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So this happened a few weeks back, I was out late from work and having to walk home as I missed the last bus. Was walking though a rough place when I met with this big dude, he was clearly checking me out in my work clothes and asked me, “hey you delivering?” He asked (I was wearing my dominos uniform) I grinned and said “no sorry but what do you need and I can get it?” Winking he smirked and asked if I liked extra sausage, it was so corny but he was so built I couldn’t resist and just nodded, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him into a side alleyway. he pushed my shirt up on my head but not off covering my sight and started sucking on my nipples while he undid my belt pulling my trousers and underwear done leaving me naked and blind, he kissed down my body to my cock taking it in sucking me rough and hard. His hands rubbing my body but pulled off when I went to take my shirt off and told me to leave it on, so I did and he went back to sucking me off, his finger finding my hole pushing in hard to his knuckle finger fucking me as he sucked and licked my cock head, I can remember moaning loudly as I came into his mouth, he held my cock in his mouth milking the last drops before he got up pushing me to my knees a cock pressing against my mouth, I didn’t hesitate to take his cock in my mouth and suck it, it felt long and thin maybe 6inches and cut, I sucked him for a time before he pulled out and I heard him move round me and put his wet cock head against my hole and asked me, wanna back out? I just whimpered out a fuck me, and he pushed in deep before I realised the voice came from ahead of me not behind, then I felt a larger cock on my lips pushing in he was rougher and much like the guy I met I realised why I was blinded and was loving it. before long both guys were fucking my holes hard but the guy on my mouth was rougher and stopped a lot I was just gagging on his cock a lot as he left it in my throat. When I felt the wet feel in my ass I knew the unknown guy just came he slapped my butt and left not a word. The original guy pulled my shirt off and put me on my back on a bin before lining his cock with my ass and plunged in hard, I almost screamed from the pain but he kissed me silencing me until I got use to his size. He fucked me hard and didn’t let up until he unloaded in my ass just his cock through his fly. after he told me he would have to order pizza more and left, I went to get dressed and realised my underwear was gone and my shirt was covered in cum and ass juices, so I had to walk home commando and wearing the shirt the smell of my ass and their cum in my nose the whole way home.

Nelson continued to watch Thomas relentlessly fuck the boy. He watched the sweat drip and splash in all directions. He saw it pool and gather in the crevices created by Raymond's straining muscles. He watched as Raymond's hair became slick and matted with sweat. But most importantly, he watched the boy give in. He knew the drugs were culprit responsible for this, but he also knew that Raymond chose to enter his apartment, that he chose to walk into the bathroom, the he chose to be slapped and pushed around well before the drugs had any real impact on his decision making. Yes, the drugs put Raymond into a new realm of pleasure but Nelson knew that the drugs really weren't for Raymond, not really. The drugs coursing through Raymond's body were more for the enjoyment of Thomas and himself. The drugs allowed them to punish and humiliate the boy in a way that he would gladly welcome and when it was all done Raymond might have some regrets, but he would, above all, remember these two studs and the amount of raw, animalistic pleasure he felt as they pummeled his cunt. Thomas gritted his teeth and felt the inklings of an orgasm. It wasn't imminent, but the was making its way if things kept up like this. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy. Still restrained, he marveled at the pureness of his body. Not much hair anywhere and the sweat only made his muscles appear more enticing. The more enticing the boy appeared, the more Thomas wanted to ruin him. These thoughts of wrecking the boy manifested in a continuous and unrelenting fuck. The sound of skin on skin wasn't the all too familiar sound of slapping flesh, Thomas' was in hate-fuck mode. The sound was a crashing *THWACK, as if he was trying to force his entire pelvis into the restrained boy. And each *THWACK followed by a guttural moan from the boy. THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh. Then Thomas felt something that he had only experienced a few times before. A relaxing of the boy beneath him. A deeply physical response that indicated the G Nelson had given him was doing its intended purpose. Only a few times before had he been deep inside a slut and felt the moment the G took hold. He looked up and saw Nelson admiring the fucking the boy was receiving and he also noticed the boy's hands no longer clung to the chains, trying to accommodate the deep and rough fucking he was receiving. Now the boy was fully accepting of what the studs intended for him. His body a bit more relaxed, though flexing and grinding enough to indicate he was still somewhere capable of feeling. As if connected, Nelson took notice of the boys altered state as well and gently tilted the boys head to his left and began to slowly feed Raymond his cock. "You going to breed this fag?" Nelson asked, as he worked a few inches of his cock in and out of the boy's every relaxing throat. And for the first time in 20 or so minutes he was unrelentingly fucking Raymond's cunt, he stopped and gave a heavy, satisfied sigh. "Of course, but not yet. I think I want to enjoy this G'd up fag in a few different positions. Let's get this bitch onto the bed." Raymond, further out to sea than before, recognized the fucking had stopped and tried to turn his head to Thomas, but Nelson held his head firmly in place. "Don't you fucking move. Keep sucking." Nelson said as he thrust his hips forward and backward as he began to unclip the restraints. With his still raging hard cock lodge deep inside Raymond, Thomas leaned down and licked the boy's torso and focused on his well defined pecs. He used his tongue to circle the flesh, making his way around the left nipple, tasting the salty and chemical-laden sweat the boy produced before gently latching on to the boy's nipple. This caused the boy to moan, one free hand going to Thomas' sweat covered back and the other to the back of Thomas' head as if trying to get him to suck more deeply on his nipple. Thomas bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to elicit another guttural scream from the boy. Through gritted teeth, Thomas growled, "Get. Your. Fucking. Faggot. Hands. Off. Me!" and he slowly began to raise his head, nipple still between his teeth. Raymond was quick to oblige and his arms fell quickly to his side in hopes that would cause Thomas to free his tender and sensitive nipple. It worked, but not instantly. Thomas continued to slowly raise his head. stretching the nipple and its surrounding skin a bit more before he finally released the boy. Slap. Slap. Slap. Thomas took three swings at the boy's face in quick succession. . Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. And in one swift motion, he withdrew his now slicked-up cock from the boy's hole. Raymond could not quite process what had happened. He felt the stinging in his face and also a deep emptiness in his ass. He was not aware the body could feel this kind of emptiness, and kind of emptiness that was paired with a wanting. The drugs clouded almost everything that raced across his mind. The emptiness took his mind off the slaps and just as quickly has he felt them, they were becoming a distant memory. Though his thoughts were broken and cloudy, he knew that he wasn't in charge. He tried to think about the moments before all this. How long had he been here? Where was he exactly? Though the names of the two studs he watched unclip his ankle restraints from the sling were on the tip of his tongue, they could not be fully formed. But despite how much Raymond didn't know in that exact moment he knew he was there for their pleasure. Lust and desire were the two words that flashed cartoonishly in his head like neon signs, whose light enveloped everything else that came to mind. He saw Thomas turn and lay in the center of the bed. Watched as he put his hands behind his head. Watched as Thomas licked his lips and flex his unnaturally hard cock. "Get the fuck up and taste your cunt on this cock, boy." Thomas commanded. Raymond looked around, dazed. Trying to figure out exactly what to do. "Get the fuck up!" Nelson yelled as he stood there, one hand stroking his dick, one hand holding a familiar looking pipe and torch. Raymond lurched forward, hands grasping at the sling chains that once held his ankles. He awkwardly scooted forward, feeling the leather beneath him. Hands on the chains, ass at the edge of the sling, the only thing he could think of was to roll to his right and lower himself down, even though he wasn't that far off the ground. Chest now on the leather sling, Raymond felt his feet touch the ground a lot soon than he imagined. Not knowing what else to do, Raymond lowered himself completely onto the floor. On his hands and knees he was not facing away from Thomas and Nelson. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nelson commanded more than asked. But he knew very well what the boy was doing. He had seen enough fucked up sluts try to navigate their own motor skills while G made its way through their body. Most boys he would have yanked and threw on the bed, but he wanted to see if Raymond was capable. Was this fucked up boy capable of doing and acting while drugged up? What were his limits of movement and understanding? Raymond began to backwards crawl until he cleared the sling and he felt the bed to his left. He looked up and saw Thomas, hands still behind his head, cock still hard as ever. He then looked over and saw Nelson swirling the familiar pipe, noticing a small wisp of smoke escape the bulbous end. Nelson saw the boy make eye contact and he winked at him as he began to slowly inhale the smoke. Raymond wasn't sure if Nelson did actually wink, but he was almost certain he did, so he turned and waited on his knees, eyes locked on Nelson's. Nelson reached down, grabbed the boy's chin before inserting his thumb into Raymond's mouth. On instinct, Raymond began to suck. "Good boy," Nelson said before leaning down and blowing the smoke into Raymond's mouth. "Now, go be a good slut and clean your ass juices off Tommy's cock. Got that, slut?" "Yes, sir." Raymond slowly made his way on to the bed and crawled between Thomas's legs and took the waiting dick into his mouth. "Atta-boy! Show me how much you want this back in your worthless cunt." Like magic words, Raymond dove down onto Thomas' cock while Nelson picked up Sarge from the floor.

On Sunday this guy I had hooked up with about a month ago sent me a message in the morning saying his mom would be at church for a while so he could host. Our first hookup was pretty anon, I was head down ass up for it, and only glanced at his face after he came and quickly left. He was a cute young black guy with a truly massive dick. So, it wasn't shocking to learn he still lived with his mum. I agreed to get ready and head over to his place and I'm so glad I did. I get the impression he is very new to sex; his dick is 9+ inches but he tried to shove it all in right away. When I reacted and kinda pulled away he seemed surprised and kept apologizing. When I got more used to his cock and he started to rhythmically fuck me he kept repeating "wow fuck" over and over like it was a new sensation for him. Eventually I started talking dirty to him and as soon as I started in on him breeding my pussy, he couldn't hold it anymore and unloaded deep inside. This boy is so cute. I asked how old he was as I was leaving and he's 19. I'm now in my 30's and he's definitely the youngest guy I've fucked age gap wise. Looking forward to taking a lot more of his loads and teaching him a thing or two.

If someone cums on my face, unless he scrapes it off with his cock and feeds it to me, or he instructs me to scoop it into my mouth, it's staying right where he left it! And like several of you other pigs, I have no problem parading around in public with his load plastered all over my face, in my hair and goatee, and on my clothes.

I went to the bathhouse for the first time, and even though I was nervous, I still had a good time and got a number of loads. My mentor wasn't able to take me as he's traveling at the moment, but he encouraged me to go on my own and sort of walked me through how things usually work. I was mostly nervous of running into someone I might know, as I'm not really out. I decided to go on a weeknight when it was less busy just to sort of ease into things and get a feel for how it all worked. I got to the bathhouse in the evening and rented a small room instead of a locker, just in case so that I'd have a place to relax and collect myself. I stripped and put on a towel, put the key around my arm, and started exploring. There was a hot tub, shower area, wet and dry steam room, and a gym. There was also public play area towards the back - I went in to take a look but it was pretty dark and sort of stood there to let my eyes adjust when someone wordlessly put their hand on my ass. It startled me and I jumped before turning around. I must have had a 'deer in headlights' look, because the man asked me if I was okay, to which I replied that it was my first time and was just a bit nervous. He asked if I wanted to come back to his room and he could show me a good time, to which I agreed. He led me back to his room and dropped his towel, exposing a nice ~7-inch cock, moderately thick with an upward curve - he was already hard. He saw how my eyes fixated on his cock, and, with a twinkle in his eye, he said "I was going to ask but I can see what you want." He gently guided me onto my knees and I started sucking his cock. "That's it, that's a good boy," he moaned, as I worked his dick with my mouth. "You like sucking Daddy's cock, don't you, boy?" I moaned in the affirmative. "Good boy. You're just a beautiful little faggot aren't you?" The magic words. I nodded my head while still working his cock. He abruptly pulled me up off the floor, and had me get on the bed on all fours. He started eating my ass out, and before long, had lined up his cock against my hole and pushed in. "Oh god," I breathlessly moaned, my heart pounding. There's just something so psychologically (and physically) hot about that first bareback insertion. Feeling a raw cock slide inside me for the first time sends my brain spinning with all sorts of thoughts - horniness and lust, vulnerability, feeling used, a bit of shame, but also a profound sense of 'rightness'. The adrenaline/endorphin rush is just incredible and it makes my heart pound and skin flush every time. He started pounding me pretty hard, commenting on how silky my hole felt, and what a beautiful faggot I was taking a strangers raw cock. He didn't take long before he announced that he was cumming in me, and I felt him slam into me hard, as if he was trying to get his cum as deep inside me as possible. As he came in me, I felt a positive swell of emotion - this was what I wanted and it felt so right, to please men with my body. He asked me if I wanted to cum, but I declined because I wanted to stay horny and take more loads. He said he'd love to fuck my cummy hole and add a second load later on if I was still around. I thanked him and left his room, and decided to go to the steam room to relax and regroup. I put my towel on the stone bench and sat, and just closed my eyes and relished in what had just happened, with the load of cum still inside my ass. I heard movement and felt someone sit next to me and put their hand on my thigh. I didn't stop them, and then they took my hand and guided it toward their hard cock. I opened my eyes and got on my knees and started sucking. This went on for a minute or so before I felt someone behind me, fingers probing my hole. I moaned and leaned back into their fingers. They pulled out, and must have noticed cum on their fingers because they said "Fuck yeah" and then I felt a cock pushed up against my hole. Those same feelings rushing through my brain as his cock slid into me. I loved how he didn't even ask, he just saw me and took what he wanted. As I was getting spit roasted, I heard/felt the door open a few more times, and we had amassed a small crowd of people watching me get spitroasted. I couldn't really see anyone clearly, but that feeling of being watched was an added rush to the already wonderful feelings that were going through my body. The first guy unloaded in me wordlessly, then got up and left. I never even saw what he looked like. The guy I as sucking got up and took his place at my ass and slid right in and started fucking. Another guy got in front to use my mouth. This happened a few more times and I took 4 loads in my ass on the floor of the steam room. After the last guy came in me, I just sat on the bench for a while, feeling almost as if this had been a dream. But the cum leaking out of my hole most definitely confirmed it was not. I loved how impromptu everything was, and how things just sort of organically unfold. I wanted more, but it was also late and I had early class the next day so I decided to call it a night. I will for sure be coming back, and I definitely want to try out the public sling/fuck bench next time.

This is almost nonsensical as most bottoms I have fucked do NOT get an erection. Fucking a big-dicked bottom is very difficult as it becomes a sword fight with the possibility of the bottom wanting to 'switch hit' and fuck the top. 😀

If anyone wants to check it out, here’s a link to my newtumbl page. It’s only videos of internal cumshots. [think before following links] https://hungrycheeks.newtumbl.com

@hntnhole similar to @aj99, I didn’t know I liked sex with men until I got married to a woman. That’s one answer, which can explain things for both gay and bisexual men who marry women before they discover their sexuality. There are also bisexual men who knew about their sexuality, but still choose to be with/married to a woman. Maybe they lean more toward women. Or maybe they’re evenly split sexually and/or romantically, but find it’s easier to get their needs met by being in a relationship with a woman. I have had both experiences. As I mentioned, I only learned I’m attracted to men after I got married. But I also love having sex with women. So I’m bisexual. After my ex-wife and I got divorced, I had the new experience of trying to date and explore my sexuality for the first time. I discovered that sex with men is so easy to get, whereas casual sex with women basically does not exist. You need to invest way more time and effort into getting pussy than you need to invest to get cock. But what if you need both? I knew at that time that I definitely need pussy, but I eventually discovered that I need dick as well, that it wasn’t just something I could get out of my system (as my ex-wife suggested). I was open with girls I was dating that I’m bisexual. That scared many of them off—most women, regardless of how liberal or open or tolerant they claim to be, are not cool with dating a bi guy. When I started dating my current girlfriend, I told her about my bisexuality, and that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to give up having sex with men. She stuck around. About 7-8 months later, after a few strong bi-cycles, I knew I needed cock and cum again. I told her, and thankfully she was up for opening the relationship so I could get my needs met. That was three years (and many cocks) ago. I get my emotional needs met by being in a relationship. By being in relationship with a woman who is willing to give me a hall pass occasionally, I get all the pussy I need, and although I don’t get enough dick, I get enough to satisfy my craving for a little while. Generally, I’m not romantically attracted to men (although I’m open to it). But if I found myself in a relationship with a guy (meeting my emotional needs and my sexual need for dick), I wouldn’t be able to satisfy my need for pussy. Women just don’t put out as much as guys do, but that doesn’t change the fact that many guys need pussy. So bisexual guys will go to greater lengths to get pussy than they will to get cock. It’s that simple.

