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A Graduation Gift for My Little Brother Part I (This first part starts out slow but hang with me and I guarantee it'll get hotter and more fun! I'm setting the stage with this initial part. Thanks men. I hope you enjoy!) I sat on the edge of the king-size bed in the hotel room, working on my third beer since checking in barely an hour ago. The room was nice (it better have been for the price they charged for one night!). But then again it WAS one of the newer hotels for a well-known franchise so I was fine with the cost. The room was clean, had a huge shower/bathtub/jacuzzi combination in the bathroom. There was a fully-stocked bar with beer, liquor and mixers. Besides the wide-screen TV there was also a DVD player, currently playing a very verbal gay bareback video I had brought with me – one of a number I had brought from my collection at home. Yes, everything seemed to be set up just right. I was only waiting for my little brother, Chad, to get there. I looked at the digital clock on the night table once again and saw it was a few minutes before 8:00 P.M. I had texted him the room number and told him to show up around 8 so he should be here any minute I was hoping. Chad is 22 years old, with short blond hair, bright blue eyes and a contagious smile. He's 6' exactly (just a couple inches shorter than me) and has a tight muscled body from his years playing football in high school and then spending the last 3 years on the college gymnastics team. He graduated two weeks ago with a double major and tonight we were going to celebrate that achievement. Looking at the raunchy scene on the DVD I took a drag on the weed I was smoking and began to stroke myself as I thought of just how we were going to celebrate. There wasn't any cake. There weren't any presents to unwrap. But the hotel was supplying all the booze we would want all night, I had plenty of weed to get us both high and horny and the porn would be playing non-stop. We were going to be up all night doing everything two men can do to pleasure each other. And Chad was more than okay with all of that. You see we had been “having fun” together since he graduated high school four years ago. He was 18 at the time and I was 24. I had been married for almost two years. I loved my wife (and still do) and we were happy together. And our sex life was fantastic! I was totally satisfied and totally straight. My wife was out of town on business for a few days so I decided to invite Chad to our place for the weekend to help him celebrate being done with high school. He showed up early that Friday night with a case of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He never told me how he got it and I never asked! Lol For my part I supplied more liquor. We both knew the other one liked to drink and we were prepared. We started drinking right off and sat around for a while just bs'ing and talking about his plans for college, my new job, etc. We were both on our 3rd drink when Chad pulled a rolled up reefer from his shirt pocket. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows questioningly and he flashed that smile at me and said, “Do you mind, big Bro? Have you ever done it?” I took a deep drink from my glass and told him that I had done it 2 or 3 times before but it was before I got married. “Did you like it?”, he asked as he pulled a lighter from his pants and flicked it to life. “How'd it make you feel?” “Yeah,” I answered. “I remember kinda liking it. It gave me a nice buzz.” I watched silently as Chad brought the flame to the end of the joint and took a big drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for what seemed a long time before exhaling and blowing the cloud in my direction. The room and my nostrils were filled with the sweet acrid smell of the marijuana. Looking steadily at me and still smiling Chad said, “Oh yeah it gives me a damn nice buzz too! And it always makes me horny as hell! Did it make you horny, Lance?” I felt something stir in my mind but couldn't identify what. But what I was aware of is that I felt nervous and uncomfortable hearing Chad's question. He repeated his question in a lower voice when I didn't answer at first. “Well, yeah, I think it did. Maybe a little. I don't remember...it was years ago,” I answered. Chad scooted closer to me on the couch and held the joint out to me. “Let's find out for sure big Bro. Now. Here take a couple hits off this and see how it makes you feel. This is some of the best I've ever had and it kicks ass!” I hesitated then said, “I don't know man. Jess wouldn't like us doing it here in the house.” “Dude she's gone until Tuesday. She won't have a clue. C'mon, celebrate with me,” he insisted pressing the tip against my dry lips. Not really realizing I was doing it, I opened my lips and he slid the tip in. I watched as he put the flame from the lighter to the other end and it began to burn and smoke. “Hit it, Bro!” he said. “Suck that smoke in!” I closed my eyes and began inhaling as Chad continued encouraging me. “Yeah, Bro, that's it. Let's drink and smoke and get high and horny! Help your little bro celebrate!” I loved Chad. I always had and I wanted him to have a great time. Hearing his words, knowing I wanted to please him, and taking