boy. That’s my little cum pup, it’s like a fucking pacifier for you. So fucking young, I love it. Just a kid. Well, all the kids I know like to play with toys. You like toys, bitch?” His cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up at him with big saucer eyes still holding his heavy cock in my hand, “What kind of toys?” What a stupid fucking question.