So last night i got a text by my old daddy from the group I play with. He said he needs to blow a load before he goes out. I got there and he said he was going out with his friends for dinner. He said they are meeting up in two hours. So he said this will be quick and bend over the sofa arm and drop your pants. I just dropped them to my ankles. He walked over licked my hole and spit on in and pushed his cock in me. Pumped me for about 10 minutes and blew a load. He pulled out and as i was pulling my pants up he gave me a piece of paper and said go to this address fast he is waiting for you. I left and went to the address about 5 minutes away and got to the door and it was one of the guys i play with in the group. He said hurry up get in. I got in he dropped his pants and said get on the floor leggs up. So right at the cloaed front door i laid there. He said look your dripping. Then said great no lube needed as he started to fuck me. My back and head were killing me on the hard floor as he thrusted. 10 minutes later he blew a load and got up. Then he helped me up. I pulled up my pants and he said as he pointed go to the house across the street someone is waiting. I left him and walked across the street and saw another guy from the group standing there. As i approached the door he opened it and said come in. He pulled me in closed the door and pushed me to his couch. He said strip and get on the couch and pull your leggs spread and up.. As i did he was on the phone talking to someone and i heard him say yes he is here and i will be on time for dinner. He went on facetime walked to me to show a closeup of my hole. Heard someone say wow look at the cum.. He said see you soon as he put the phone down. He shoved a hard pillow under my ass push my legges to fit it in and said hold you leggs. He stripped and I saw he was hard as hell.. He bent over me and i was so wet with cum his cock slipped in easy he went in so deep and fast it hurt a little and he pumped so frantically he was so hot Took him almost a 15 minutes or more before he moaned load and fell on top of me. He laid on top of me as I still felt his cock throbbing. Then pulled out and said clean my dick. I sucked it for a little and said ok you can leave. I pulled up my pants and said tell everyone thanks. He laughed a little.. My pants were so wet from the drippings by the time i got home and my car seat had a spot on it.. lol

2. I picked up my clothes and wearing only my jock, walked back to my little apartment. As soon as I was in the door I couldn’t help but run my finger over my hole. It felt slick and a little puffy. It had never felt like that before. On a whim I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the ass juice and cum from them. I felt even more slutty than before. It was a little hard to think about what had just transpired and how quickly it had happened. I suddenly understood my love of man scent, an attraction to older men, and had been fucked raw for the first time. My cock gave a powerful throb. I was still so horny. Danny was right, I would have said yes to anything in that moment, but time wasn’t going to change that. I wanted to keep feeling like this. I slipped a finger into my ass and felt how lose my ring felt. It had never been like this when I’d played with it before. This was what it was like to have a properly fucked hole. I was open, full of cum, and ready for more. I went into the bedroom and pulled out my suitcase. I had put most of my clothes away already, but there were a few personal items I hadn’t unpacked yet still. Sitting in the bottom of my duffle was a little black cloth bag. Long and heavy it was obvious before opening what was inside it. I took the shiny black butt plug out. Even though I had used it just a few days before it now seemed smaller somehow, a little less impressive. It wasn’t wildly thick or wildly long, but it had served me well in college. Normally it took a good amount of lube to get it in, but I suspected today would be much easier. I spat onto the head, and rubbed the toy against my hole. The spit made my sphincter slick again. I took a deep breath. I let it out slowly, and slid the toy inside my ass. It locked in easily, and I gasped a little. It felt good to be full again. I worked it in and out, the cum from my hole frothing around the shaft. I pulled it entirely out of my hole and pushed it into my mouth. I licked the cum from the silicone plug. With my mouth full of cum and ass juice I sat down hard on the plug. It slid into me in one easy movement. My phone buzzed. I struggled to find it for a minute. It was still in the pocket of my shorts which lay in a discarded heap on the floor. There was a text from an unknown number with a local area code. Hey David. This is Jack: it read. I felt my hands shake a little and my hole twitched around the plug. Hi!: I responded. Did you enjoy your time with Danny this afternoon? Yes daddy! It was amazing. I like you calling me daddy: his responses were coming fast: it gets me hard boy. The next message that came through was a picture of a shockingly thick uncut cock erupting from a slightly trimmed bush of dense gray pubes. The foreskin looked thick, and somehow delicious. There was a glint of precum leaking out of it. I typed back fast: Fuck daddy! That is a beautiful cock! All the same rules that Danny had apply with me boy. You have to tell me what you want. I want you to fuck me: after my afternoon with Danny I was more confident, it was easier to say what I was thinking. What else? I want you to fuck me till you cum in my hole. Anything else? I want to be your boy! I want you to take me. Good boy. What are you doing now? Honestly? Yes boy. I’m playing with my hole. I’m sitting on a butt plug right now wishing it was your cock. You want me to come fuck you? Yes daddy! You’re ready for me now? Yes! Good. Unlock the door and wait for me on your knees in the living room. Leave the plug in your hole. I’m coming to you now. Holy shit! I thought. It was happening now. I ran to the front door, holding the plug in my ass with one hand, and made sure it was unlocked. Then I stepped back a few paces and got on my knees waiting. My heart was thudding, but my cock was hard as a rock and my hole was pulsing around the plug’s shaft. Despite my nerves there was nothing that was going to stop me doing whatever this man asked of me. For several long moments I knelt on the cold tile waiting. He took his time I thought, making sure that just enough time had passed that I would worry he wasn’t coming. Then I heard footsteps on the path outside, a shadow passed in front of the window, and the door opened. Jack stood framed in the door way. He was shirtless, his skin a deep warm tan that stood out in sharp contrast from the forest of silver-gray hair that covered his torso. His nipples were large and brown. His belly stood proud from his body, a firm sort of belly that seemed to be built on top of a base of powerful muscle. His shoulders were broad and powerful looking. On the bottom half he wore a pair of short little vintage looking basketball shorts. They did nothing to hide the sizable bulge he was already sporting. He stepped into the room and closed the door. I realized I was holding my breath. “Hello boy,” he said in his rich resonant voice. “I’m glad to see you’re waiting for me so patiently.” “Of course, daddy.” “You remember the rules?” “Yes daddy!” “What are they?” “If I want something I have to say it out loud.” “That’s right. So what do you want.” “You daddy! I want you! I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me! I want to be your boy!” “Good boy. I’m going to keep asking you. I’m going to check in with you every step of the way till your hole is leaking my cum.” “Yes daddy!” “Now, before we go any further I want you to know what you’re committing to by taking my load. If you take my load you are promising me that Danny and I will get to fuck you together. If that isn’t something you want you can decide that any time until my load gets pumped into you. Once that happens however, your hole is promised to us. Do you understand.” “Yes daddy!” “Do you still want to continue?” “Yes!” “Then come suck my cock.” I crawled across the floor and my hands and knees in front of him. He pushed his shorts to the ground unleashing his cock. The foreskin was naturally rolled back part way down the throbbing head. His pubes looked a little wilder than the picture, a dense mound of gray hair. His balls hung low and full. I licked my lips. Holding his cock by the base Jack shook it at me, a little drop of precum oozed from the head. I moved forward still on my knees with my mouth open and caught the head in my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, working under the foreskin, and eliciting a pleasure filled sigh from Jack. I held onto his shaft and balls as I began to bob forward and back. Danny had been in control when I sucked his cock… really it had been more like him face fucking me. Jack, however, was letting me do all the work. I pushed myself down on his cock, swallowing hard. I tried to breathe through my nose so I could take him deeper and longer. Still I was only halfway down the girthy shaft when my gag reflex kicked in and I fell back coughing and spluttering. “Its ok boy,” Jack said in a soothing tone closing the distance between us again, “You’ll get used to it. Danny and I will have you deep throating our cocks like a champ in no time. For now, take your time and savor daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love my fat dick in your mouth.” “Yes daddy!” I jumped back up and started to slobber all over his cock. I licked around the slit, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. I swallowed both of his balls at the same time. I slid my mouth up and down his cock till it glistened. My jaw was tired, and my face was once more covered in my spit. “Good boy, you love daddy’s cock don’t you. You love worshiping it.” “I do daddy! I love your cock. I love having it in my mouth.” “You’ve done a good job boy. Really. Now get up and worship daddy’s body a little.” He put both of his hands behind his head exposing his pits. I was instantly hit with the smell of a hot sweaty man and my hole clenched around the plug. I leapt up and dove into his pit. His scent was different than Danny’s but no less intoxicating. I slurped away like a starving man. I felt like my head was spinning. This smell was like a drug that made you horny. The more I smelled it the harder I got and the hungrier I got for cock. A long bead of precum hung from the tip of my cock now. I didn’t know what a pig was at the time, but when I look back I could pinpoint this afternoon as the moment I became a pig. The scent of a man was all it took to make me horny. By the time I was licking his second pit I was in heat. I pulled out of his pit, my face covered in spit, sweat and his scent. On my tip toes I kissed him lightly on the mouth and said, “Please fuck me.” “You’re ready for daddy’s cock?” “Yes!” “You remember what that means boy?” “You’re going to breed me.” “And if I breed you…?” “I’m committing to letting you and Danny fuck me together.” “Is that something you want?” “Yes!” “Say it.” “I want you and Danny to fuck me together! I want to be your boy! I want you both to fuck me, and use me, and fill me with cum!” “Good boy! Lets go to the bedroom and get that plug out then.” He led me by the hand into the bedroom, and tossed me on my back onto the mattress. Immediately I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees to the sides of my chest. “Look at that ass! Damn. Danny wasn’t kidding. Such a perfectly furry butt. And isn’t that the cutest little plug you’ve got in there. Is that the only plug you own boy?” “Yes… I… well…” “Go on.” “When I got back from being fucked by Danny I wanted to feel full again so badly I pulled it out of my suitcase and put it in immediately. It made me feel slutty to know I had Danny’s cum plugged inside my hole.” “That is nothing to be ashamed of. Feeling slutty is good.” He tugged on the base of the plug causing me to moan. “Now, I’m going to take it out, and then I’m going to put my cock in your hole. You’re sure you want that?” “More than anything!” “Good boy.” He pulled a little harder and the plug slid from my hole with a soft squelch. I moaned. “That is a pretty hole. Probably a little tight still, but a pretty hole.” “I don’t think its that tight after Danny.” I laughed. “Oh its still tight… but if you keep going with us you wont be. I’ll stretch you out good.” “Fuck yes!” I had never considered being opened up, but now that he said it I desperately wanted to be. He spat into his hand and lubed up his cock, then he spat again and smeared it all over my tender hole. I moaned again. “So eager,” he said and lined his cock up with my hole. He rugged the big head against my pucker, smearing his precum and spit around. I was whimpering, and pushing my ass back trying to get him to slide inside me. When he finally shifted his weight and sunk the first few inches of his cock into me I sighed deeply. It didn’t hurt, it felt like bliss washing over me. My hole radiated pleasure as the second raw cock of my life slowly slid inside me. Sweat sprung up across my chest, and I could smell myself too now. I had never noticed my own scent before, but now I found it just as hot and sexy as Danny or Jack’s. I put one hand behind my head and smelled my own musk. “That’s it boy! Smell your own manly scent. It turns you on doesn’t it. Good! We don’t like our boys too fresh. We want you to smell like a fucking man.” He bent forward, pushing the last inch of his cock into me and stuffed his nose in my pit. He inhaled deeply, and with a satisfied sigh, ran his tongue from the side of my body to just below my elbow. He smiled and kissed me. I tasted salty sweat on his lips, my own salty sweat. I wrapped my arms around him and held his big burly body to me kissing him passionately. Our tongues wrestled, invading each others mouths. He held his cock balls deep inside me, flexing it against my tight hole as we kissed. “Use me,” I said, my voice a breathless whisper. “Good boy,” he said in return, and reared back so he was towering over me. I looked up his body, taking in the firm belly, the massive pecs, the thick gray hair. I felt overwhelmed by my lust for this man. This man old enough to be my father. This man who’s husband had fucked me and bred me just a few hours before. This man who now had his unprotected cock inside me. This man who was going to give me the second load I’d ever taken. Everything about him was astounding and sexy. Then he began to thrust. The pleasure I’d gotten from Danny’s cock hadn’t been a fluke, or a one off. Jack’s cock felt just as amazing as he slid it slowly in and out of my hole. He held my thighs wide, on either side of his thick frame. I was spread open for him, his belly rubbing against my crotch. I felt my mouth go slack as he picked up the pace. “I can feel Danny’s load in your hole.” “It feels so good daddy!” “I love sloppy seconds.” “Fuck me!” He was pounding me now. There was a steady slapping sound echoing around the room and a grunting it took me a minute to realize was coming from me. Jack’s cock was knocking a low guttural sound out of my mouth with each deep thrust. It was uncontrollable and animalistic, my body’s reaction to being dicked down. “You like that big raw daddy dick don’t you?” “Yes! I fucking love it. I need your load daddy! Breed my hole!” “Don’t worry boy, you’ll be full of spunk soon enough.” He starter to fuck me even harder, growling with each thrust. It felt like he was punching my guts with his cock head. He slammed it in and out. I could tell my hole had gone slack around his invading cock, no longer putting up any fight. He had hold of my ankles now and was holding my legs forward and out so that he was over me slightly. I looked up into his handsome face, contorted in pleasure and exertion as he railed me. Sweat glistened on his face, and trickled down in little rivers through his dense chest hair. I watched his face change, the pleasure and exertion slowly morphed into hunger. It was like an animal was clawing its way out of him. A werewolf shifting at the full moon. His breathing was ragged, his eyes clenched shut, and his jaw set. A low growl came from deep inside his chest, the kind that you feel more than hear. He was jack hammering his cock in and out of my without mercy. I was a ragdoll in his hands. With one last powerful thrust he forced the full length of his member inside me. It throbbed against my battered hole. I felt the cum rush up through his shaft till it exploded inside me. His cum flooded my hole as his cock pulsed inside me. I felt a glowing warmth spread inside my gut. “Thank you, daddy,” I whispered. I felt spent. It wasn’t until he dipped his fingers into the mess I’d made on my stomach and chest I realized he had fucked another load out of me. I had been so overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock was giving me I hadn’t noticed my own dick shooting another massive load. He brought his cum covered fingers to his lips and licked my load off of them. Then he bent down and kissed me. I tasted my own cum on his tongue. I could smell his sent. I was in heaven. Slowly he pulled his cock out of my hole. We both groaned. I felt warm but empty. Jack flopped down on the bed next to me. I let my legs down, my hole felt slick. “Damn boy. You did good.” I rolled onto my side to face him, and ran one hand through his thick chest hair. “Thank you, daddy. It felt… It felt better than any sex I’ve had before.” “Danny told me that he was the first man to fuck you raw.” “Yes!” “Well that’s part of why it felt better. Raw sex just feels better. Having a man finish inside you makes it even hotter. Right? You like being full of our cum don’t you?” “Oh my god yes!” “The other reason is, we know what we’re doing. Older men know how to take care of a boy’s hole. We know what you need, and how to make you feel good.” “You fucked me better than any boy in my college.” “Good. That will hopefully keep you coming back for more… speaking of. You’ve got my load in your guts now. You remember what that means?” “It means I’m committed to letting you and Danny use me together!” “Good boy.” He kissed me. “Is that still what you want?” “Yes! I want you both!” “You’re horny again already aren’t you!” “Yes… if you told me to bend over for Danny right now I would.” He laughed, a deep rumbling laugh that I felt through the mattress, “Good to know, but we’re not going to give it to you quite yet. You’re going to have one more opportunity to back out boy. Im going to leave you here to think for a while. If you really want to be our boy. If you really want us to use you, to open you up, to breed you; come to Bungalow 4 at 8pm. Don’t bother getting dressed. Walk over in your jock, that’s how we’ll know you’re committed. Once you’re there tonight though, you will not be given more opportunities to back out. We will use you. You will be our boy, our cum slut.” “Yes daddy!” “Good boy.” He kissed me again, and then got up from the bed. He walked out into the front room and I followed him. He picked up his shorts and made to leave without putting them on, his cocks still shinny from my hole. “Oh, I’ll drop off a bigger plug for you in a couple of minutes. If you find you need something more substantial than that little thing in the meantime.” One more kiss and then he was gone. I was naked except for a jockstrap now wet with spit and cum, my chest covered in my own drying loads, with an ass full of sperm from two different men, and I was harder than I’d ever been before.