a second hit off the joint, it was only moments until I felt the electricity of the buzz running through my brain. My mind and my body relaxed as I rode the feeling. Chad noticed and as he slid the joint from between my lips he said, “Oh yeah, big Bro! You're feeling it aren't you? Feeling that sweet high, huh?!” I opened my eyes to see Chad right next to me with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back at him and said, “You know it man! Damn I am flying! You weren't lying when you said it was some potent sh*t!” “I know,” he replied eagerly. “I knew you'd like it. And what else big Bro? Is it making you horny?” He grinned at me with a cunning look on his face. I reached down to my crotch and squeezed my growing bulge through my pants, fully aware Chad was watching me do it. “Oh yeah! It sure as hell is. Damn! I wish Jess was here! I need to get off!” I grinned again at Chad as I said this and realized that in some way I LIKED that he was watching me play with my cock through my shorts. And I became aware that he was groping himself too, and I was watching him. Chad lit the joint again and gave it to me. With no hesitation this time I took two more hits and handed it back to him. “You know big Bro you don't need Jess here to get you off.” “Whaddya mean dude?” I slurred in my increasingly high state. Chad looked at me intently for a moment or two then said, “I'm bi, big Bro. And right now there's nothing more I want to do than suck you off and drain you dry.” That sobered me up quite a bit real fast. “What?! You're bi? And you want to suck my dick?! Fuck dude we're brothers! That's just wrong and pe*vy!” Still, I made no move to stop him when he replaced my hand on my crotch with his and started squeezing and stroking my rockhard cock. “We're both high and horny, bro. You need to get off and I love sucking cock. And the fact that you're my brother only makes it hotter to me! C'mon man let me help you out. Just close your eyes and pretend it's Jess's mouth if you need to.” Saying that he reached for my zipper and pulled it down and slid his hand inside and pulled my dripping hard cock out. I just stared at him in drugged unbelieving silence. But I was so horny. As if in slow-motion I watched him lower his head down toward my exposed cock then I saw and felt him wrap his 18 year old lips around the head of my dick and my resolve crumbled. I threw my head back and moaned at the perfect pleasure. “Oh fuck, little bro! Oh yeah suck me, please!” And that's how me and my baby bro started having sex together. As I relived the memories of that first night there was a knock on the door. Chad was here and it was time to start the fun! (to be continued)

If I had been in Pig heaven earlier this was Nirvana, as the cock penetrating my ass passed the second ring and snaked its way into me deeper than any flesh and blood object had ever been. He was as deep in me as he could be, as I could feel his pubes against my ass. It seemed to be as good for him as it was for me, as he pushed as hard as he could and just held it there while letting out a deep groan. Slowly he pulled back, just a few centimeters, then pushed back in, making it a very, very deep fucking, causing my insides to stir. The cock in my mouth was pulled out, and the booth emptied. My focus was now entirely on what was happening in my bowels. My own cock even shrunk into my body and disappeared, not having anything to do with the immense pleasures I was feeling. It was however, still dripping with a steady flow of precum from all the anal stimulation. He started fucking with longer strokes and I could feel the head of his cock pass back and forth through my inner ring muscle. I was shivering. The disappointment I felt as he pulled all the way out, leaving the booth, was quickly replaced by excitement as there was a knock on my door. I opened, peered out, and there he was. Tall and slim with a bit of chest hair, but most notable was his cock hanging almost down to his knees. He was a handsome man, about my age, with a kind face with his brown eyes and dark beard with a few grey streaks in it. Around his neck was a ribbon with a big brown bottle hanging. He smiled at me, stepped inside, locked the door behind him, embraced me and kissed me deeply. Letting go of me he spun me around and directed his monster cock towards my hole again, slowly pushing it in. The head passed my inner ring, and I could feel my insides being filled and stretched. Being significantly taller than me he almost lifted me off the ground as he stood up, bringing me to stand on my toes with him fully embedded inside me, me being impaled on his member. He hugged me hard from behind and whispered in my ear: - “I can’t even remember when I was this deep inside someone, it’s been so long… It feels so fucking good!” I tried to reply, but I realized I hadn’t even taken a breath since he started entering me, so with a gasp I whimpered: - “Yes… Amazing… I… Can’t… … Fuck me! Please fuck me! Breed me!”