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

This story is based loosely on real events from my life. I hope you all enjoy 1. What have I gotten myself into, I thought driving into town. At 21, I had just graduated college in Illinois and had taken a job with a friend who lived in Florida. I’d packed up my little Toyota Corolla and driven from the cornfields I grew up in to the hot sunny coast of Florida. I don’t really know what I had been expecting but coming across the highway towards the coast and being greeted by the vast expanse of bright blue sky hadn’t been on the list. The sky just seemed bigger, like the land was diminished somehow and there was just more room for sky. I came off the highway and onto the main road that brought me towards the coast and the barrier island I was now to call home. I probably could have looked up something about where I was going, but for some reason I just didn’t. I knew that Cocoa Beach was close to Cape Canaveral but that was really it. I drove past pastel colored midcentury buildings, Miami meets the space race. Impossibly tall thin palm trees lined the street as I drove looking out for the hotel I was staying at. My job had put me up at this place, a beach side extended stay place that in the off season had plenty of rooms. I pulled into the small parking lot and looked around. From here you couldn’t see the hotel at all, just a big wall of lush vegetation. I left my suitcase in the car and walked down the narrow cobble stone path between big ferns. The path quickly opened up onto a large patio surrounded on all sides by low bungalow like houses. A sign reading “Office” pointed to the only two-story building. A little nervously I went up to the glass door and pushed my way inside. It was cool and inviting inside after being in the thick Florida heat even for a second. My eyes took a long moment to adjust to the much dimmer light now that I was out of the sun, and so I didn’t see him at first. Sitting behind a counter, was a handsome older man in a loose-fitting linen shirt unbuttoned at the neck. Now, I am not a prude, nor entirely inexperience when it comes to men, but this man was something new to me. Up until this point my experience had largely been with guys in my university. We had all been about the same age, and all of similar body types. This man was something different. Probably in his late fifties his hair was almost completely silver. He had a short cropped white beard, that preserved a little of his old much darker hair color around his moustache. He had a square, handsome face, and bright green eyes twinkled at me. The open neck of his shirt showed a thick forest of dark gray hair covering richly tanned skin. He was hot… no, not hot, sexy in a whole new way to me. I felt myself instantly attracted to him, even before I heard his low rumbling baritone voice. “Can I help you,” he asked, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Yes,” I stammered, “I’m David. I was… um… my job, well my friend booked me in here… I’m sorry I’m just realizing I should have gotten more information from her. I can um… If you don’t have… I can call…” I could hear myself stammering, but was absolutely incapable of stopping it, words just tumbled out of my mouth. “You’re Sarah’s boy, right?” “Yes! David, I already said that… hello!” The word boy hung in my mind. It did something to me. I wanted him to say it again. “Don’t worry. We’ve been expecting you. I’m Jack.” He got up from the counter. I saw now that he was tall and broad, with thick ropey arms. He had a little bit of a belly, that just added to the masculine energy he exuded. “Follow me,” he said pulling a set of keys off a peg behind him. He stepped out from behind the desk and revealed tree trunk thick, hair covered legs, sticking out from short, tight, tan shorts. Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I could see outline of a semi hard cock sticking off to one side of his shorts. I followed Jack out of the little office and back into the bright sun and oppressive heat. I instantly felt sweat start to spring up on my back. We walked across the courtyard, around a bright blue pool, with rattan furniture and umbrellas surrounding it. As we walked he talked, “My husband Danny and I own this place. I’m sure you’ll see him around. Tall bear with salt and pepper hair, and a hatred for shirts. No matter how often I suggest he wears a shirt when there are guests around I can’t get him to do it. You’re welcome to use any of the amenities here while you stay. We have a small gym on the back side of the office, the pool is open from ten to ten every day. There’s a trail down this way to the beach.” Truthfully, I was having trouble paying attention to everything he was saying. Watching his round muscular ass move in his tight shorts was hypnotic. The fabric of his shirt clung to the broad v of his torso, sticking slightly to his skin as he started to sweat. We came around one of the last buildings off on the side of the property and walked down a little concrete path. He brought me to the last door with a brass number 12 on it, and unlocked it. The little apartment was cool and inviting. The door opened into the little living room, a fan turning slowly over head, and then led into a kitchen. A hall opened up to the right leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. It was perfect. “What do you think? Will this do?” “Yes, its… wow! Its so nice!” “Sorry you’re off on the end of the property over here. We’re redoing a few of the units closer to the center, and need to keep the others open if people book them out. To be honest we’re cutting Sarah a bit of a deal on this place so…” he trailed off. “No! Oh my gosh. Its perfect. My college apartment was so small and had four homos stuffed in it.” He laughed, “Four homos stuffed in a small space isn’t all bad.” He let the joke hang in the air for a second, the innuendo crackled for a second. There was something a little different in how he was looking at me now, like he was undressing me with his eyes. I blushed and broke eye contact with him. “Right, well let me know if you need anything.” He moved towards the door, “I’m usually in the office, and if you can’t find me there my cell phone number is on the door. Text me any time, I’ll be happy to help you out with anything you need.” He hadn’t said a single sexual thing, but somehow it all seemed charged. He gave me another smile, and left me in the little apartment feeling hot and unsure of myself. I took a long moment, getting my breathing down, and feeling the flush recede in my cheeks before I went back to the car to get my bags. On my way back, dragging my rolling case behind me, I saw another older man, in his early fifties I guessed. He had close cropped salt and pepper hair, a bushy moustache and dark stubble on his face. He wore low slung basketball shirts and no shirt. He was a little far away for me to be sure but it looked like the thick band of a jockstrap was peeking out from the top of his shorts. My heart thudded in my chest again. From all I could tell the only people at the hotel right now were me and these two older men. We were totally alone and I was experiencing a sexual awakening I didn’t totally understand yet. By the time I got back to the little apartment I was hard as a rock. I pulled the blinds shut and stripped off all of my clothes. Right there in the living room I started to rub my hard cock. I had one hand behind my head, and my eyes closed. I imagined those two men. Jack and Daddy stood there in my imagination. Just as I had seen them that afternoon. Their natural heat and masculinity was all it took and soon I was firing ropes of cum onto the tiled floor. I paused for a moment, catching my breath, and looked at my load. Then I did something I’d never done before. I got down on my hands and knees and licked my semen off of the cool tiles. When I had licked the floor clean I stayed there for a minute, on all fours, with my ass slightly in the air. My cock gave another powerful throb. I was still fucking horny. Of course everyone says that 21 year olds are just horny all the time, and maybe that’s a little bit true, but this was different. I heard Jack calling me Sarah’s boy again. That second word, “boy” seemed to echo in my mind. I moved into the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed. I started to unpack, something to distract myself. I put clothes into drawers, and laid toiletries out in the bathroom. The bed was already made, but I tossed the pillow I’d brought with me onto it, and flopped back still naked. My cock was half hard. It really hadn’t gone down since I had come into the apartment despite the massive load I’d shot. I felt restless. I got back up and paced, then decided I couldn’t stay inside all day, and got out my swim trunks. They weren’t anything spectacular, or really that flattering, just the shortest trunks I could find at a midwestern target. I pulled on a thin tank top, and grabbed my sunglasses. It was somehow even hotter in the afternoon and I felt sweat in my pits almost immediately. I would need more deodorant I thought, or I’d just stink of sweat all the time. I padded back along the narrow concrete path in my flip flops till it turned into stone pavers, leading the way through more vegetation to the beach. It struck me, that with all the plants around no one on the outside could see into the little complex of bungalows, even here on the highly populated island it was totally private. I walked along the sand a little ways but out from under the protection of the palm trees it was just too hot. I found the other inlet through the plants that lead back to the hotel and turned up the path. I made my way between the other bungalows, to the pool. It was deserted. I went in the gate and kicked off my flip flops. The umbrellas around the deck cast long shadows over the edge of the pool and I sat with my feet in the water looking up at the big blue sky. Now, in the quiet, my thoughts finally were a little more quiet and I worried again what I had gotten myself into. I had moved my whole life down here, without really much of a plan. I had my job for right now, but my boss (who had moved back a shortly after we met in my home town and started a new company) was really the only person I knew. Outside of work I had nothing. It was just me in this new place. I had become so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t hear the gate to the pool open again. I almost jumped out of my skin when a voice broke through my thoughts. “You must be David… shit sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. I’m Danny.” Here was the other owner. He was still dressed in only basketball shorts and flip flops. Now that he was closer I was certain that the white band sticking above the low waistband of his shorts was that of a bike jock. He was more built than Jack, with pecs that stood out thick and defined from his chest, but still sported a little bit of a gut. He looked like someone who liked working out but liked good food and beer just as much. His whole body seemed to be covered in dark brown hair flecked with gray. Jack hadn’t been kidding when he described Danny as a bear. Maybe it was just that at college I had never been presented with anyone like them, maybe it was something unique to them, but having been faced with these two men they were all I could think about. My eyes drifted down to Danny’s crotch, I couldn’t help myself, and I was convinced I could see the outline of a heavy cock tucked into the pouch of his jock. Heat rose in my cheeks again. “I’m David,” I stammered, so nervous I couldn’t really talk. “But you knew that. Sorry! I’m not normally this…” I stood up to shake his hand, realizing too late that my cock was hard as a rock and pointing straight out. Danny smiled, “Nice to meet you David. It seems like maybe you’re more excited than nervous thought.” He looked down at my straining swim shorts. I quickly tried to cover myself up, muttering an apology. “Don’t apologize. Don’t be sorry about a natural body reaction. It seems like you’ve seen something you like and that’s gotten you excited. Totally normal at your age. Well, totally normal at any age.” He took a step closer. “Jack said you were cute; said you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.” “I… well… I don’t…” He was even closer to me now. “Its ok. There’s no harm in looking. Something tells me you’re too nervous right now, but when you’re ready you can do more than look if you want. Let me see your phone.” I handed him my cell, he took it and quickly punched a number into it. “I added myself to your contacts. If you decide you’d like to do more than just look… and something tells me you’re going to want to… send me a message. We’ll get you the daddy dick I think you’re starting to crave.” He gave the slightly swollen bulge in his shorts a squeeze and left. I was completely breathless, and now had a wet spot in the front of my shorts. After that I didn’t know what to do. I grabbed my things and went back to my little apartment. I watched TV. I drove out to the grocery store and bought some food. I tried to read a book. No matter what I did thought my mind came back to what Danny had said. My mind came back to his offer of daddy dick. Is that what I wanted? Did I want these two older men to fuck me? Even that first day, after only a few hours, I knew in my heart that was what I wanted. The animal heat that surrounded them both, hearing Jack refer to me as boy… it made me want to be their boy. I was hard again. I stripped off and shot another load onto the floor. This time without hesitation I licked it off of the tiles. My dreams that night were full of Jack and Danny. I heard them calling me boy. I woke up to sun streaming through the window, covered in my own cum and still rock hard. I hadn’t had a wet dream in years, yet I had just blown a load dreaming about these two men. It was 10am, way too early for this sort of thing but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I took my phone from the bed side table and found Danny’s number. My hands were shaking as I typed out my message: Hey Danny. It’s David. I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday. I stared at it, and then clicked send. His message came back a minute later: Hey David! I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. But I’m glad that you messaged me. Remind me, what did I say yesterday that you’ve been thinking about? Did he not remember? No… He wanted me to say it. I typed back: About wanting more than just to look. His response came quickly this time: Anything else boy? There was that word again… boy. My cock throbbed. My dick was definitely doing the thinking now as I responded: Getting me the daddy dick I crave. Good boy: he responded: The first step in getting what you want is saying it proudly. Now the second step is making the effort to get it. I’m not going to push you and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you really want it, in an hour meet me at bungalow 4. I didn’t think, I just typed: I’ll be there! This is what will be waiting for you: came his reply followed by a photo of a big thick cock, nestled in a dense bush of pubes. The head was shiny with precum, and seemed to throb with lust even in the still photo. My mouth went dry. College boys did not have cocks like this. I wanted it. Once again I replied with: I will be there! See you in an hour. Good boy. My hands were shaking, my cock was actively leaking precum. There was no chance I wasn’t going to go there. I was so horny in that moment I probably would have said yes to anything he asked. I just had to figure out how to kill the hour. I was getting ready to take a shower when another text from Danny came through: if you haven’t showered already boy, don’t I like my boys sweaty. My cock dropped a big glob of precum onto the floor. I dug out the one jock that I owned. I had purchased it from a sporting goods store back home. I had felt so naughty doing it. When I got home I’d pulled the straps over my ass and jerked myself stupid though. Having my ass exposed like that turned me on. It made me feel sexy and powerful. I found another thin tank top, and the smallest shorts I owned to complete the look. I felt hot looking in the full length mirror. Not super thin, nor built, I had a narrow frame. My light brown hair was cut close and flopped to one side. I had the starts of what I really hope would be a thick pelt of chest hair growing in the center of my chest. I just hoped that Danny thought I was as hot as I felt. I still had fifteen minutes before I was supposed to meet Danny but I decided I didn’t care. I’d just be early. Seeming eager didn’t seem like a bad thing. I slipped into my sandals and walked back towards the center of the property to find bungalow 4. It was tucked back off the pool, with its entrance facing the path to the ocean. It was much more central than my place but still secluded, even if there were other guests on the property I doubted they would notice a boy getting his first taste of daddy dick. With my heart pounding and my cock already at half mast, I knocked on the door. There was no answer. Fuck! I thought. Was this the wrong door? I looked at the messages. No, I was in the right place. I knocked again. Still nothing. I took a couple of deep breaths. Maybe it was just because I was early. I waited a few minutes. Then I lost my resolve and knocked once more. I heard movement inside for the first time and then the door opened. Danny was standing there with a massive grin on his face, wearing only a jockstrap. My eyes must have become the size of dinner plates seeing him like that. “Good job boy,” he said, grabbing me by the shoulder and pulling me inside. “You really want this don’t you?” He grabbed at his crotch and shook his dick at me. “Yes!” “I thought after I didn’t answer the door the first time you might give up… but you didn’t.” “I… um…” “Go on… I told you, you only get the things you ask for.” “I really wanted your daddy dick!” I blurted out all at once. “I know boy. I know, and you’re gonna get it really soon.” “Thank you…” I hesitated and then added, “daddy.” What was I doing, my non horny brain reared up for a second. I was calling this man daddy and thanking him for saying he’d fuck me. At the same time, I decided I didn’t care. It just felt right to say. “You’re a little embarrassed to call me daddy, aren’t you? That’s ok. It felt right when you said it. You liked it. I liked it too boy. We’re going to make each other feel very good.” He closed what little distance there was between us. He seemed to tower over me, and took my chin in his hand. He tilted my face up to his and then kissed me. His moustache tickled my face. I parted my lips immediately and let his tongue into my mouth. He held the back of my head in place and pulled me into him. My body was pressed into his hairy chest. His warm belly against by body made me feel week. I wanted to be enveloped in this man’s body. “Did that feel good boy?” He asked breaking our kiss. “Yes daddy!” “Good! Now listen carefully I’m going to explain how this is going to go.” “Ok!” “I’m going to take things slow with you this afternoon. I’m going to introduce you to man scent, and get you used to sucking my cock. I’m going to open up your hole and eat your sweet little ass till you’re begging me to fuck you. Then I’m going to fuck you till I cum deep inside your hole.” “I’ve only ever fucked with condoms before.” I said, worried that this would disappoint him somehow. “Don’t worry about that boy. Daddy is going to introduce you to the joys of real raw man sex. I’m going to breed you so deep that my load will always be inside of you.” “What about Jack?” “You’re not ready for Jack yet. You may think my dick is big but Jack’s is much thicker than mine. If you make it through everything today, and you still are interested in more daddy dick then you’ll be ready for Jack’s cock.” “I want you both to fuck me,” I was feeling bold. His dirty talk was making it easier for me to let go and just say what I wanted. “In due time boy. Now here’s the last thing. We will stop at any point today. You say the word and we will end it right then. However, once you say stop it is over and you won’t get a second chance at this,” he grabbed his crotch, “understood?” “Yes daddy!” “Good, now take your clothes off.” I was hard as a rock, as I stripped off. My shirt fell to the floor, I kicked my sandals off and shoved my shorts down. “You can keep your jock on. It makes you feel sexy doesn’t it?” I nodded. “Good boy.” He came close to me again. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. His mouth found mine again and he held onto me as we made out. My skin was now pressed against his. I felt his body hair brushing against my own. One of his big hands slid down to my ass and began to grab at the meat. I moaned into his mouth as he massaged my butt cheek. Involuntarily I felt my back arch, and I pressed my cheeks into his warm rough hands. The hand that wasn’t currently exploring my ass cheeks came up behind my head. He held me in our kiss, controlling which way my head turned and how much I could back off at any time. Very suddenly he broke the kiss, and put his other hand behind his head. He aimed my face at his hairy pit and pushed my nose into the musky thicket. “Breath it in boy, and then lick my pit. I want you to smell and taste daddy.” I did as instructed, I took a deep breath through my nose and felt a rush. His smell was intoxicating. My whole life I had found the smell of a locker room intriguing, until that moment I hadn’t realized it was the musk of sweaty men that I had been responding to all that time. It was like a drug. I sniffed and sniffed. It made me harder and hornier. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the salty sweat that clung to the dense hairs of his pit. “Fuck,” I moaned, as I lapped up the delicious taste. “I know, it turns you on boy. Get deep in there.” He pressed my face into his pit, twisting my head back and forth. His scent was the only thing I could smell. Danny growled and then moved me to his other pit. He didn’t need to push me forward I dove in. I had one hand on his big bulging bicep and the other wrapped around his neck, holding myself close to him. I devoured his sweat. My face was covered in his smell. I felt like I had been marked in some way. “Good boy,” he cooed. “Are you ready for something more?” “Yes!” I looked up from his pit, I my face was slathered with spit. “Get on your knees then. Its time to put that mouth to good use.” I practically feel to my knees. I looked up at him, and he smiled. “You’re sure you want to keep going boy?” “More than anything.” “Good answer.” He grabbed the straining pouch of his jock and pulled it aside. There it was: his perfect cock. The big mushroom head stuck straight out, right at my eye level. A big throbbing vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. Two big low hanging balls swung freely below its base. Surrounding it all was a dense thicket of pubes, the kind you saw in vintage porn, wild and unkept. My mouth was watering. “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told. He smacked his cock against my face leaving smears of precum on my cheeks. Then he flopped it against my open mouth. With one hand holding the root of his cock, and the other on the back of my head, he guided my forward. I’d blown a few guys in college but never anyone with a cock like this. I struggled to swallow him down. Choking and spluttering I worked till my nose was buried in his pubes. My face was red, and my eyes were already starting to water. His pubes smelled even better than his pits did, and I was determined despite everything to get my nose in them. He muttered encouragement, as he held me in place. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it, and my gag reflex couldn’t be suppressed anymore, he pulled my head back and his cock fell from my mouth. I gasped and coughed. “Damn boy! You did good. Now, work the shaft slowly. Lick all along it. Get your tongue in my piss slit. We’ll work you up to really deep throating daddy’s cock.” I did as I was told. I slobbered all over his cock. I slurped the leaking mushroom head, and tongued more precum out of his slit. I gobbled both balls into my mouth. I thrust my nose deep in his pubes. I worshiped him. This perfect cock in front of me had become my whole world. This was already better than any hook up I had had in college. Though I had never known it before, I had a huge thing for older men. I wanted to be their boy. I wanted to make them feel good. Every time Danny groaned it was a little reward for me, proof that I was doing a good job. He let me worship him for a long time. The heat had started to rise in the room, and I could smell the scent of both of us filling it up. My chin was covered in my own spit, and my whole face felt slick. Danny took hold of my head again and pushed his cock deep into my mouth once more. I swallowed hard and this time his cock went down my throat a little easier. It still constricted my airway, and I felt color rising in my cheeks. I held my breath as long as I could. I flicked my tongue around, and pushed myself a little further forward. I gaged. He let me go, and I fell backwards gasping. “That was really good boy. I’m really proud of you.” He squatted down and kissed me. His kiss was more gentle this time, less ravenous and more caring. “Now, I’m going to make you feel good. Come into the other room, get on the bed on all fours.” He helped me up and led me into the other room. I practically leapt onto the bed. On all fours with my ass stuck in the air I positioned myself at the edge of the bed. I had been rimmed before and I had a pretty good idea that that was what was instore for me now. “Fuck you’re eager.” Danny stepped up behind me and rubbed one of my cheeks, “Fresh beautiful boy butt. Your hole is so fucking pretty, pink and tight.” He bit one my butt cheek lightly. “And with just the right amount of hair. Too smooth and it doesn’t feel like you’re fucking a man, but you’ve got these nice furry cheeks. My dick is going to look so good sliding between them. Do you want to keep going boy?” “Yes daddy!” His tongue flicked across my hole. I gasped, and he laughed lightly. Then he did it again. Over and over he slid his tongue across my puckered hole. I relaxed into it and pushed back slightly. I felt my hole open up a little and his tongue pushed inside. He worked his tongue around the sides of my hole, tickling the ridge around it. His teasing was making me moan. With each movement of his tongue I pushed back a little more. It felt amazing. I could feel my hole relaxing, feel it opening. I was hyper aware of every fraction of an inch of his probing. He was getting deeper. Slowly he worked up till he was fucking me with his tongue. He had one hand on each of my cheeks pulling them apart. With each thrust of his tongue I let out a moan. I was panting. I felt sweat on my back. His dick wasn’t even in me and I was absolute putty in his hands. Even with how good it felt I surprised myself when I shouted out, “Please daddy! Please fuck me!” He took his mouth off of my hole. “Is that what you want boy? You want this big daddy dick in your hole.” “Yes! Please… please fuck me!” “You remember what I said earlier boy? I only fuck raw. If I fuck you I’m going to breed you. I’m going to pump you full of my cum. Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy.” “No, you have to say it. You only get things you want when you say them out loud.” “I want you to fuck me…” I hesitated and then, “and breed me. I want you to breed me! Please!” “Good boy! Roll over on your back. I’m going to look you in the eyes while I fuck you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my ankles. I pulled my legs up, presenting my hole to him again and said, “Please, please, please fuck me.” “Don’t worry boy. You’re going to get lots of daddy dick. Once Jack and I have broken you in you’ll get all the daddy dick you could ever want.” He spit into his hand and smeared it on his cock head. Then his head was against my hole and he was leaning over me. His belly was on my balls. He seemed to loom over me, seemingly larger and more powerful than ever. His cock pushed against my still tight ring with a slow and steady pressure. The anticipation made my heart flutter and a wild electric sexual energy crackled between us. I stared right into his eyes as he pushed a little harder till suddenly my hole gave way and his cock head sunk inside me. It was like all the wind had been knocked out of me. For a long moment I couldn’t breathe. A wave of pleasure so overwhelming and intense had crashed over me when he broke past my sphincter that it was like my mind rebooted. He stayed there for a moment, telling me what a good job I was doing as my breathing calmed down. He lent even further forward, pinning my legs to my chest as kissed me. While I was distracted by his invading tongue he pressed forward with his cock. Another few inches slid inside me. I was more full than I had ever been before. Danny was absolutely the fattest cock I had ever had. It was heaven. “That feels so good daddy.” “That’s only half my cock boy. Take a deep breath and let it out when I tell you.” I breathed in deep through my nose, and held it. He gave me a peck and said, “breath out slowly.” As I let the air out of my lungs he pressed onward and I felt his pubes on my ass. “Oh god!” I said. “That’s right. That’s what it feels like to be full of daddy dick.” “It feels amazing.” “You still want me to fuck you?” “Yes!” “And what else?” “I want you to breed me! Cum inside of me daddy! Fuck me!” “As you wish.” He pulled his cock back slowly and then rocked forward again. I groaned and my eyes rolled back. He did it again, and again, and again. Slowly he built up the pace. The hot, sweat scented room, was steadily filled with the sound of fucking. His thighs smacking against my ass as he ravaged my hole. I was putty in his hands. I would have done anything for him. All that I could think about was how good his cock felt, how much I liked being fucked by him, how much I liked being used by a daddy. He slid one arm under my back, his cock still lodged deep inside of me and rolled to the side. I was dragged over with him, landing on top of him, his cock never leaving my ass. Without prompting I started to ride him. My hands gripped his furry pecs. I let the wander, enjoying his hair covered body. He looked so masculine and powerful laying there. I bounced up and down on his dick, driving it deep inside me. “You’re doing amazing boy. You’re making daddy’s dick feel so good!” “Thank you daddy! Getting fucked has never felt this amazing! Its so fucking good. You feel so deep.” “That’s what raw daddy dick can do for you boy. Its how men were meant to fuck. You’re just experiencing real man sex for the first time.” “I never want it any other way again!” He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down into a wet passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestled as his dick was thrust up into me. When he released me he said, “Ok boy. This is your last off ramp. I’m getting close to filling your hole with my cum. Once I do you’re committing to getting fucked by Jack at least once, because if I’ve bred a hole he as to. Are you ready for that? Is that what you want?” “Fuck yes! Fucking breed me!” “Good answer.” He flipped us back over so he was on top of me again. This time he was really hammering me. Sweat dripped off of him onto my body. I licked at the drop that fell on my lips. He growled when he saw me do that. His face started to contort, and his breath came in deep grunted bursts. It felt like his dick was made of steel. Then he let out this roar and tossed his head back. He thrust his cock forward as he did and jammed it past my second hole causing me to shout. He held himself there, his cock throbbing and pulsing as it pumped what felt like a river of cum into my guts. As he did my own cock gave a powerful throb and shot cum all over both of our stomachs. Danny collapsed forward onto me, muttering, “Good boy. I’m proud of you,” as he did. My heart was pounding even as my breathing leveled out again. I had done it. I had taken Danny’s cock and he had bred me. For the first time in my life my ass was full of a man’s semen. It was incredible. I felt more attractive and sexual that I ever had before. Despite just having shot my load all over both of us I was still hard, and a little trickle of precum was dripping from my dick. “Thank you,” I said and kissed his cheek. “How do you feel?” He pushed himself up on his elbows so his face was above mine again. “Fucking amazing. Nothing has ever felt that good. I feel… I feel slutty.” “Do you like feeling slutty?” “I love it!” “Good. I like my boys slutty.” “Am I your boy?” I could hear the hope in my voice. I didn’t know till right then that that was what I wanted, but once I heard it it was all I could imagine for myself. “Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy!” “You’re learning. Well you’re not my boy just yet, but you’re off to a good start. In order for me to call you my boy you’ll have to first take Jack’s cock. Then we’ll see if you’re ready.” “OK!” “Now, just like with my you’ll get lots of opportunities to stop with Jack if you want to. We don’t want you doing anything you’re not one hundred percent sure on. Right now I’m sure if I asked you if you were ready for Jack to fuck you you’d say yes. But I also know you’re full of hormones and post fuck glow. So… you’re gonna wait. I’ve given your number to Jack and in a little while he’ll text you and see if you’re still interested. If you are the two of you will go from there.” “Will you be there?” “Not the first time. The first time is about the two of you bonding.” “Thank you daddy!” I kissed him hard on the mouth. He got up off the bed. “God you’re fucking sexy.” As he tucked his now softened cock back into his jock he said, “Oh, by the way, for the next week there are no other guests here. Its just the three of us. So feel free to… well… walk around in as little or as much clothing as you want.” He bent forward and kissed me again. “I’m going to go tell Jack about you. Relax. You can hang out here, or back at yours. He’ll text you in an hour or so.” One more kiss and a longing look and he was gone.