. - “Oh, I will, trust me, you’re not going anywhere until I’ve shot my load in you, as deep as I possibly can.”, he said while letting me down on my feet again and pulling out just far enough that the head of his cock was still inside me, but outside my inner hole. - “Thank you… “, I started saying but was interrupted by him plunging all the way in again, causing me to lose my breath yet again. He pushed me forward into the corner of the booth so I could lean against the walls with both my arms, then started to fuck me with long deep strokes. He stopped and I heard him unscrew the cap of his poppers bottle, he took two deep hits and then held it under my nose. Wanting more effect, I grabbed the bottle, wiped the neck with my hand and took a huge hit through my mouth, held it, exhaled and repeated. It was a strong, freshly opened bottle, and the rush hit me hard causing me to back up against him. - “Wow, a pro!”, he said with a chuckle as he took another hit, then screwed the cap back on and started fucking me again. This time it wasn’t a sensual fuck, it was a fuck with a mission. Long, hard, fast, piston fucking. I was out of breath, my vision blurred and my head spinning with intense sensations as I was receiving the pounding of my life. If I hadn’t had the walls to lean on, I’m sure I would’ve been on the floor by now. He pushed my head down even further, I had to support myself with one hand on the floor, and maybe he was getting access to another millimeter of my hole this way. He was slamming into me hard, the slapping sound reverberating in the sauna, and I remember thinking that the neighbors were probably able to hear it. - “I’m going to fucking blow!”, he was almost screaming. I was completely unable to respond or do anything but take it. He pushed in as far as he could, pulling me by the hips so hard I was sure I’d be bruised by tomorrow. I felt him pulsating in me. He was shaking. I was shaking. As his orgasm subsided, he pulled me up to standing position and pulled out of me. I turned around, but my legs couldn’t carry me anymore and I slumped down on the floor with my back against the wall, sweating profusely. - “Are you OK?”, he said with real care in his voice. - “I’m more than OK. This was the best fuck I’ve had in many years!” My eyes were fixated on his softening cock. A drop of cum was hanging from the glans, almost teasing me. I reached out, grabbed it, and licked the cum off the head of his cock. I pulled along the shaft, milking it, sucking the very last drops out of him. He looked down at me and smiled. - “You’re such a good sub. I hope we meet again, there’s lots of things I’d like to do to you… Kinky things… Very kinky…”, he said and grinned. Before he left the booth, he grabbed the key that was hanging from a rubber band around my wrist, and looked at the little numbered badge, then flashed a smile at me and exited, leaving the door open. Outside the door was a couple of bears, one young and one old, looking at me with huge grins on their faces. - “Well done!”, the older one said.

So, this Holy Sunday I went to the sauna by myself as I usually do. My husband is too shy and needs to be drunk to let loose, and since this was during the day he was never in the mood. I arrived about 30 minutes after opening and it was already packed. Lovely! I’m going to have some fun! I started as I usually do by showering and then went back to my locker to pick up the little bag of lube and poppers that I always bring. My first stop is always the steam sauna. It’s so nice to just heat up a bit before exploring the rest of the place. It’s also a great place for anonymous fucking since it’s completely dark in there. As soon as I stepped inside the doors, I took a squirt of lube and gave myself a good fingering to loosen up in case someone would want to stick something nicer in there, then I started stroking to give myself a chubby. Showing off my rather large cock is usually a good way to get some attention. I stood leaning against the wall waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, watching men of all types walking by while I was pulling on my meat. I had my towel over my shoulder as opposed to most people who had it wrapped tightly around their waists. Eventually I could make out shapes of bodies moving around in the darkness, and I headed into the innermost darkness of the steam room. It was a small room, completely tiled with built-in benches around the walls, perfect to kneel on. Warm, wet, sweaty bodies were pushing by and sliding against mine and I was in heaven, hard as a fucking rock. It was really crowded, and I soon felt a big hard cock pressed against my side. I grabbed it with my right hand, not caring about the man attached to it, turned my ass towards it and guided it in between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down over my hole. The owner of the cock started pressing harder against me and the head of his cock slipped in. It was definitely a thick one, I could tell by the way the head alone was stretching me open. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock, grabbed my hips and forcefully showed the entire thing inside me. I was NOT ready for that, FUCK it hurt! He must've sensed my discomfort, because he held still inside me for a while to let me catch my breath. Very nice of him. I could feel a bit of a belly on him, pushing against my lower back. I pulled out my poppers and took a big hit and held it until I could feel myself relaxing. He pushed me up against a wall with a bench so I could lean forward and lift my knee up on the bench, giving him even better access to my hole. He started fucking me with long slow strokes and it was really starting to feel amazing. After a few minutes he was picking up speed and I heard the telltale forced breathing of a man about to explode. He grabbed my throat from behind and pulled me up and kissed my neck. He was bearded, I could feel it against my neck. He moved his mouth to my ear and said: - "You want my cum?" - "YES!", I responded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. He gave me a few last hard poundings and started shooting the first load of the day, deep into my guts. Then he pulled out quickly and disappeared, not giving me any chance to turn around and see who he was. Out of breath I clenched my ass, turned around and sat down on the bench to regain composure. Fuck, that was good! I love not having the faintest idea who's cum is inside me. Sitting down, my cock still hard as rock, I looked up and laid eyes on one of the most perfect men I've ever seen. He was standing just where a sliver of light shone in from the glass doors, and his muscular body and dark brown skin was shimmering. He could've been picked right from an American high school sports movie, being the handsome black quarterback of the school team, the one that all the girls wanted to be with, and all the boys wanted to be. Now he was in front of me, in a crowded steam room, trying to make his way into the darkness where I was sitting. He came closer and stood with his back against the wall, I stood up next to him and "accidentally" brushed my hard cock against his thigh. It made him flinch, apparently his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but he grabbed it with his big hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his cock too, and it was absolutely huge, but still soft. A lot bigger than mine, BUT STILL SOFT. Apparently, he knew his way around this dark corner as he quickly pushed me to the side getting in position; bent over, on his knees, on the bench. Oh, he was a bottom! Never letting go of my cock he guided it towards his hole and pushed back, causing me to end up inside of him. It was velvety smooth, and I could feel it was well lubed as it enveloped the head of my cock, or maybe he had already taken a load or two. I started pushing in, he let go of my cock and I could soon feel his firm ass muscles pressing against my hips. I could not believe my luck. A fresh load in my ass and now this beautiful specimen of a man wrapped around my raw cock. I started fucking him, hearing him moan. I reached around his waist to feel all those awesome abs and moved up towards his huge pecs, giving his nipples a little tweak. I let my hands slide up to his armpits, feeling the trimmed hair brushing over my fingertips. I grabbed his arms, feeling his biceps, realizing my hands would be too small to be able to grab them. This was truly one of the most perfectly muscular men I've ever had the pleasure to feel. And I was inside him. Raw, as it should be. Other men were standing of both sides of us, feeling him up as well. My head was spinning; the steam, the poppers and the previous physical exercise was making me hot and tired, my cock was softening, and I needed a break, so I slipped out of him. Another man immediately took my place, and I was happy to see that this black Adonis didn't have a care in the world who was fucking him, as long as there was someone inside him. A good cum dump should always be like this. Somehow, I managed to squeeze myself down sitting on the bench next to him, I just didn't want to leave in case I got hard enough again to dump a load in him. The man fucking him groaned and apparently shot his load, then pulled out and was again immediately replaced by the next guy. This bottom was popular, and I could fully understand why. My hands started feeling his body again, and again ended up stroking the hair of his armpit. He noticed me and lifted his arm, giving me more access. I leaned in and started licking his nipple, to which he responded by grabbing my head and showing it right into his armpit, wheezing in my ear: - “Lick it!". Oh yes, I licked that sweaty muscular armpit like it was my last meal before execution. He moaned and I grabbed his cock and could feel it stiffen; having his pits licked was apparently as much of a turn on for him as it was for me licking them. He moaned, I moaned, the man fucking him moaned and I was furiously beating my meat, getting close to coming. - “Let me know if you're going to blow..." he whispered in my ear. - "Soon... Very soon... Ugh... Now!" He quickly pulled off the man fucking him, moved over, and impaled himself on my cock just as I started blasting my seed. Six or seven large spurts ended up inside him and I almost passed out. When my orgasm subsided, he expertly squeezed the last drops out of my cock as he slid off it and went back to standing position. The man who had previously fucked him quickly shoved back into the now very sloppy cum filled hole and resumed his movements. - "Thanks", he said, and I responded: - "My pleasure" and gave him a quick kiss before I pushed my way out of the dark, needing desperately to cool off. A quick rinse in the cool showers, a Gin & Tonic at the bar, and I was back to my load hunting.