Just another old story I found, not sure who wrote, but wish there was more. ========================================================= Keith stopped dead in his tracks. Two of the beefiest, sexiest bears were ambling down the street and they were causing his lust glands to go into overdrive. Big balls rolled lazily around in their crotches as they strolled along, their jeans snug enough to outline fat sausages, both pointing left. It was the summer of 2005 and a young and innocent Keith was visiting Palm Springs for the first time during Pride. Needless to say, the place was awash in Horny men of all types and ages. And of corse most of them had HIV. Kieth tried not to be so obvious but he was totally overcome with lust and desire, and he just had to see their butts. He was not disappointed. Both were full and firm and plump, like rock hard half moons covered in a layer of butter fat. He watched the up and down jiggle and daydreamed about man muff diving. Would they be hairy or smooth, pale or tanned? He was so lost in his day dream he hardly noticed the bears turn back. Keith snapped out of his daydream when one of the big bears wrapped a meaty paw around the hard on that was stretching Keith's trousers and gave it a squeeze. 'What have we here?' the big bear asked. 'S--So--Sorry.' Keith stammered. He looked around nervously to see if anyone could see what was happening, but the street was empty. 'You've got nothing to be sorry for.' the other bear said. 'That's one mighty fine piece of meat you got there.' Keith smiled and relaxed. 'You think so?' he asked. 'Absolutely.' the guy who had squeezed his cock replied. 'Want to come back to our place and fuck?' The bluntness of the Question floored the teenaged Keith as his cock throbed and leaked some precum. All too soon, Keith skipped along after the two hot studs. The one with the blue eyes was named Max, while the one with the sexy brown eyes went by the name of Cameron. He was now free to drink in the delicious sight of their big, beefy asses bouncing along as they walked in front of him, happy in the knowledge that soon he would be exploring those hot cracks. But Keith got a bit of a shock. As soon as they arrived home the bears led Keith into the garden and gave him a beer. He was sitting there, enjoying his beer, when suddenly they both whipped out their fat cocks and started hosing him down with their steaming piss. His clothes were soaked and he was about to protest when the feelings this new sensations caused started to get to him. The musk of the piss and the heat invaded his mind as he relaxed. He dimly heard Max grunt. “Fuck that’s a lot of hot POZ Piss on him, it looks good. Keith’s cock grew instantly hard when he heard that. He was about to ask if he had heard correctly when another stream of Piss started from the two bears. Like a stag in the rutting season, he lost himself in it and soon He whipped out his own cock and let their warm piss rain down on it as he pulled the heavy foreskin covered hood back. The warmth trickled over his sensitive cock and balls, driving him absolutely wild. Cameron finished first. His fat cock was still hanging out as he started to remove Keith's shoes and socks. Keith helped him get rid of his jeans and sat back down to catch the last of Max's flow. Both the men started to get hard now and Max pulled Keith to his feet and devoured his cock. In one swift movement it was buried to the root. Once more unable to say anything, Keith heard Max grunt. “Theres a good boy, feed your negative boy cock to my husband and your going to make him very happy.” He said as Cameron's fingers now probed Keith's crack, working some lube into his asshole. It was all happening too fast, and yet Keith felt powerless to stop it. He knew that both of them must be POZ now, he had read stories online and had jacked off thinking about it, but it was always just a fantasy. Now with two hot beefy bears next to him, he faced the reality of hot hot a cock infected with HIV was. Part of him wanted to explore they’re big, beautiful, hairy bodies. To sensually and slowly pleasure and be pleasured by them. But another part just wanted to be used by the big guys, wanted to give his body to their Infected dicks and become their toy. Cameron's flared mushroom cap of a cock rubbed against Keith's lubed up pucker and sent a shiver down the horny twink's spine. This was what it was all about, that first feel of an HIV infected cock on his assring. No matter how good dildos and vibrators were, nothing could beat a real live twitching, precum spitting bulging cock. Cameron took his time, rubbing his poison cock against Keith's pulsing asshole, slowly leaking slimy TOXIC discharge for a good five minutes before he began to slide in. Keith cried out in delight and lost his first load down Max's throat. “Theres a good boy, pump out your negative load and get read to take Daddies Pozitive Dick.” Max came off him with a smile. “Mmm yeah, negative cum always tastes so sweet and pure!” He said and licked his lips and watched his lover plow into Keith's sexy bubble butt. Cameron bent the younger man over one of the garden chairs and began to plow the boy much harder. “It is sweet, but he’s not going to be negative too much longer.” He grunted as his hand reached down to Keith's cock and found it was soon hard again so he started to stroke it. “Looks like our boy here is ok with that seeing how hard he is. That making your dick hard? Having an infected dick up your ass?” He said as Keith looked around for Max, hoping for another blow. Instead he saw the other bronze muscle bear lubing his ass. Max then spread a blanket on the picnic table and came and whispered in Cameron's ear. “How about we milk out his last negative load together, lets milk him together, my TOXIC ass and your TOXIC dick.” Max said with an evil grunt. Cameron licked his lips. “Fuck yeah, lets POZ him up together.” Cameron pulled out of Keith's ass and lay down on the table. Keith was at first disappointed to see Max go sit on Cameron's cock. But then Max lay down with his back to Cameron's stomach. 'Come over here neg boy stick your cock in my hole.’ Max told the boy. Keith, able to talk for the first time, was trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened. ‘You guys are both really Positive aren’t you? You both have HIV?’ He said, staring at the hole of Max as if hypnotized. ‘Fuck yeah we are.’ Cameron said slowly sliding in and out of his partner in crime. ‘I got infected ten years ago, and then made sure Max joined me. We both been sharing our strain ever since then.’ He said as he grunted. Max, his ass up and enjoying the fuck gave a moan and spoke up as well. ‘Best thing that ever happen to us boy, no more fear or doubt or worries. So come over here and stick your dick in my POZ ass next to his POZ Dick, and lets see if you can join us as a POZ son!” He said as Keith watched, stroking his dick, a tiny voice told him this was a bad idea, that doing something os risky and dangerous was wrong, but before he could stop himself, his cock made the choice for him. Keith approached and gingerly started to slide his cock in alongside Cameron's fat sausage. How the hell could one asshole handle two cocks, Keith wondered. But then the blissful sensation of rubbing up along the length of Cameron's cock while enveloped by Max's hot ass overwhelmed him. His brain shut down. There was no time for idle thoughts now; all he wanted to do was fuck. It was like having a mutual jerk off, blowjob and fuck all at the same time. Keith closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and stroked. Each stroke took him closer and closer to the edge. He tried to focus on his strokes, counting them in a desperate attempt not to shoot. The two bears could see him fighting back the well of cum and orgasm building in his balls and in his brains. Suddenly Keith let out a moan and started shivering and he knew it was all over. He bit his lip and emptied his balls while his whole body seemed to convulse in orgasmic ecstasy as Max squeezed his ass. ‘Yeah boy! Empty your load into Daddy Max! Give me all that sweet untainted negative seed and let me milk you of every drop!” The bear grunted and squeezed more. Keith’s cock went limp but it was wedged in place by Cameron's cock. He tried to pull out, but Cameron wrapped an arm around him. ‘Oh no you don’t boy, time for this Daddy Bear to bath your dick in his infected juices!” He said and lunged forward. Keith’s whimpered and squirmed as his tender dick was now squeezed both by the axe and the throbbing cock mashed tightly against his own. Cameron grunted and snorted like a pig in heat as he pumped out surge after surge of his tainted DNA. Keith felt the seed squirting and mixing with his own, feeling as if he would pass out from the sensation. Eventually Camerons orgasm faded as he slowly churned his load up against Keiths. ‘WOO YAH! Nice big load of my INFECTED seed in your guts Max, nice tainted cum to baptist our new boys dick in some fresh POZ Spooge!’ He said as max kept his hole tight, not letting a drop leak out. ‘Fuck yeah, but you both shot your loads, it’s time for me to blast my INFECTED seed, and there’s only one place I wanna feel it go.” He said as he slowly began to get up. As he did, Cameron knowing what his partner had in mind, gently pulled Keith down on the towel, sliding his dripping dick out, but trying to make sure Keith still kept his in side. Soon Max was onto of Keith and looked down at the boy like a Predator ready to devour its Prey. ‘How do you feel boy? Your dick is in a POZ hole, marinating in POZ seed, most guys would be scared and running away, but your dick is already starting to get hard again” Max said, squeezing his ass around the cock still inside him. Keith whimpered and looked up at the bear dominating over him, smelling his stink of sweat and loving it. ‘I, I feel good, I should be scared, but, oh fuck, I want more.’ He said as he laid back on the towel, feeling the grass under it and the warm Pal Spring sun. ‘Thats what I want to hear boy’ Max said as he finally got up, letting the kids dick slid out. As he did, he pushed out a hefty load of the cum inside, letting it cover Keiths cock. Before Keith could think about it, Cameron came up and started stroking it, rubbing all the mixed seed around his cock and balls. Keith knew that half of the seed would be POZ and infected, but he was feeling too good to stop it and Cameron continued to stroke him rubbing the cum around, sliding his finger around Keiths mushroom head to make sure some got inside. As he did so, Max hefted the kids Legs up. ‘Here we go, POZ seed on you dick, and soon POZ seed up your guts boy. This is what you need now and we are going to give it to you!” He said as Max’s fat plump vein covered bear dick began to slowly slide over Keiths ass hole. Max moaned trying to resist the urge to slam in all at once. But he wanted Keith to enjoy and to make sure he felt pleasure from getting POZ dick and POZ cum. Cameron began to help by moving his hands to Keiths nipples and begin to slowly stroke and pull them. A moan quickly followed as the two Muscle bears grinned. ‘Looks like our new boy has his tits wired right to his dick. Going to be fun making him twitch as he takes his new Daddies cock.’ Cameron said, still cum on his hands that he used it on Keith nipples, swirling his fingers around the boys tits. ‘Fuck yeah, work those tits and I’ll work this ass’ Max said as he started to push in. He had spent close to five minutes gently anointing Keiths hole with his TOXIC discharge and had relaxed enough to finally gain entry. The fat tip of his cock pushed in first, Keith whimpered and tried to pull back for an instant as Cameron held him down. The pain passed quickly and soon Keith was moaning as the fat infected cock of the Muscle Bear Max was pushing deeper into his guts. ‘Feeling good boy?’ Said Max as he fucked slowly. ‘Oh fuck yes, ugh, yes Sir.’ ‘Call me Daddy Max’ ‘Yes Daddy Max, it feels so good inside me.’ ‘Yeah boy? You like having infected POZ dick up your boy hole?’ Max said, flexing his dick to make it throb, knowing it was nestled up against the boys prostate. Keith moaned instantly. ‘OH! Yes Daddy Max, I love it! Please fuck me!’ With the words said, Max pushed forward and soon punched his infected bear dick deep into the hunger hole of the now moaning Twink. The hole blossomed open, ready to accept it’s new role as a taker of infected seed. As Max worked his HIV Positive dick into the boys hole. Cameron had moved around and was stroking his own POZ cock back to hardness, slowly pushing it into Keiths face. The boy instinctively began trying to lick and suck on the tip as Cameron continued to pull on Keiths nipples, making him buck and moan. Soon Max was pushing harder inside and with a sudden shiver and gone all the way. ‘There we are, Balls deep, I can’t wait to fill his hole up. I think he has the makings of a beautiful new POZ Son for us. What do you Say Cameron?’ ‘I say I agree, He already has my INFECTED seed swimming down into his dick. Before the day is done I think we really will be making him pregnant. I have wanted a new POZ Son, make a family all joined by my Strain.” Cameron said as Keith let out a huge grunting moan. ‘What do you say boy? Ready to become our new POZ Son?’ Max said, his big hands caressing the trembling teenager. ‘Fuck I Feel so good, I want this, I want to get pozzed!’ Keith shouted as pushed back as far as he could on Max’s big positive cock. The two bears looked at each other and knew the time was right. Max started to fuck faster and wrapped his beefy arms around the boy in a massive tight hug. ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family.’

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.

Got a message from a fuck buddy, said he was leaving work early and wanted to know if I was hosting. I sometimes have a gloryhole setup at my place. But for him, I will host at my anonymous sling. My hole was needing some action, so I told him I could host in a few hours. He said he would come over. I rushed home from work, got cleaned out and get ready for him. He messaged me and said he was on his way. I picked out some toys for him, which includes the baseball bat. I got into the sling, and grabbed my poppers. He shows up and immediately starts rimming my hole. He is very talented with that tongue. He had my hole opened and ready to go. He then lubed my hole up, getting it ready for the toy assault. He will start with the smaller toys (which aren't that small) and then work his way up to the larger toys. Sometimes we have to give up, the larger toys are often bigger than I am ready for. But this time, he was able to work up to the biggest toy I had left out, which I hadn't been able to take before that day. Once he opened my hole up, I felt the cold end of the aluminum baseball bat against my hole. I took a big hit of the poppers and held it while I felt the end of the bat slip inside my hole. He hit a few spots where it wanted to stop. I told him to hold it there and then I hit the poppers again. I would tell him to slowly push more and I felt the bat slip in a little bit more. Finally, we reached the point where we couldn't get the bat to go anymore. (I later measured it, we had 9" of the bat inside me.) He fucked me with the bat for a few minutes, before he pulled it out. Next thing I know, I felt his cock at my hole. He started fucking me hard, asking me where I wanted his load. He knows damn well where I want it, I always want it in my ass. I started telling him to fuck me harder, breed that hole. His hands were grasping for my legs to hold as he was fucking me hard in the sling. I reached up, grabbed his hands and he groaned as his cum flooded my hole. He continued to fuck for a few more minutes, as the last of his load leaked into my hole. He then got the bat out and fucked my hole for another minute. He then got dressed and left. After he left, I felt his cum leaking out of my gaping hole. I got out of the sling and fucked myself with the bat for a little bit. I enjoyed pushing his cum deep inside me.

I’m a bottom verse. I’m about 6.5 inches on average when hard and if I’m really excited and throbbing closer to 7. But when I’m taking dick in my ass I’m usually 2 maybe 3 inches. Part of that is because I use poppers. Part of that is that I take a while to cum. But the main part is that I’m really not interested in my dick when I’m getting fucked. It’s all about getting the top off and making sure he’s having a great time. I really get into it and there’s just no time or desire to get hard. After he used me is a different story and I’ll get rock hard and get off soon enough, many times via another bottom’s hole. There are exceptions and especially with one guy I know, I really try to cum when he does. But that’s more of a bonding than a breeding.

This is refreshing to hear in these forums. Us 'lurkers' who come in with more questions than answers often wonder about whether all of these guys who seem to embrace the risk behind chasing or being pozzed tends to leave readers thinking there's legions of people going out there and making such decisions. I've wondered that most cannot be authentic. I do know guys who are poz, some who've made the decision to come off meds (partly due to cost), others who never sought it out, some who lament their state but plod onward, and some who have vehement positions on those who are seeking out HIV. Chap I've met claims to have gotten it from someone who wasn't religious about medications that gave it to him -- don't know if I completely buy that he got it from oral sex, but I take him at face value. I'm glad there are some reasonable people who can express sound reasoning and concern. Thank you for putting that out there.