Chapter 1: Seduction I finally make it home at the end of a relentless week. I plan to do absolutely nothing for a few hours to recover. I set down my bag and collapse into one of the plush recliners in the living room. I intend not to move from that spot for a very long time. My little brother comes in from the hallway. “Hey bro. How was work?” “I’m fucking exhausted. Thank god it’s Friday.” “Amen to that! Hey, you look wiped out. Can I get you anything?” “Yeah, a beer would be great.” “What kind?” “I don’t care. It’s not gonna last long.” He chuckles. “Gotcha. I’ll be right back.” Glad to see my brother and even more glad to know a drink to take the edge off will arrive soon, I kick off my shoes and lean back in the chair, sinking into the cushions. I don't even bother to turn the TV on; the momentary quiet feels too good. I guess I nearly fell asleep right there because my brother kind of startles me when he came back in. “Here ya go!” he says. He is almost annoyingly perky for some reason. But I forgive him because he’s just so fucking cute. “Thanks. I’ve needed this since about 2pm.” “That bad, huh?” “You have no idea.” “Well can you just relax this weekend, or do you have any plans?” “Nothing at all, buddy. I might just sit right here until Monday morning rolls around.” He smiles. I can’t help but smile back at the sight of his dimples. Did I mention he’s fucking cute? Yeah. “Well, there’s your beer. Might as well get your weekend started, bro.” I raise my glass toward him and take a swig. He lets me have my moment before testing the waters to see whether he can bend the rules and join me for his own moment. “Hey, mind if I have one, too?” I finish swallowing my first huge gulps before answering, which no doubt encouraged my magnanimous response. “Sure, go for it. I want you to enjoy the weekend, too, ya know.” Like some sort of little puppy dog, he gets really excited and jumps up to head back to the kitchen. “Would you grab me another one, too? I’ll have this finished before you get back.” “Sure thing, bro. Be right back.” I pound back the rest of my beer, take a few deep breaths, and let the calm wash over me. This week sure took a lot out of me. “Here ya go,” he says as he hands me the replacement bottle. “Cheers!” I indulge him in the clink of a bottle because it makes him feel all grown-up and shit. We each take a sip of our drinks. He tries so hard to act cool and normal about it, but his excitement shines through no matter what he does. Have I mentioned he’s…? Okay, okay. Maybe I have. I check the label on my bottle real quick because I thought for a second that he swapped it out for a different brand. Nope, same swill as last time. I don’t really care. I just need the buzz, and fast. To take my mind off things, I try conversation. “So what do you have planned this weekend?” “Nothing, really. I figured since you were off this weekend, I’d just stay home with you.” His adoration aaaaalmost gets to be too much, but I forgive him. I have that whole older-brother thing going for me. I get it. He doesn’t mean anything by swooning. “Oh, you’re so sweet,“ I say, and I lean forward and tousle his hair a bit. He smirks sheepishly and tries to put his hair back in place. “Oh for fuck’s sake. There’s no one here to impress, dude. Calm down.” At that, he looks even more sheepish and starts to blush. “But… there’s… you…,” he mumbles. My face brightens, and I chuckle. “Alright, buddy, that’s it. C’mere, you.” I grab him and pull him toward me and really mess up his hair this time, making sure to stop when it’s all sorts of crazy. “There,” I say. “Perfect.” He makes a little defeated whimpering sound. (Yes, it’s cute. Gimme a break.) I pull him toward me a bit, giving him a good squeeze. Dang, I’m being affectionate and snuggly. I’m not usually… Wait. I sniff my beer bottle. I take another swig. I realize now why I thought he switched brands. I chuckle and look down at him with a wicked smirk. “You little shit. Did you spike my drink?” I swear his cheeks reddened before I finished the question. A little mousey voice came back: “Maybe?” That makes me laugh a little harder, and I playfully pull him closer toward me. I repeat, just to drive it home: “You. Little. Shit. Well, you’d better be ready cuz you’re about to awaken the snuggle monster, and he’s had a rough week.” “Perfect. I’m ready.” Apparently he’s been planning this. The little stinker. Oh, well. He knows me well enough to know what he can get away with. And in his defense, he did ask me what I had planned this weekend. I squeeze him tight and enjoy the close contact. “How much G did you put in that beer, buddy?” “Not too much. I think you need another one.” I chuckle, roll my eyes, and decide to play along. “You have this all planned out, don’t you? Well, fine. If you’re gonna force me into it like this, I might as well enjoy the ride. I’ll take one more beer, please.” This kid is lucky I love him, I swear. He climbs out of my arms and nearly runs back to the kitchen. I holler after him. “And bring another for you, too. Don’t let me be the only one fucked up around here.” He yells back with an almost