That's complete nonsense as far as I know. Anyway, in my book top/bottom is no more strictly binary than any other human orientation, which is to say, not so much. What I can tell you for sure from personal experience is that guys with bigger cocks get asked to top a lot more. So if there's any wiggle room in their top/bottom orientation, they wind up topping at least some of the time, regardless of where their actual preference falls.

Sure, but it also sounds like just about every other virus. Just remember, the symptoms are produced by your body's response, not by the virus itself. For example, it's nearly a ringer for whatever I just got over, which was itself a dead ringer for Covid, but tested negative for that. Whatever it was, was exceedingly unpleasant. And I'm pretty sure I caught it from my cousin's 7-year-old (or his mama), so it sure as heck wasn't HIV.

Long time lurker here and recently been more of a bottom. Back in september I moved from NY to Fort Lauderdale Florida and started getting more into sex with men regularly. Originally I was not on PREP so always used condoms. This morning I was going for my normal morning bike ride and a grinder buddy hit me up that he was horny before work. We've met once before but it was only for oral sex. He didn't have alot of time so I arrived in my biking gear and stripped naked for him, he's strictly a top so I was ready to take his cock. We started to play and he slipped on a condom and worked his cock into my ass. Someway through the condom must have broken, he noticed and asked if I wanted to put another one on. I figured he was already fucking me bare so might as well continue. He continued to fuck me for like 10 more minutes bare before picking up the pace and pounding me deep before cumming deep inside my ass. This would be my first bare load in my ass in many years. I then continued my bike ride with his cum in my hole and could feel it leaking out occasionally. I guess with him now no more condoms in the future.

Jon was a 62 year old security guard at a New York high school. Gay. He secretly lusted after 18 year old Michael. Who at 6’ foot tone body. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Nice ass and 7inch dick was the object of Jon’s unrequited obsession. Jon himself 5’8 with a pouch belly hadn’t really notice Michael before until he saw him in the shower after a football game. Michael would tease Jon. With “you’ll never catch me.” Since he could take off and it would take Jon time with his lower back pain. One Saturday night. Jon would catch Michael and use it to his advantage. Michael was out drinking. He was too drunk. And if his parents found out he would be grounded. Lucky or unlucky for Michael. Jon saw him. And Michael pleaded for Jon for his help. Jon saw this as an opportunity. And took him back to his place. Jon took Michael into his bedroom. Michael took his sneakers off and passed out on the bed. Jon took off the young man’s clothing. Than his underwear. Jon took off his clothes and started to play with Michael’s dick. Then began to suck it. Michael moaned in pleasure not knowing what was going on. Jon kissed him on the lips and slowly placed his dick into the boy’s ass. “Finally caught ya.” Jon kept going in and out. Michael realized what was happening. But to hungover to fight back pleaded with Jon not to cum inside him. Jon said ok. But lied. His loads shot deep inside the young man. The next morning still not able to move Jon had two friends over. Who took their time with Michael. Fucking him and making him suck their dicks. these men were overweight in their 60’s getting laid for the first time in years. Michael finally left and Jon thanked him Would continue to fuck him if he didn’t want his parents to find out

Got invited over to an old gay friend to watch a movie. Got there all was chill We talked about things and started to watch the movie next to each other. Movie got boring and he looked at me and asked want to watch something else? I said yes. Lol and of course he put in porn. So we watched took a few minutes and he grabbed my hand and put it on his lap. In no time he plull my head down to his lap. I pulled his pants down and took off my shirt and bent over to suck his cock. Didn't know he took this pic till later that night..

My boyfriend and I have played with a couple of the tunnel plugs, as a top I'm not a big fan of them for fucking as I prefer the feel or my cock going into ass rather than going into a silicone or harder material. Where they are good in my experience is for piss play.

I regularly fuck a married guy. He lives in the suburbs and always waits until his wife goes to sleep, and then he invites me over. We either fuck behind his privacy fence or underneath his carport. He absolutely loves to be fucked. My cock’s a decent size, and he loves to push back against my cock and begs me to cum in him. It’s hot and sleazy and raw.

Thanks for that incisive reply, 11bi11guy. That was a great explanation.

my older brother is just over 8 inches long, 6 around. that was the first cock I sucked, first cock I took in my pussy and the first cock I deepthroated to the balls. I took it all when he took my virginity.

Condoms

I just had to tell some one about what just happened to me... I guess I should give you some back ground first. I am no stranger to cruising. There is a park less than a mile form my house. But never in all the years that I have been going there have I ever had as hot a time as I just had tonight. I had walked three blocks from my house to a mini mart for a few things I needed. About half way back I got stopped by a bum. He asked for spare change. I told him I didn't have any. It wasn't a lie. I only had dollars. He started walking away. As I started walking I got a great idea. I turned around and called to him to stop. When I got to him I told him again that I didn't have any change but I asked if he wanted to earn 5 bucks. He asked how. He smelled like alcohol so I asked a few questions first. "Can you get your dick hard?" was the first question. "I never had a problem why?" was his reply. I didn't answer but instead asked another question " Are you big?" " Never had a complaint why?" was his reply." If you go with me up this alley up here and fuck my ass till you blow your load in me I will give you the 5 bucks." I waited for a reply. I didn't wait long. " Fucken fagot" and he started walking away. So I started on. I didn't get more than about ten steps when he came up behind me and said he would do it. So we went down the alley about half way. I was so horned up not to mention I couldn't believe what was going on. I unbuckled his pants and reached in. (No underwear, not that I was surprised). I pulled out a beautiful peace of meat. He was about 8 inches and pretty thick. I started playing with it and in no time it was hard. I pulled out a tube of Vaseline (which I always keep with me, as I am sure any guy that cruises can attest to... LOL) and lubed up my ass and his cock. I bent over the hood of an old car we standing by and braced my self. He stepped up and started easing it in me. It was pure heaven. Once he got all the way in me he started picking up the pace. The faster he got the loader he moaned, as did I. I guess he had more than a little booze him cause he banged away at me for almost 25 minutes. Never stopping or slowing down. Finally he mumbled he was gonna cum. I was in pure heaven. It must have been a while for him cause I actually felt him shoot. That has only happened twice in my life. Not to mention he came so much I couldn't hold it all. It started dripping out of my ass before I could even straighten up. It was FUCKING AWESOME.. We got ourselves together and I gave him his 5 bucks. We started walking out of the alley. I told him if he ever wanted to do it again that I lived on this street and walked at night a lot. Guess we'll see if he comes back..

"Sorry man, this hole is just aching to be stretched," Nelson said as he slowly began to move his finger inside the boy with Sarge still firmly lodged. Raymond's back arched, his drugged up mind instinctively doing its best to accommodate not dildo but now Nelson's middle finger. Still not at the first knuckle, Nelson moved his finger around the dildo while slowly moving it in and out of Raymond. Again Raymond's back arched, but this time Thomas placed both his hands around Raymond's throat has he slid his thick member in and out of his other hold, using both thumbs to apply pressure. In the brief glimpses he got of Raymond's eyes, he knew the boy was, again, lost in the pleasure and relishing the pain. He began to apply pressure to Raymond's throat with each of his thumbs. As the moments passed he watched the boy's body react. First, he felt the boy swallowing more and fast. Then he saw, to both his left and right, the boy's hands wrap around the chains in an attempt to pull himself off the cock and away from Thomas' grip. Then he saw it in the boys body, slowly thrusting up while still trying to manage the invasion of the dildo and finger. In and out his cock went, hands still choking off the boy's air supply. He didn't let up right away, he wanted the boy to understand that he didn't have a choice, so he slowly, very slowly released his grip and watched as the boy's body reacted to having air again. Thomas hadn't noticed, but Nelson was looking at him. "Fuckin' A, dude! That was hot. His hole was clenching tight around the dildo and my finger. Come stretch him out, I think our little slut deserves a reward." Nelson then abruptly removed 8 inches of Sarge and his finger causing Raymond to gasp around Thomas' cock. Thomas took the opportunity to shove his cock down the boy's open throat, causing the boy, once again to grasp as the chains. Nelson left the room to the sound to Raymond gasping, signaling the onslaught on the boy's throat was temporarily halted. "This faggot needs to be more...open," Nelson thought to himself as he walked into his bedroom, his hard cock leading the way. In the back of his closet he found a small vial of mostly clear liquid. After a quick trip to the kitchen he returned to the bedroom, juice cup in hand with a bendy straw added for ease of drinking. He smiled to himself as he saw Thomas on his haunches, face buried in Raymond's hole while the boy was muttering nonsense. Thomas' well-manicured beard was taking Raymond's senses to a new level. Feeling the soft yet bristly hair rub against the sensitive parts just around his hole, while Thomas' thick, sloppy tongue darted in and out of Raymond was driving the kid wild. Thomas slowly jacked his thick and rigid cock while he feasted on Raymond's hole. He knew he was driving the kid mad. He knew his beard was amping up the sensations the kid was feeling. He knew the kid was fucked up and, looking up at Nelson, wickedly smiling down on him, holding a cup in his hand, he knew the kid would soon be on another level. He stood as Nelson knelt down to be face level with Raymond. He grabbed a bandana off the shelf and wiped the sweat off Raymond's face then stoked his head. "You're such a hot fucking stud, you know that right?" He said to Raymond. Raymond turned his head and smiled a big goofy smile, eyes wide. "Drink this, all in one go," Nelson continued as he again stroked the boy's head. Raymond smiled and took the straw in his mouth and greedily sucked down laced juice, too high and too blissed out to notice or care it tasted off. His eyes were locked onto Nelson and the only thoughts that raced across his mind were related to pleasure, obedience, and sensation. He had never felt this good. He had never been treated this good, even if it cost him his comfort at times. He embraced the sensations these two men were giving him. Now, looking into Nelson's eyes, he was glad the stud was giving him the refreshment his body desperately needed. He vaguely heard the sound of air trying to slurp up the last drops of whatever Nelson gave him before he stopped and saw Nelson stand. He felt Nelson stroke his head a few more times before he heard a command. "Open up, faggot." He looked up and saw that Nelson was now standing above him and he opened his mouth obediently. Nelson spit into his mouth and Raymond dutifully swallowed. Just as he was getting lost in the eyes of the man standing above him, he felt the beginnings of something pushing at his over-sensitized hole. He looked down over his sweat-covered body and saw that Thomas had his hands on the chains next to his legs, lining up his thick cock at his hole. "Let's hope Sarge opened you up a bit," Thomas said before he slowly and steadily sank into Raymond. Raymond felt like he was taking a long, deep breath. He felt his hole stretch like it hadn't before while also feeling the heat radiate off Thomas' cock. The boy's eyes widened as the cock seemed to take days to enter him. "Focus on me," Nelson said. Raymond immediately looked up and saw a smiling Nelson. The invasive stretching continued but he was in a daze looking up at Nelson. Still smiling down at the boy, Nelson said, "Fuck this bitch." Raymond was a bit confused, the words not quite registering or matching up the smile Nelson was giving up, but all his senses were immediately brought back to his hole as Thomas took Nelson's command to heart. His hands moved down to the boy's thighs and the slow and steady sinking-in of his cock into the boy was replaced with a mechanical like pistoning. The boy both screamed and moaned, over and over as Thomas fucked the boy's hole. There was no love or anything resembling positivity or connection to the scene Nelson was witnessing before him. Raymond's hands found the familiar chains next to his hands, vice-like on the rattling chains. The boy's body was pouring with sweat, his muscles flexing and contorting, struggling at the brutal fucking he was receiving. But receiving was too calm and ordinary of a word to what Thomas was doing to the boy. His fingers dug into the boy's meaty thighs, latching on to the sweaty and firm flesh as a way to ensure he wouldn't be going anywhere. In and out his cock went, feeling the slut's hole convulse around it. The boy's cunt was on fire. Although the music was still steadily beating in the background, all Thomas could he was the boy scream and moan and huff and puff and struggle. "FUCK...AGRGHHH....FUCK...YES...STOP...PLEASE" Raymond managed to get out. Each wording reacting to the thrusts he was being punished with. Nelson looked down at his cock, it was stiff and dripping as he took in the sight. For some reason he thought there would be some sort of build up, or preamble to Thomas' fucking. But no, not really. The slow entry gave way to an almost maniacal fucking that was born of anger and aggression. Thomas, nor his cock, would not relent. Steady and hard he continued, sweat dripping and pouring onto the boy, splashing as it would collect on his cock as it smashed into the boy. The screams and pleading from the boy continued, but the intensity lessened. The moans of pleasure soon began to overtake the pain. Thomas looked down at the faggot beneath him. His hole was like a constricted furnace. The slut's eyes rolled around in his head, his muscles flexed and unflexed. His words pleaded to stop and then asked for more. Thomas wanted to hurt him. Not the "pretend" hurt, like before where he slapped, smacked, pinched punched and choked. He wanted to hurt him like he hurt Toby 5 years ago. After Toby, Thomas learned what true restraint meant. He learned that he couldn't be the fucker he wanted to be. Maybe that's why he wanted to hurt Raymond like he had done to Toby, they were somewhat similar. Raymond would leave here sore, with maybe a few bruises and marks and wanting more. But Toby wasn't as lucky. Yes, Toby's two broken ribs, two black eyes and cigarette burns healed, but life wasn't quite the same after. Toby hadn't been aware of what he was in for that night when he met Thomas and after Thomas dumped him at the emergency room two days later, he anxiously waited a call or visit from the local police, but neither ever came. He texted and called Toby, wanting to know what he might have said, secretly wanting him to come back for round 2, but the calls and text were never answered. But he knew Toby had talked because Thomas was avoided by every potential fuck slut he attempted to chat with online and at his favorite bar. Thomas believed in consequences so he wasn't mad or upset by it all. He learned a valuable lesson after that: those who wanted to be hurt were not as fun as those who were unwilling. Thomas knew his days of hurting boys like he did to Toby were over and decided to move to a new town and gently push the limits of pain and punishment in his new home. But oh how he wanted to hurt Raymond.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER IX: Upgrade to POZ I had over 3 hours still before the Chicago flight was boarding…I guess I’m one of those “get to the airport early” people. In fact, that was one of the things my ex and I used to argue about; of course now I look back on that time and chuckle, it was all so innocent. I was totally afraid of catching something and was a complete condom-nazi, even in my monogamous relationship with my ex. How times have changed! Just a couple of years ago I would have no idea that today I’d be happily single, POZ and loving it and gleefully breeding and infecting any chaser who wants my loaded seed. And there have been a few oblivious bottoms-up bottoms at the bathhouse or under a stall in a men’s room who have gotten my gift as well…So I really may be well over 10 pozzings for all I know, but the X only counts with confirmed hits. Hence the flight to Chicago to meet up with my poz son Benny and hopefully his boss InstaKyle. Still content from my security room pozzing of the hot TSA agent Reggie, I made my way for a quick shower and nap in the private lounge area they have here. I paid for entry to the lounge and was ready for some restorative time. I showered at the little personal booth here in the lounge area, my hands rubbing over the biotat that Eric did for me, now pending its first accompanying X now that I just pozzed up Reggie the TSA agent not 1 hour previously…Just rubbing my hands over my poz tat makes my dick stir again, even though I’m dog-tired and my cock has shot three big loads in a few hours. Again, I just know deep down that the pozzing happened, but of course I have to wait for the official confirmation from Reggie and from Harry from the night before…Eric is a stickler for known pozzings before applying an X to signify membership in “The Ten.” As I’m toweling off, my phone buzzed and I had another confirmation, this one from Mitch, the 75-year old neighbor of mine who outsourced the pozzing of his young BF Clark to me. “Thank you Randy! Clark had a bad fuck flu and a poz result this morning on the home test! He is so happy and you’ve made me a happy Daddy as well! You’ll always he his biological Dad ! See you around the neighborhood!” I’m so excited I got another confirmation and Clark is Officially Son #5, even though Mitch is his Daddy. After the shower, and now this good news, I settle into the little bed in the small chamber, hopefully for a couple of hours’ rest before the boarding process. Between the late-night pozzing of Harry and then the early morning dash to LAX, then meeting up with and breeding Reggie, I am pretty exhausted and off to sleep I go right away. Some of the way through the nap, I lapse into a dream, a lucid dream which I have sometimes…in the dream, my pierced POZ cock is getting sucked off expertly but I can’t see who is doing the deed…I just sense a uniform on the guy and a pin with wings and a logo and a name, but I can’t read the name. He speaks in a hazy voice or in my hazy dreamlike state “Can I do this? Is this OK?” But this is a sweet dream nonetheless and my cock rises from its slumber and I feel it throbbing and pulsing. It’s so true that the more poz sex you have, the more you want! Only now in this dream I feel like the mouth on my cock has been replaced by a warm hole, moving up and down on me, I’m moaning and groaning in my sleep and before I know it, I dream another toxic load of my poz seed is impregnating this mancunt into the poz brotherhood. Happily satisfied once again, I drift off into a deeper sleep and in an hour or so, my phone alarm buzzes and I get dressed again, hoping to grab some coffee on the way out of the lounge. Among my clothes which I had thrown on the little chair next to the bed, I see a strange object…It’s a nametag. “Calvin” Was it always here, left by someone before me? Or was my lucid dream of fucking and seeding some manhole really *not* a dream? I have no time to ponder this, and I finish dressing, grab some coffee and head out of the lounge for the gate. The flight is boarding in 15 minutes and I sit myself down waiting for my group to be called. The gate attendants are busy with papers and answering questions: “We board shortly, ma’am” “Yes, I can switch your seat, sir” – that kind of thing. Just then, the female gate attendant looks up and greets the approaching flight crew: ‘Hey, Judy,” “Hi Bill,” “Good morning, Theresa,” and “Oh, hey Calvin.” I shot up in my seat to see who Calvin is – and was not disappointed; his hot body straining against his tight uniform, his brown hair and three-day stubble framing his face, setting off his green eyes. He’s about 25 if he’s a day. ‘Can’t be, I think to myself, could it? Calvin greets the desk attendant “Hi, Marie, I needed that nap in the lounge – just what the doctor ordered! Only I can’t find my nametag now!” I look down in my hand, which is still holding the “Calvin” name tag and walk over to him at the desk where he’s chatting with his co-worker. “You looking for this,? I ask, holding out the gold nametag. His beautiful, smiling face suddenly went all sorts of pale, and he leaned into me and said “am I in trouble now with you?” “Why would you assume that,” I responded. He sheepishly looked at me, saying ‘I did ask you if it was OK but I think you were maybe still a little sleepy and I wondered if you had heard me. I don’t want you to think I would do that if you hadn’t consented.” “Well, did I consent?” I asked, playing with him a bit. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say. “My friend Reggie described you to me and told me what you did for him. He was so happy about it, I had to see for myself. I saw you in the lounge and you hadn’t locked your cubicle door.” “You wanted this,” I asked, pointing to the lower part of my T-shirt but really pointing to the poz biotat below it. “Desperately…been trying for years.” “I’m glad to be of service,” I whispered. “Now, you can’t get loaded up by anyone else until you get the fuck flu…and with my strain, you’ll get it. Rest assured, I *have* just pozzed you, I’ve got a 100% conversion rate, even after just 1 fuck.” Here’s my phone number, handing a slip of paper to him. Text me when you get your results with a pic of the test.” “Thank you, Sir,” Calvin said, a couple of tears streaming down his face. “I have to get onboard now, but I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” With that, he turned and walked past the gate attendant, saying something quickly to her, and then he was gone up the jetway. A couple of moments later, I hear my name called to the desk. Calvin got me upgraded to 1st class! ~90 minutes later~ I’m ensconced in my lie-back 1st class seat, the very helpful and friendly Calvin, my poz load already at work on his bloodstream, changing his DNA and bringing him into the poz brotherhood, has been supplying me with champagne the whole time. Calvin texts me an address of a hotel with the message “Shame we can’t do an encore here on the plane when I’m working, but this is where I’ll be tonight, a few of us flight attendants who want the same thing will be there as well.” Immediately, I text my poz son #2 Benny, who I’m going to meet at O’Hare… “You up for some toxic gift-giving with me tonight, boy?”

Obsessed was too strong of a word. Ever since that day on campus, Nelson was uniquely intrigued by Raymond. After hearing that Raymond had a nice dick from one of his regular fuck sluts, Nelson began to think about Raymond more and more. Nelson had no problem getting sex, that wasn't the issue. He had trouble finding someone to connect with past the sexcapades. Not just any type of connection, he sought that carnal connection. Of the hundreds of men Nelson had bent over, spread eagle, face up, ass down, only 9 he thought were capable of the connection he sought. In the end, none of them worked out. Nelson didn't want to own someone or be some faggot's master. Those types of folks were a dime a dozen, the types to give up so much of themselves because they had this warped sense of fantasy wrapped in horniness. No, Nelson needed a man with a strong will, someone who walked their own path, someone unwilling to conform but also someone willing to be broken in the bedroom. From Nelson's history, this was a fine line to cross. All 9 had given in too easily, gave up when things got seemingly too rough, too mean, too unpredictable. As fucked as it was, Nelson wanted to show these men twisted versions of himself in order to find someone capable of connecting with. Sex was the wild card. If he could be a twisted mother fucker while having muscle sluts impaled on his dick, he could look in their eyes and see the conflict, the rage, the humiliation, the pleasure, the pain, the longing, the stubbornness, the excitement, the potential. He could see all the things he needed to see in order to judge someone worth his time. Nelson called it his fucked up fairly tale where he found his Prince Charming through domination, drugs and lustful deeds. "Do you want to do the honors?" Thomas asked, handing Nelson the Tina-coated dildo. Looking down at his sweaty, muscled prize, blindfolded and gagged, restrained and in obvious discomfort, Nelson thought that Raymond might be the one. But he had to put him through his paces first. "Fuck yeah, but lower his arms, just a link or two. He needs to focus on this and only this for now." Thomas sauntered over to Raymond's outstretched arms, licked them from pit to wrist, caressing and squeezing the strained muscles, squeezing his bicep and nonchalantly checking the plumpness of his veins before he unclipped the right restraint, and then the left. A wave of relief washed over Raymond. The fire that was inching its way from his wrists, down his arms, to his shoulders and upper back was doused with coolness of relief. Raymond settled a bit more comfortably in the sling, arms still stretched but with enough slack to be thankful. "Thank you," Raymond attempted to say. His head rolling slightly, ass as on fire as ever. "Was that a 'Thank you.'?" Thomas asked. Two slow nods. "You're welcome, sweet heart. How about we give you a present for all the hard work you've done today?" Thomas quipped, while reaching over the boy's head and grabbing a nipple in each hand. A series of muffled moans came from Raymond. "Such a hot muscle fag," Thomas whispered into Raymond ear, pinching and squeezing each nipple. Hard then a sudden ease. Hard then a sudden ease. Then 10 pulses of hard pinches. The boy's chest heaved and fell, his ass ached to be filled. Nelson admired Thomas when it came to his ability to take sluts from pain to pleasure in the same moment. As he thought to himself, Nelson realized he did not quite have that same quality. He was often quick to anger. But now was not a time for anger. With his free hand he found Raymond's hole, inserting two fingers, pumping them in and out watching the boy getting caught up in all the sensations. "Listen up, slut," Nelson said while removing his fingers and using them to keep the boys ass cheeks slightly spread. "I need you to focus on your ass right now, can you do that for me, kiddo?" Raymond had never been called 'slut' and 'kiddo' in the same sentence. Nelson had his attention, even if Thomas was doing his best to distract him. Nelson placed the the tip of the Tina-covered dildo at the entrance to Raymond's cunt and slowly began to push. Slowly, the bulbous head had trouble squeezing into the entrance. But slowly and firmly Nelson pushed. As the first half inch made its way into Raymond's fuck chute, he felt that now familiar burn. It was unpleasant but in combination with everything else going on, he did is best to relax his hole because Sarge had a long way to go. "Yo, poppers for the fag." Nelson quipped. Thomas released Raymond's nipples and went to his bag. He pulled out a small blue bottle and ripped the cellophane off the lid with his teeth. Before removing the cap, he gave Raymond two swift, hard slaps across the face. "These are brand new. Show your appreciation," he said before pinching the left nostril shut. "Breathe deep, 4 times." Raymond obeyed. By the fourth breath he was swimming deep somewhere off shore. Thomas released the nostril and then covered the right, "Four more, fag." Raymond wasn't as quick to obey and Nelson noticed his hesitation. Whether it was because he couldn't focus or he wasn't sure if he should do more, the boy needed to understand his place in all this. Nelson gave a quick jab and 4 inches of Sarge was thrust into Raymond. His body heaved, his torso raised, his head yanked from side to side. "Steady the bitch," Nelson directed. Thomas raised his hand and slapped it down hard onto Raymond's chest and followed through and pushed his torso into the sling. "FUCK!" Raymond tried to say but it turned into something primal when Nelson began to slowly twist Sarge inside Raymond's cunt. Raymond felt tiny pieces of the Tina dust grind against the inside of his guts. Stretched, slapped and invaded, Raymond's mind was going everywhere. "Let's try this again," Thomas covered the left nostril. He didn't have to say a word as Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. He let the boy adjust before covering the right. Again, Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. Further he went off shore, swimming the the pleasure of the fumes. The invasion of Sarge was a distant roar. Raymond lay his head back and let his body run on instinct. He felt something inside catch fire. It was like a burning log was being dragged deeper inside him like a caveman dragging his club. There was pain but it seemed to have a purpose. By now Sarge was almost balls deep into Raymond. Nelson was twisting the dildo all the while firmly pushing it in. The boy was lost at sea. Thomas reached down and removed the gag. Raymond instinctively stretched his jaw and began to mutter. "Fuck...yeah...fuck...so...full...fuck...me...fuck...me...harder..." The last word caught both Thomas and Nelson off guard. "The heart wants what the heart wants," Thomas said and they both laughed stupidly. Thomas bent down and began to make out with Raymond. Even in his fucked up state, he was an excellent kisser. Thomas explored the boy's mouth and had no doubt that he was still intent on heeding Nelson's command by focusing on his ass. Nelson began to slowly drag the silicone dick out of Raymond, centimeter by centimeter. Twisting and turning, making sure every particle was absorbed into the boy's cunt. Thomas removed his mouth and asked, "Did you say harder?" There was a brief pause then Raymond nodded his head and said, "Yes, sir." Nelson stood and instructed Thomas to lower the head side of the sling. Understanding his intent, Thomas lowered the sling while Nelson began to slowly pick up the pace. The boy was moaning harder, almost certainly unaware that his head had been lowered. Thomas grabbed the side of Raymond's head. "Open up, sweetie," and without much preparation he began to shove his dick into Raymond's waiting mouth. Raymond's hands wrapped around the chains holding him and began to eagerly work Thomas' dick as best he could all while Nelson was picking up the pace. The drugs were doing their job, Nelson was sawing the boy's cunt with the dildo in increasingly swifter motions. The boy's ass was thrusting to meet the motions. Nelson would push in until Sarge was balls deep, twist, turn and then pull out firmly until just the head remained. Again, he would push in, but this time making circular motions, watching as the boy moaned and ached around Thomas' cock. Thomas, meanwhile, gently stroking the kids face, occasionally interrupting the boy's eager cock sucking by spitting into his open mouth and degrading him with harsh words in loving tones. "Look at you, you fucking faggot whore." Spit. Slap. "You like getting your cunt wrecked, like a drugged up slut?" Spit. Slap. Slap. "Suck my cock like you mean it or we both stop." Raymond would then visibly pick up the pace and do his best to get Thomas' dick down his throat as Nelson was now pistoning in out of Raymond in rhythmic motions. Nelson couldn't help but begin to stroke his own mighty member. Whatever happened when the next 24 hours was done with, he was going to enjoy this boy's body and push it to its limits. With limits in mind, Nelson again began to make wider circular motions as he thrust the dildo into Raymond. Deeper moans came from the boy. On the third circular thrust, Nelson stopped about halfway in and began to rub his finger where the dildo met Raymond's cunt lips. In half circles, he ran his finger over the top of the dildo and Raymond's entrance from left to right, slowly adding pressure. When the pressure wouldn't give he would go back to the circular thrust in and out of the boy. On his 4th attempt, he was able to slip is middle finger inside the boy next to the dildo. This caused Raymond to have a sharp intake of breath around Thomas' dick. "Careful dude." Thomas said to both of them, but more out of concern for his own dick than for Raymond's hole. Nelson gave an apologetic nod, but he couldn't help but get lost in using this boy. Perhaps tonight was just the beginning of a dark and twisted fairy tale.

Meanwhile, Billy and Jamal were going for another round in our bedroom with Ty joining in. Groped and Pozzed 3 I was forced to sit naked on the floor while I listened to two hung seemingly poz black me fuck my “top” fiance. I could only imagine that he was being spitroasted with Jamal’s cock reaming out his rarely fucked hole. I know I had never fucked Billy in the years that we had been together. I fact, I couldn’t recall Billy ever telling me that he had been fucked, and now he was being dicked by two of the biggest dingers that had ever fucked me. Plus, they are poz! Our bed squeaked loudly for nearly 20 minutes then it just stopped. I could hear voices, but could not make out what they were saying. Then I heard Billy begging and pleading for them to stop. Whatever they were doing was causing him a great deal of stress and pain. Billy seemed to settle down and then it got quiet again, but out of nowhere Billy was moaning and begging for their cocks to split him open. I could not take it anymore. Curiosity got the best of me. I snuck up to my own bedroom door and cracked it open to see Ty on the bottom with his massive dong in my fiance’s ass in the middle and Jamal’s huge dork sliding along right beside Ty. I was amazed that Billy could accommodate such manhood. Hell, I was amazed that anyone could. I grew jealous of Billy getting all that cock. I wanted some to myself. That is when Jamal noticed me at the door and ordered me out of the room. I immediately shuffled out of the room and closed the door behind me. I sat on my knees in the living room for what felt like an eternity. I soon fell asleep on the floor on my knees. I just slouched over until I was startled awake but warm water on the back of my neck and back. I immediately jerked up and caught a facefull of piss from Ty and Jamal. I instinctively opened my mouth letting them drain themselves into a willing receptacle. They got dressed and high-fived each other and left me drenched in their piss in the middle of the living room. I jumped up and went to check on Billy who was sound asleep in the middle of our defiled bed. I wanted to climb in with him, but I knew he had a hard night. So, I showered, mopped the living room, I almost got the pee smell out of air, and by that time Billy was awake and pulling the soiled and cum stained sheets off of the bed. We didn’t talk much that day, but whenever Billy got hard. I was expected to service him. After he put the sheets in the washer, I was on my knees in the shower he slipped his piss hardened cock in to my mouth and filled me belly then he fucked me. Telling me he was wasting his last negative loads on his whore fiance. I shot my useless seed down the shower drain while Billy’s went up my ass. This silent treatment lasted all day Saturday and into the evening on Sunday. I lost count how many times Billy urinated on me or his loads I took. I was becoming his human cum rag and toilet. I am not saying I did not like it, but at least talk to me. That is when there was a knock at the door. Billy ordered me to strip down to my jock, which I always wore around the house, and answer the door. I gave him a quizzed look, but did as I was told. At the door stood Jamal and two other black fellows I have never seen before. Jamal pushed past me as did the other two. Joking that it looked like I was ready and willing for Round #3 with Jamal and his boys. Billy offered up that I was and we were. Jamal ordered me up front and center of the room. He pushed me to my knees. Soon the whole room was naked and nameless black cocks were being force fed to us willingly. Jamal fed me his cock and one of the other guys ordered Billy to suck him too. I could not see the cock being forced down Bily’s throat, but I could hear him gagging on it. Soon standing next to Jamal was the other black kid and he was shoving his cock into the foray. I would suck on Jamal for a few seconds then switch over the equally-sized new cock. I was still dressed. I am sure that is the only thing that slowed these guys down from getting to my ass because I sucked one the other would feel my ass and slowly started to work down my pants. Meanwhile, Billy was now naked and leaning over the back of our black leather lounge chair while his big black invader was eating his ass. Jamal must have thought that was a good idea. He and the other guy I was sucking both already naked and rock hard. They pulled me over to the end of the couch… More to Cum When I am back home from Vacation If you like this story let me know. I am thinking a 5 to 6 parter Joey I love to skype or whereby with verbal guys with a poz fetish. Hit me for a quick chat

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

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

this story is pretty much based on a true story, - it was my first time, and we really did fall in love... sadly our paths took us different directions many years ago - and although we are still in touch, I've been without a soulmate since. At first glance you would assume I am just an average, conservative kind- of –guy, and I would tend to agree with that assumption. But after my last “ordinary” relationship with my boyfriend failed, I decided it was time to break my boring routine and try to enjoy some of the more adventurous things in life that I had always passed on. Now that I was spending my nights alone, I was relying on my computer more for sexual stimulation. Thank God there is no shortage of porn on the internet. I would surf for any hot movie that caught my eye, usually with some hot muscled jock. I’d recline back in my chair, and start to lazily play with my cock while the stud in his jockstrap got his hole licked and fingered and slowly stretched open. Buy the time his pink pucker was quivering for some dick, I would usually have a finger or two up my own ass, and my own dick would be hard as a rock and leaking drops of precum that would mix with the lube I was using to stroke my shaft. I always tried to match my speed and intensity with the hot fuck session that was on the screen, so that I would cum at the exact same time as the guy in the movie shot his load deep in the ass of the jock stud he was fucking. After my own ass finished clamping down on my fingers and the aftershocks of shooting an intense load wore off…I would clean up, shut off the computer and climb into bed …alone…and realizing that computer porn would never make up for the 'real thing'. As time went on, I noticed that my taste in movies was starting change, and those muscled jocks I had watched were now replaced with hairy muscled leather guys. I also started looking in the local chat rooms for some actual “real” connections. I felt myself being drawn to scenes that involved a lot of ass play…guys in harnesses that were stretching open the holes of other guys in slings. Soon it wasn’t just hot dicks plowing pink holes...it was dildos and fists stretching open hot hairy butts. I was mesmerized, and my ass was starting to take on a mind of its own. After years of vanilla sex, my hole was starting to get hungry for more. I bought some toys...and some poppers...and began to start mimicking what I saw in the movies . I also started popping into some of the local chat rooms, and found out there were a lot of guys online that were really heavy into the leather scene. I posted a profile, but was always to nervous about ever starting a conversation with anyone. Here I was…just an average conservative guy, who was starting to feel the pig awaken. These guys were already knee deep in the pigpen, and I knew I’d be a disappointment to them when they realized I was just a newbie. I didn’t own any leather, and I only had one jockstrap…that I used for my online photo. So one night, I was feeling especially horny, and logged into the chat room, got my toys, lube and poppers out, and settled in for another solo session. Within a few minutes I suddenly got an IM from another guy in the chat room. He was a hot hairy muscle daddy, and he introduced himself by letting me know how much he loved the photo of me in my jock. He was hot, and sexy, and I started to wish I could muster up the courage to give in and let myself go, and be the perfect pig boy he surely was looking for. After some online flirting, he invited me to come over. I was horny as hell, but scared to death, so I politely declined his invitation. I told him the truth, that I was brand new to this, and way too inexperienced to be much fun for him. He immediately replied, asking if I was into PnP. I hated to admit, I didn’t even know what that meant. Pain and Pleasure? Piss and poop? Christ..what was I getting into? He responded with a “LOL” and explained it meant party and play. Using recreational drugs to take the edge off, or enhance the pleasure. I told him I had done poppers…but never had tried anything else. He asked if I was interested in experimenting a little, and told me that he would love to be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of Pnp Pig Sex. Wow….all of a sudden my cock became instantly hard..and I could feel my ass twitch with excitement. I didn’t know what it would be like, but suddenly I had a hot leather daddy wanting to take me under his wing, and show me all the mysterious pleasures that had become so intriguing to me. In one last effort to stall…I asked him what exactly he had in mind. He told me that I would need to come over, and that I would need to trust him. He promised to walk me thru everything once I was there and ready to play…but he didn’t want to waste time writing about it when he knew it would be more fun to experience it. He gave me some simple instructions…take a shower, clean up…and out, wear my jock, and pick up some Gatorade, or water, or whatever I wanted to drink. He promised I’d need to replenish my fluids because he was going to make sure we had a long hot sweaty night. I got directions to his place…and I was burning with excitement. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I hopped in the shower and hopped in my car and within 45 minutes, I found myself knocking on his door. He opened the door…and looked even hotter than his pictures. His head was nearly shaved with a military style buzz cut. He was shirtless, except for a leather harness, and his tribal armband tattoo. His nipples were pierced, and his hairy pecs were hard and muscular, and shadowed over his flat abs. A thick treasure trail of hair disappeared into his black leather pants and silver studded belt. He looked just like one of the guys from the movies. He immediately smiled at me...which made me feel immediately more relaxed…and he invited me into his place. As soon as I stepped inside, he reached around me to shut the door, and immediately put his arms around me to pull me in close to him. He rubbed his hands on my chest thru my t-shirt, and pressed his pelvis up against my jeans. It took me by surprise..a little, but it immediately broke the ice, and I wrapped my arms around him, and ran my hands over his muscular shoulders and arms. As my hands reached his, he took them, and smiled again, and pulled me into the entryway. “Come In, stud” he growled…get comfortable, take your clothes off, and let’s get to know each other. He led me to a room off to the side, which had all of the things that you would need to film leather porn. “Welcome to my playroom!” I was speechless, and took a long deep breath to try to slow down my heartbeat. I think he could sense my nervousness, because he pulled me close once again, kissed me, and pulled me down onto the couch. “Just relax..I promise, I will make sure you enjoy every minute of this, and if you ever want to stop…just tell me…we won’t go anywhere that you aren’t comfortable going.” We kissed again..and I was immediately turned on. He took my shirt off…pinched my nipples, rubbed my crotch…and I was instantly hard as a rock. My hands were all over him as well…and I started to let my inhibitions go. “Let me go get something to help us relax, and you get out of those jeans and shoes. I’ll be right back.” He left for a second, and came back with a little travel shaving kit. He pulled out a bag of weed, and some rolling papers, and a lighter. As I got undressed, he rolled a really thick joint, lit it, and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a very long time, and then let it escape his lungs in a low growl. “Okay…your turn…it’s just pot…and it will help take the edge off, help you relax, and get you a little horny.” I took the joint, and followed his instructions. I took a deep inhale, and worked really hard to fight the urge to cough as I felt the smoke burn inside my chest. I held it in until he told me to let it out…which seemed like 10 minutes…but was really only a few seconds I’m sure. “Good boy” he said, and rubbed my neck. He took the joint back for another hit and we both sat back on the couch and started feeling each other as we passed the joint back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the effects. It was a fuzzy, drunk kind of feeling, but it felt good, and I WAS really relaxed, and starting to get a really deep new feeling…it was horny…but a whole different kind of horny. I started to really get into our touching and kissing, and before I knew it we were done with the joint, and greedily sucking each other’s dicks in a 69 position on the couch. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers and tongue start playing with my hole. It felt so good. I knew it was the pot…but Damn! This was awesome. I was sucking his huge dick, and moaning, and grinding my ass against his face and fingers. He spit in my ass, and started working in two of his fat long fingers. God it felt so good. “Good boy..you like that don’t you…there is a little pig in there just dying to get out isn’t there?” “Yes sir” I muffled between taking breaths from sucking his huge cock. “Nice” he moaned, and began working my hole into a frenzy. “I think you’re ready for my next surprise” he said as he reach over to his travel bag, and pulled out a tiny little baggie, with some white powder, and a tiny little silver bullet. “Coke?” I asked. “Nope, Tina" he replied. “Tina?” I repeated. “Yep. It's sort of like coke, but better for sex. You can smoke it, snort it, put it in your ass, and even inject it directly into a vein - but it goes right to your ass. And you will want more than my tongue and fingers up there.” “So, how are we doing it?” I asked. “We’ll go easy at first, just a little bump off the silver bullet…and we’ll make sure you have some time to let it kick in. You’ll probably feel a bit of a rush at first..like a jolt of caffeine, but in about 20 minutes, you will feel it start to warm up your ass, and I bet your hands won’t be able to let go of your dick." "Okay" I replied, adding “ although I think the pot has already done a pretty good job of that.” We both took a hit from the bullet, and the instant effect was just as he described. I was really starting to realize I was in very good hands. He was letting me know what to expect, before it happened, and his description was very accurate. We went back to exploring each other’s bodies, and before I knew it, my ass was tingling, and I was pulling on the head of my dick like I was pulling taffy. I was groaning a low guttural groan that I had never heard myself make before. We did another hit off the Tina bullet, and I was really starting to feel the effects. “Okay, boy. I think we’re ready for some more serious play. Your ass is really getting hot, and I want you to get in that sling, so I can open you up, and fuck you.” I hopped up so fast, I think my brain was now in my ass and following his instructions. He helped me get into the sling, and then lubed up my hole, and his cock, and I moaned in ecstasy as his beautiful thick cock slid into my hungry hole. We started out slow, and his fucking gradually grew in force and intensity. Getting fucked had never felt so good. He gave me another bump of tina, and then grabbed a bottle of poppers, and held them under my nose. “You said you have done poppers before..right?” “Yeah.” “Good…then take good hit, so I can pound your ass really hard.” I inhaled deeply, and he did the same, and no sooner had he recapped the bottle, he grabbed the sling and started pounding my ass with wild abandon. “FUCK…YEAH…” we both screamed. I was pulling on my dick as hard as I could, but noticed it wasn’t getting as hard as I usually do…but I really didn’t care. It still felt good..but it was my ass that was feeling amazing. I felt it squeezing and clamping down on my hot leather studs hard dick as he pounded my ass, and arched his back while his eyes were rolling back in his head. This was incredible. It was better than any fantasy I could imagine. He gave me another hit of poppers, and then reached under the sling and started banging the shit out of my ass….I could tell that he was about ready to cum. Between the pot, the tina, the poppers and the fucking…my head was reeling. I had never felt so turned on. I was suddenly brought back to my senses as I heard him shout and yell, and felt his hard cock slam deep in my ass as is shot the hottest, most forceful load I’d ever taken. My ass involuntarily clamped down, and made sure that every drop of cum was worked out of that amazing dick, and not a single drop was spilled. He immediately slumped forward, drops of sweat landing on my chest, and kissed me passionately and deeply. My hips were grinding involuntarily, not wanting to let his dick escape my ass as we kissed. Finally, his dick slid out, but I was still pulling on mine, soft…but sensitive. He saw my face register a bit of disappointment – both for my failure to get hard, and also for the sudden emptiness in my well fucked hole. He immediately reassured me that the soft dick was often a result of the Tina, but not to worry…all the pleasure was going to become more and more intense in my ass. He asked if I was ready to try some toys, and if I was ready to try a different way to do a hit of Tina. I must of looked a little nervous again, because he immediately kissed me again, and with his lips still pressed to mine, he whispered with a hot breath "Trust me.” And I did. Once again, he reached into his black bag. This time he pulled out a thick syringe. My eyes widened with fear, because I was not real fond of needles. “Don’t worry” he said. It’s not a needle. Just a water syringe. But it’s got dose of Tina in it, mixed with the water. I’ll squirt it into your ass, and within seconds you’ll get the effect. Just hold it in, and when I get your first toy, it should be absorbed. You'll love it..and you’ll be ready for some bigger toys than the ones you have. Cool?” “Okay…I said…you haven’t let me down yet.” He pulled the cap off the syringe, and showed me that indeed there was no needle on the end. He put a little lube on the edge of the syringe, and gently worked it into my hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay…here we go.” I suddenly felt the liquid slowly start to fill my ass, and I envisioned it mixing with his load. I was suddenly hit with an amazing rush of warmth that nearly took my breath away. “See…it absorbs pretty quick. You should be flying by now.” My heartbeat suddenly picked up, and my breathing became quicker. He pulled the syringe out, pinched my nipples, and then took my hand away from my dick as he sucked my soft cocked like a vacuum. I yelled in absolute pleasure! Oh my god it felt so good. FUCK YEAH…DAMN…my ass was on fire…I needed cock bad. It felt so good. “There’s my little piggy” he smirked as he stepped away. My hand went back to my dick, and I started pinching one of my nipples as he back away. He reached over to a table and pulled away a black cloth, and revealed a table full of all kinds of dildos and sex toys in all sizes. One of them was just as big as mine at home…but they got bigger and bigger as they lined up along the table’s edge. He grabbed one, and smeared it with a generous dose of lube, and then started slowly working it into my ass. I couldn’t believe it…it was like my ass had a total mind of its own. I was no longer in control..and I suddenly felt my hole stretching open further than I’d ever been opened up before. But it felt so good. I took a deep breath, and moaned again. He got it about halfway in, and then held it in place as he reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle of poppers. I took another deep hit of the poppers, and suddenly, I was in a whole new world. My eyes rolled back in the back of my head, and then I felt my entire ass open up as that huge dildo slid right in to its giant rubber base without any pain or resistance. HOLY SHIT….It was so fucking deep …OH FUCK! I could feel that giant rubber dick deep in my guts and it felt so good! He started to work it in and out. Slowly at first, and gradually picked up speed. I got lost in the pleasure…and closed my eyes and floated in that sling as that giant dick stretched my ass. Every now and then he would touch my chest, my dick, my face, and give me occasional hits of poppers...all the while giving me deep low groans of encouragement. He soon went for a bigger toy…but I was too lost in my ecstasy to really notice. I did feel a little bit of pressure as he eased the bigger toy in, but it was soon followed with another deep hit of poppers, and I was off in my own world again, as that giant invader laid claim to my open hole. I have no idea how much time had passed, and hour…maybe two. I gradually started to feel like I was coming down, and my senses were returning to normal. I looked up…like I had just regained consciousness, and smiled at my sexy teacher. He smiled back…and we didn’t even need words at this point to share the mutual pleasure we were both feeling. He slid the toy out of my ass..and I was shocked…somewhere in my soaring high…he had upsized again to a third, even bigger toy. I never would have believed I could take something that huge…but he showed it to me from between my legs, just to prove to me that I was more pig than I realized. We laughed a bit, kissed some more, and then he grabbed my bottle of Gatorade and a towel. I was sweating profusely. Took a deep drink, toweled off a bit, and started to catch my breath. At this point I thought things were winding down. He was standing closer to the table, taking a drink of his own bottled water, so I started to sit up in the unsteady sway of the sling. “Where you going boy…you had enough?” “Oh…I thought we were winding down” I sheepishly said…immediately feeling slightly worried that I gave the wrong signal and disappointing my new leather daddy. “Well, I have one more surprise for you, if you want. I thought I’d try to take it up one more notch…that is if you want to” I couldn’t possibly imagine what he had in mind. I was absolutely in awe of what we had done so far, so if we still had one more level to go, I wasn’t sure I could take the overstimulation of my senses. “You want to really let go of your inner pig…this is the best thing there is.” He reached into his black back again, and pulled out two thin syringes with an orange cap on the end. I was puzzled, because the last syringe was much bigger, so I didn’t know if it was a smaller dose to just bring the action back up a little, or if this was something totally different. “Okay, let me tell you about this, and then you can tell me if you want to keep going or not”. This syringe has a needle. So this dose of tina will go right into a vein. It’s called “slamming.” It’s just like getting a shot at the doctor, or giving a blood sample. “That doesn’t sound too bad” I timidly replied. “Well…this will definitely take you one level higher than the booty bump. You will feel this rush in your entire body, you will immediately feel the Tina take effect, and I guarantee, you will be amazed at how fast you let go of all your inhibitions….do you still trust me?” “Yes” I answered. “Then trust me, I think you will like this a lot. I will make sure that it’s quick, painless, and I will be here to make sure you stay calm enough to truly enjoy the amazing rush.” “Okay” I said…but I might not be able to watch, I don’t do so well with needles. “No worries”, he said. “You do whatever you want. Let’s get you out of the sling though, because I want to do you first, and then I want you to go kneel down over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air. I will then do my slam, and come over and take good care of your ass while you ride the rush,. “Okay…I’m ready” He went back to his back bag one more time, pulled out a black elastic strip for a tourniquet, and 2 small white envelopes…alcohol prep pads. He came back over to me, with the syringe, pulled my arm out and looked in the crook for a vein. He quickly tapped the large vein, and then started to wrap the black elastic around my upper bicep. My vein started to bulge, and my heart was already racing with a little bit of excitement, and a lot of nerves. He opened the alcohol prep pad, and gently wiped it over the inside of my arm. I was scared to watch…but I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated. It was like my leather daddy was getting ready to give me a shot…like a nurse. It was somehow, very touching, like he was taking care of me…and all of a sudden all of my worry melted away. I kept watching as he took the orange cap off of the syringe, and exposed the tiny thin needle. He turned the syringe upside down, and flicked it on the side to knock the air bubbles out of it. He looked at me deep in my eyes, smiled again, and asked “ready?” I nodded yes. Okay..turn your head if you want. “I’m okay” I said. “I trust you”. He gently placed the tip of the needle at the edge of my vein, and I took a deep breath. He gently eased it in, with only a slight pinch, and then I felt a little pop as the needle went into the vein. I kept watching intently. He pulled back slightly on the syringe, and I saw a wispy red cloud rush into the syringe. He took the tourniquet off my arm with his other hand in a single soft pull, looked at me one more time, and said, “Here you go baby, this is gonna be intense…you might have a cough..But that’s normal…it’s the tina hitting your blood and your lungs, don’t be scared…just enjoy it.” “Okay…go for it” He slowly started to push the plunger downward, and the reddish liquid started to disappear into my vein. I immediately started to feel a tingle all over my body…like when you put your tongue on the end of a nine volt battery. The more of the slam that went in, the more I tingled...I got this warm all over rush, and my chest started to expand with a heavy breath. I felt my eyes open wide, and my ass squeezed so tight, if there had been anything in there I would have snapped it in half. The last bit of liquid in the syringe went into my arm, and then I suddenly felt the uncontrollable cough. Two coughs…and then I WAS SOARING!!! SHIT! SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!. He pulled the needle out and immediately covered the skin with the alcohol pad. He lifted my arm above my head, and then reached around the start digging at my ass with his giant meaty paws. OH GOD!! I NEED YOU IN MY ASS! “Feel good Baby?” “FUCK YEAH” OH SHIT..that’s all I could say. I started to feel my legs go week. “Go kneel over the couch, get your ass lubed up real good…I’m on my way” I staggered over, reached for the giant bottle of lube, pouring out more than I could control. I leaned over the couch and started shoving lube into my hungry hole, stretching it open, shoving fingers in, and trying to get my whole hand in. I was in ecstasy…I was finally out of control, feeling piggy as all hell, and ready for anything. I didn’t even notice my leather daddy administer his own slam, until I heard his own cries and groans of pleasure suddenly shout from behind me. “Oh, yeah….piggy….let me work that ass” “Yes sir!” He came from behind be and I saw his had come over my head; he handed me the bottle of poppers, and then reached for the giant bottle of lube. “Take a good long hit…you are about to be sent into a whole ne w world.” I took the deepest hit of poppers that I had ever taken…and I held it deep in my lungs…like the pot smoke from earlier…and suddenly I felt my entire ass just relax and open up like molten lava, and I felt my daddy’s hands working to stretch my ass open. First it was three fingers….then four…..then another mind numbing hit of poppers, and then I lost all awareness of anything…all I know is that my ass had never felt more full. I was gyrating my hips, and wagging my piggy tail like I needed to get my hungry hole filled with a buffet of anything that was in reach. I suddenly felt my ass stretch just a bit far..and then a soft pop, or suction sound. I had his whole FIST! HOLY SHIT! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! I screamed in pleasure, my daddy was yelling encouragement… and I had never been so wildly out of control. He flipped me around to the front of the couch, laid me on my back, held my feet above my head with one hand, and handed me the poppers again with the other. I took another hit…and then so did he…and I couldn’t get his fist in my ass again fast enough. I was riding his fist, and then his forearm, and then suddenly I started to let go with a *******ial spray of piss all over my chest…he grabbed my dick with his free hand, and held it up so that it sprayed all over my face, and then his. It had a bitter taste…the first time I’d ever tasted piss. “”That’s tina piss boy..It’ll keep you flying high too…but I’m not taking my hand out of your ass yet ..but when I do…it will be so I can shove my dick up your hungry hole, and piss my tina right back into you” He kept his word…he fisted me to the point of an uncontrollable orgasm…I didn’t even touch my dick..and it was still soft…but I was coming all over myself. It was mixing with the damp piss stains on my stomach. He gently pulled his fist out of my hot hungry ass, and then shoved his dick in. He looked down at me, and with an amazing softness, he stared right thru to my soul, I started to actually tear up, and cry with absolute abandon. It was the most beautifully hot and touching closeness I had ever felt to another person in my entire life. I trusted him, and he took me placed I never knew existed. And then, just as I was catching my breath, and stopping my tears…he leaned in close, whispered once again…”good pig”, and then kissed me gently on the lips….it was then that I started to feel the warm tina piss filling up my hot hungry ass…and my soul nearly left my body, and floated up to my new slamming soul mate.

I wish this story continued. I want to know what happened next.

The exact way I like it too and often was used and loaded... Having onlookers while getting fucked make the others want a piece of the action too. If the night would be slow, I always tried to make a good amount of noise to attract more top fuckers... One load is never enough.

I arrived this evening in Istanbul for a holiday and i got quite a few grindr messages after some minutes. Turkish guys look really good and have big dicks it seems! After taking a quick shower a guy came over and we started with a good kissing session followed by an intense, pretty slow fuck. He bred me deep and stayed inside after, didn't lose his erection once. The 2nd round was super rough and had me begging for his load. Good start of my trip in Türkiye! Where do I apply for a Turkish boyfriend?

This is an important point. You have to make your horniness work for you and not against you. Realize that that very horny mindset in which there’s no doubt in your mind that you want and would take that cock is a fragile state. If you are feeling it, don’t start masturbating, edging, gooning, whatever. Don’t start drinking or using substances that either provide alternate stimulus or change your mental state. In short, don’t spoil your appetite. Keep yourself in that special state of cock-hunger. I can’t tell you how many times a Top has told me he’s coming to fuck me but he’s going to take a shower first - as soon as I get that I instantly know I’m never going to see him. Why? Because Mr. Horny Top is going to get naked, get warm and wet, and start touching himself in private places all slicked up with soap. He’s pretty much guaranteed to get something out of his system. If I put my body in service, I deny myself any access to my own orgasm until I’ve done my duty. My sexual hunger is a valuable asset, and I cultivate it so that a Top gets the most, hungry, most intense response from me that he can get. Stay hungry.

So I'm talking to this 24-year-old on Grindr. And FYI I am in my sixties. Anyway he wants to meet up and fuck me raw. I said great but I couldn't host at the time so he said that's fine I like to do it out in public. So I told him where there was a parking garage on the lower level it's not very busy so he met me there. Never even saw a picture of him beforehand and he was a tall black guy handsome. And I put my hands on the hood of my car dropped my pants and he came over takes out his cock splits on it and tries to enter me but it's not lubricated enough so I've bend down and suck it for a bit. Then I stand up again hands on the hood and I point out that there's another car there they are watching and we both said we didn't care. So he starts fucking me rough and raw and before too long he cums in me. I suck his cock clean. After that he zips up and gets back in his car and leaves. I talked to him later online to thank him and I said we'll have to do it again and next time in a state park or woods and he said absolutely. So so looking forward to it getting a little warmer.

It’s a toss up because I like both. The only logical thing to do is to have someone fucking me on both ends and both guys shooting their loads at the same time

know what you mean about being in your "true form." i (we) go to the baths when we're horny, but go with low expectations to avoid the feeling of disappointment. just wearing leathers, rubber or showering with naked men feels greaT! my partner and i usually bring along a small dvd player and BB dvds for extra enhancement... and some toys to keep our fuckholes open and lubed for that next topman! and then, of course, the night is a hit when you leave with several loads in your hole!!!

This time I was a lot bigger than I have been previously. I still enjoyed gentle lovemaking but I could hardly move as I was so big. My due date arrived and went without any sign of baby being born. No amount of vibratoring was working. I put a blindfold on and lay on the bed naked. Then I felt a hard cock stretching my pussy open it felt so good. I must have been funked for at least an hour before my waters broke. Soon baby arrived. But then more contractions happened, this time it was quads two of each.

We didn’t sleep much. We fucked each other into exhaustion. We went to our meeting came back to the room at 11. I undressed Larry and licked his entire body. I sucked that beautiful cock until I could taste his precum flowing. What a wonderful taste. I mounted his cock and slowly milked his manhood. For an hour we fucked in silence just staring at each other with our eyes doing the talking. No poppers to alter my desire yet I was full of desire. After an hour I began pounding with Larry returning every thrust with passion. We blew our loads together. I climbed off and sucked him clean then licked my cum up and kissed Larry. We snowballed for 10 minutes and both swallows my cum. We passed out. We slept all afternoon, when we awoke, Larry asked what’s next? I want to go to a bath, a raunchy one. I know just the one Larry said. Lots of uncut poz cocks. Perfect!!! We ordered room service then got prepared. Larry told me what to expect and I became so horned up I was shaking. I squirted plenty of lube up my cleaned out ass and we set off. Boy what a sleezy place as we got there. We signed in and got a room. The attendant said it was “sling night “ and wished us a good time. I read about slings. Couldn’t wait. My cock was at full attention. I asked if there was any HIV testing available. He said it was near the showers. I smiled at Larry and he nodded. We got our room and stripped. I told Larry I was not wearing a towel and I wanted him naked as well. I wanted us to be hit on. We walked around getting lots of looks. The cocks I saw were huge and mostly uncut. I was at full attention. Here take this as Larry handed me a pill. I recognized it as a 20 mg Cialis. I swallowed it. Thought this would help,Larry smirked. We are going to be here all night. I smiled we went into a room with total blackness This room is for anonymous fucking. No cocks or asses refused Larry whispered. I’ll hook up with you later. The room was full of naked bodies. There were hands all over me. Before I knew what was happening I was being bent over and a cock was sliding in me. A cock brushed by my face and I started sucking on it. I was in heaven. In f few minutes a voice behind me grunted “Take my toxic load” and I could feel the cum coating my ass. Before I could thank him another cock took its place then another and another, most telling me I was taking a poz load. I swallowed a few loads as well. After an hour I staggered out with cum running down my legs. I was heading back to the room but the cum running down my legs was a magnet for cock. I was grabbed and fucked 4 more times before I got to the room. Larry was waiting for me. Having fun? YES!!! I got tested he said. Results in a few hours. Excellent. I need a shower. Then to the sling room , Larry announced. OK!!! in the shower I was approached by several guys who soaped me up and took turns with me. All huge uncut cocks. I shot cum two times. I was exhausted with pleasure. We went back to the room. Why is everyone hitting on me? Because you are so white and smooth Larry explained. These Latinos love that. You stand out. See what happens in the sling room. What? You’ll see. We went to the sling room. A guy in the sling a slim white guy was just getting off. Cum was running out of him. Take his place Larry urged. You think? Yes. I was never in a sling so Larry helped me. I was tied in. Once in place Larry announced. “ He’s a negative chaser”. There was a roar of approval of the 10 guys in the room. Before I realized it a line formed in front of my exposed ass and a huge uncut cock was entering me. A mirror above me gave me a great view of the action. The sling rocked and my prostate was really being stimulated. I came twice before he came yelling “Take my toxic load!!” I then asked him to let me clean him. He did. I thanked him. The next guy was fucking me. The cum in my gut was foaming around his cock. It was so erotic I don’t know how many loads I took but I loved every second. I stumbled back to the hotel. When we got there Larry undressed me and whispered in my ear. “ I love you and I’m poz”

I woke up in bed next to Katie who was still asleep. I don't remember much after finding out her roommate was 10inchscorpion. All I remember is the feeling of his cock and his threat. I got up and went out to the kitchen to make myself and Katie coffee, Michael was on the couch with a cup watching college football. He gave no sign to the fact he had just fucked me the night before. If Katie or anyone were out here, they would just see two guys that had just met. I poured myself coffee and sat on a chair near the couch he was on. He glanced over and then over his shoulder towards Katies room, looked and me and then shook his head no. We talked college football and the usual straight male conversations I used to have at the office with coworkers, before I became their cum dump. I went back to the bedroom to grab my preP, but when I got to the bathroom the allergy pill container wasn't there. I scrambled a bit in search of the pills and looked through her belongings as well, maybe she grab it by accident. I left the room to check my backpack that I had left by the door and as I entered the living room Michael shook a pill container on the couch. "Got allergies?" He said, tossing the container to me. "Yeah, They're pretty bad this time of year." I answered. "Fuckin liar" he scoffed. "What do you-" I started "You don't think I figured it out?" He said. "I've got a good track record, I show up once, and my job is done, but with you, who has been unable to be pozzed by that asshole Thomas AND me... There was no way." "Are- did you" I stuttered. "They're still in there faggot, but I've got a reputation. So when I fuck you again, and you don't poz up? that'll be the last time I fuck your ass." "And if I do poz up?" I asked. "You're a fantastic bottom. I'll fuck you anytime we're both up here," he said. "I'm the only guy that has seen who you really are?" I asked. "Yes," he sighed. "I'm going to need more than once in a blue moon then." I said, my empty ass and hardening cock agreeing. "Oh you greedy bottom," He said. "Two can play that game.. Straight.. Bait." We heard Katie move in the bedroom, Sounded like she practically fell out of bed. I took the allergy pills back to the bedroom and her and I went out to join Michael for her coffee. It wasn't long before Katie said. "Did you take your allergy pills?" Michael quickly shot me a look and then went back to the game without Katie noticing his reaction. I told her yes, and then we started talking about where we would go today and what we'd do. (Most of it tourist stuff around the Bay) Michael pretended to be annoyed at our conversation over his game and went to his room. Katie and I went to get ready, and there she told me her real plans, ending at a hotel room she has worked out with a guy online. My phone vibrated, a text message from a number I didn't have, "Kitchen." "I'm going to grab a water," I said. "Alright, I'll shower." she said grabbing a bluetooth speaker and putting on music. I went out to the kitchen and Michael was standing there waiting, I could see his big cock outlined in his shorts. "Change of plans slutbag." he said motioning me over. On the counter was a large turkey baster looking "syringe". "Keep taking the pills if you want this week, We're going to poz some tops." he said placing a hand on the full device. "What?" I asked. "Hands on the counter, and turn around." He said twirling a finger. I did as I was told and he pulled my shorts down. I stuck my hips back slightly in anticipation of what's to come. The large device was place in my ass and then taken out, my hole started to feel wet. Next I felt his cock, spreading me wide, but sliding in easily. He placed poppers on the counter between my hands. I greedily took a hit per nostril. As he got deeper and deeper into my ass, he wrapped an arm around my chest and grabbed my throat pushing my chin to the ceiling. "This is full of my cum, And you're going to use it as lube, tonight, and this week as you let who ever wants to fuck you, fuck you." He whispered in my ear. "Yes Sir" I whispered back, mouth open as I feel his glorious cock hit something deep in me, then rearranging what ever it was to get deeper. I took another hit of poppers as he thrusts got harder, but he kept them deep. "After this week of pozing those tiny tops you've been letting inside you, I'll poz you for real, for the world to see. But first you're going to need a small 10inchscorpion tattoo on your ass" "Yes Sir," I managed. He continued to grind deep into my ass, his hips ramming into my ass against the counter. I could feel his cock on the front of my body inside me. He came inside me as his hands dug into my throat and side, just as the music ended in Katie's bathroom. He slowly pulled out, I could feel ever inch as it left my hole. He went to his room and I took his large device filled with his cum to the room and placed it in the "go bag." Then I explained to Katie that I need a new tattoo before tonight.

Katie moved up to San Jose the next weekend but I was left in her old room. The negative test came in and Thomas was not happy. He came by Friday and fucked me, on the bed as movers helped take Katies belongings out of the room. One of them seemed interested and kept sneaking a look into the room from the living room. Thomas made no attempt to be quiet or inconspicuous. There was a camera on us again, and now no matter how close the camera gets to the action the tattoo will let people know who's getting fucked. I was on my knees, sitting back onto towards my heels my ass at the edge of the bed, my chest pressed against the bed, my face pressed into a popper soaked towel. Thomas was now 3 loads deep into my ass, and his hand print was all over my lower back, sides and ass. He deposited His fourth load and left in a huff. The room was a mess, Thomas tore it apart looking for preP pills like when he came to my apartment. Over the counter pill bottles were everywhere in the sink in the bathroom, on the floor in the bedroom. Luckily he never looked IN any of those bottles. I was almost passed out on my stomach in the bed. My chastity device pressed backwards between my legs, my not so lubed swollen asshole cooling down from the the marathon fucking from Thomas. A bottle of poppers were by my pillow, but the towel was away from my face so I wouldn't black out. I felt a hand on my calf, and was too groggy to look to see who it was. The hand traveled up my leg and spread one ass cheek to the side, examining my hole. I lifted my hips slightly in anticipation. The hand on my ass pressed my hips down. "Are you really him?" The person asked. "Who?" I said with my eyes closed enjoying the strangers hand. "Straightbait" He said as his hand running over the tattoo. "Yes Sir" I slurred out. "Poz yet?" "Not yet" I moaned, my ass wiggling. "Do you want to be poz?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy" He said, I then felt his dick resting on my ass, it was heavy. His hands pressed onto my shoulder blades pushing me into the bed, and his dick was in between my ass cheeks. His hips contacted mine, and pressed his shaft against my hole. I moaned, one hand left my back and placed the poppers into my hand. "You're going to need this faggot." I took a hit and collapsed on the bed. The strangers cock was at the entrance to my hole and he pressed in. I'm not sure if I was just sore, or if he was that big, but I felt like he was stretching my out with a large toy. I felt his cock slide into my body slowly and deeply, it was unreal. By the time I felt his hips contact my ass I was feeling the head of his cock hitting places no one has hit before. He pulled out almost all the way and drove in a bit faster, but just as deep. My body fought it this time and I flinched. "If that hurt faggot you're going to need more poppers." I took a double hit and turned my head the other way, facing the towel. His hand left my back and sprayed maximum impact into the towel and shoved it into my mouth. My body immediately relaxed and his cock sank to a new depth. He sped up slowly but soon was pounding into me so fast and hard it was hard to breathe. I could feel my hole loose and open just taking the cock from tip to base. I started to flex my hole milking his huge cock. He moaned. "You're better than I thought you'd be." He said. "Thank you Sir" I answered. He thrust one last time into my ass and grunted, I couldn't feel the cum, but by the sound of it, there was a lot. He pulled all the way out and my ass stayed open. It was no longer sore, but felt empty and gaping. I heard him get dressed and he messed with the camera. I didn't think anything of it. I had no idea who it was that just fucked me, and it kind of turned me on not knowing. It was one of the best cocks I had felt. I wanted more. The next day I got a message from Katie. "Who is 10inchscorpion?" "What? I don't know, why?" I text back. "It seems like someone uploaded a Straightbait video on their channel and tagged you. It's a fucking hot video too." "Oh." I replied. I went to look at the camera and the memory card was missing. Who ever fucked me after Thomas yesterday was 10inchscorpion, and I really wish I saw who it was now. I went online and sure enough, there was a video on the Recently featured section, a huge brown cock in my tattooed ass, the uploader, 10inchscorpion. My phone started vibrating from a phone call, I reached for it. Thomas was calling. "Fuck" I thought.

I developed a "fetish" that most will not be able to relate to I guess... I stalked a guy in my neighborhood for almost two years before I had the heart to approach and speak to him. I told him to not freak out and if he was looking to make some extra cash. I promised him to treat him with respect and to no male-to-male stuff. Then I gave him my number and about a week later he actually gave me a call. So we arranged a meeting and clarified on the details. He kicked my balls while I was on my knees in front of him. Later I gave him cash for this and he left. This developed into a serious and ongoing thing. I spend a lot of money on this and he gets more and more into this mode "to what ever he wants". There's nothing more intense than receiving hard kicks from him. He's straight and skinny with a very very viril and masculine body language. This is actually the reason why I approached him in the first place. He's so hot.

I stepped into the shower after our fuck and thought about what was going through my mind. Had I really been turned on by the thought of my cheating boyfriend getting pozzed by one of his tricks? As I washed off the sweat from our fuck, my hand soaping up my dick and nuts, I thought of the intense orgasm and I started to firm up again. Something that should be said about an Aquarius is that we have intense fantasies. I imagined Joey going to meet a poz trick and pictured him bending over to receive his gift. I got rock hard as I thought of the guy, who I pictured as Ethan Wolfe, sliding into him raw and thrusting, unloading his cum. Just then my second load burst forth and I stood there panting. I rinsed off and got out of the shower. My mind kept playing over that scene and I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget about it. When I went into my bedroom, Joey was fast asleep, cum drying on him. I was still awake so I went grabbed my laptop and went out to the living room. I had heard of a site called BBRT from a friend I knew who was into barebacking when I lamented to him of the fact that Joey was so staunchly "safe", but I told him I wanted to try being monogamous as Joey had asked. I went there and signed up for a profile quickly realizing there was more kinky stuff than I realized. Skipping most of it, I put in my stats thinking I would probably be better off being honest with whomever the guy would be so he knew what he was in for. I put up a cropped photo of my shirtless body when Joey and I were at the beach last summer. In my bio I put that I was discrete and looking to play out a fantasy - vague enough not to rouse suspicion in case there was someone who might report me for my immorality. I navigated to the search options and checked of boxes for poz tops who give loads within 10 miles of my zip code and looked through the options. Living in a major metropolitan city, there were plenty of guys fitting that description. I scanned through the first page and found a Latin guy the same age as me, 26. He was uncut and his bio explained he was into poz talk and dark fantasies. I had to purchase a membership to see his pictures better, but it was worth it. He looked hot and I felt my dick plumping up as I viewed each pic of his thick furry latin frame. I got a notification that I had a message and clicked over to see that it was from the same guy I was looking at. >hey there stud. What fantasy are you looking to play out? My heart fluttered and I hesitated, staring at the message for what seemed like hours. There was no taking it back if I told him, but if I didn't I knew I wouldn't be able to tell anyone and I wouldn't be able to get my revenge. >hey sexy. Well, to put it bluntly, my fantasy is to poz my boyfriend. I just found out he's been cheating on my the last year and a half we've been together. I sent the message and sat waiting for a second. I went back to his profile and looked at his public pictures some more, taking in his brown furry skin. I got another two messages and clicked back to see one of them was him unlocking. >that's one hell of a fantasy, very hot. I unlocked, do you have any pics of him and you? I quickly went to upload some nude pictures of Joey under private, adding the caption as "the bf" and added a few of myself just for good measure. I clicked onto his profile and unlocked my pics and started looking at his new photos that showed a pert furry butt and an impressive thick 8 inch tool. I began salivating at the thought of it pumping Joey full of cum when a new message appeared. >you two are very sexy. You've both got a sort of jock/cub thing going on, I like. So he's been cheating and you wanna get revenge by pozzing him. Tell me more. I told him how Joey and I had been together for a year and a half and that he was being shady so I snooped in his phone and found messages from a lot of guys that he hooked up with. I mentioned our rough fucking and how he wouldn't even let me fuck raw. Then I told him about my fantasy and that I even jacked off in the shower thinking of him loaded with poz cum. While waiting to hear back, I went to the picture of his cock and rubbed my dick through my sweat pants. It was thick and even hard there was skin bunched up at his head. There was another pic of his foreskin pulled back and I saw his thick mushroom head leaking cum. I rubbed my cock head and felt how wet I was getting when the alert came. >that can be arranged. For some reason the condoms I use tend to break And I've been poz for a year now and haven't started my meds yet so I know I got some toxic cum. I'd love to help you get your revenge. What's his name on Grindr? I sent him what I knew and described the image, as it wasn't one he sent to me. I gave him my address and said he would be around for at least the next day. He told me that he would head over to the Starbucks near my apartment and look for the thumbnail and hit Joey up in the morning.

a load in my mouth is just that, a good tasty load in my ass, i swallow it and i'm happy it didn't go to waste.....on the other hand a nice load up my ass would mean: i probably had not only his dick inside of me (usually it was waaaay inside at this point), getting harder and harder, and i was feeling the throbbing all inside, i had his thighs pumping my ass, most probably i was laying in my stomach, so the top had all his body covering me, mmmmmm...his arms holding me. i'm surprised to discover right there whether he like it slow and sweet or rough and violent (a mix of both is why i really like). just before he starts coming i could feel all his body shaking, i could hear a moan (either a little one or a lions roar!) coming from his guts, right on my neck, behind my ear. right before the moan my rectum starts getting more and more sensitive and it would feel the first contractions of the penis and a few moments after that an explosion...we have been transported somewhere else, out of this reality, we know we are experiencing the oneness, nothing else matters. the nice warmth and the pushing of the fresh cum, all this now is happening in just seconds, my whole butt is covered by the weight of his thighs and ass (that's why i LOVE big ass men, do you get it now? the bigger the ass, the heavier it feels right at this moment....) i could sense the top just went in like some sort of shock, he is not himself anymore, he feels defenseless, he tries to grab my ass or my back as he would be falling from somewhere and he needs me from falling (from where?...to where?...), if i wanted, i could just turn back and harm him or say something stupid and ruin the magic, it is all up to me and i have that power... of course i just remain totally still letting him know that he is safe to express and be himself at that moment, i love to feel the drops of his sweat falling on the back of my head, his breath is all around my head, i could hear it, smell it and almost grab it. while his chest is resting in my back, i can clearly feel his heartbeat going from fast to soothing calmness, i can feel him getting comfortable as if my body were some sort of mattress for him, great feeling! at the same time, and in the few seconds my rectum feels all the process of the dick becoming flaccid and is funny and cute to feel the top trying not to let it slip out. at the end, when the top decides to move away, that's when the fun really starts for me....i am tired and sore all over, and wet from his sweat and mine...and is all thanks to the top and his body weight (that why i loooooove big men....the bigger they are, the more my whole body feels sore....) i am on a total bliss, i concentrate on his load, i can feel it's still warm, i can clearly feel it running back and forth, like "it" would have a life of its own, and i can DEFINITELY feel the skin on my rectum slowly absorbing the load, tasting it, loving every single drop of it, it all makes sense now, why it is all designed by nature just the way it is, and i feel i have a real reason to be alive and i am happy experiencing it and all this thanks to the top, a smile on his face tells me he's enjoyed the whole trip as well and we both come back to this world, this reality that doesn't make sense, but it magically did, just a few minutes away.....so, as i said, a load in my mouth is just that, a good tasty load....a thousand of things happen when i get the load where it should be!