ominous tone. “Oh, you won’t be. Don’t worry.” A minute later, he’s back with two beers in hand. He hands me one and quickly polishes off what’s left of his first. We each take our new bottles in hand and reach the necks toward each other’s bottles. “To the weekend!” he says. I shake my head and smile. “The weekend,” I agree. I take a huge swig and immediately regret it. I mean, I knew the kid wasn’t gonna hold back, but damn, that’s strong. “Fuck! Don’t put me in a hole, dude. Whoa.” “Oh, I won’t. I know what you can take.” “Oh do you, now? Well you should know I skipped lunch today.” His eyes bug out a bit. “You see? That would be why I’m fucking exhausted.” He grabs the bottle from my hand and replaces it with his. Smart kid. At least he’s looking out for me. He has limits. He likes pushing them, but he still has them. “Here. You can have mine. I’ll finish that for you.” “You sure, little bro? That’s a man’s drink.” I love fucking with his ego. “Fuck you. I’ll be fine. Besides, this saves me from having to make my own later. Here we go!” And without wasting another second, he chugs half of what’s left. And then he burps to wake the dead. “Jesus christ, little buddy. Are you okay, or do you need an exorcism?” He laughs a little too much at my awful joke, so I know the alcohol’s already hitting him. Looks like we’ll both be cut off after this round. “Alright. Let’s both chug these so we can settle in and pay attention to each other, not our drinks. Okay?” “Sounds good.” We raise our bottles toward each other. We chug. We both finish at about the same time. I look back at him and raise an expectant eyebrow.I start smirking as he realizes what I’m thinking. His face gets red, and he gets a look of frustration and concentration that turns into near-laughter when suddenly another enormous belch escapes his chest. He takes a quick breath, looks back at me, and laughs. “Fuck you, bro.” I can’t help but laugh back. Told you he’s cute. “Alright, c’mere,” I say. “You need to relax and get more comfortable.” I scoot over a bit to make room for him, and he climbs up onto the recliner next to me, nuzzling up to my side and being as adorable as a puppy. I pet his head a bit, and he curls into me some more. He puts his arm across my torso, and I know that won’t stay put very long. I reach over and squeeze him tight. That’s the permission he was looking for. His arm starts moving across my stomach and chest. A moment later, and he slides his hand under my shirt and runs his fingers through the fur he always finds so fascinating. It warms my heart knowing a boy I love — a boy I grew up with — takes comfort in running his hands across my body. We don’t share these moments often enough. No matter what else the little bastard has planned, I’m already content just cuddling with him. I give him another squeeze. He snuggles even closer now, wrapping one of his legs around mine and pressing his thigh into my crotch. This kid’s leaving nothing to suggestion. “Mmm,” I say. “Someone wants to play, huh?” He nods, mutters some kind of mm-hmm, and moves his hand down my torso past my belt, and down to my growing cock. He gives it a squeeze. “Definitely,” he says. “Mmm. Good answer. Here, take off your shirt so we can get comfy.” I help him sit up for a second and watch the reveal that always gets me rock-hard in an instant. I love this boy’s beautiful body. He knows it, too. I notice him make quick eye contact with me to make sure I’m watching. He’d wait for me if I’d been distracted. But right now he has my undivided attention. My brother grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls upward, slowly. He’s taking his time and watching my eyes. He loves seeing the thirst. He knows I won’t interrupt and will let him do what he wants. He knows it’s a little bit of self-torture I offer him by giving him control of this ritual. His hand is now halfway up his stomach, and I can tell he’s running his hand across his skin, enjoying the sense of touch as much as I enjoy the sight. A few more inches, and I get a clear view of what’s hiding under that shirt. That smooth, lean, toned skin I have lusted after since the kid first hit puberty. My body filled out a little wider, a little pudgier, and a lot furrier. His genes made him rail-thin, naturally lithe, and smooth as a baby’s bottom. And fuck, that combo turns me on. His hand keeps creeping upward, revealing his flat, toned stomach. He’s all skin, bones, and muscle, and he has just the perfect amount of definition. I swear, that V line down his hips gets more pronounced every time I see it. I soooo love running my hand down those crevices, heading toward his little dicklet. But that will have to wait. For now, I need to keep watching. I don’t want to miss this strip-tease. Maybe he doesn’t want me to miss it either. I’d swear he must have stopped moving until he saw my eyes snap back to attention. Damn him. He’s milking this for all it’s worth. He lifts his shirt further, exposing the tiniest of nipples, pierced and ready for attention. He brings his other hand up to grab the bunched up bottom of his shirt from both sides, and in one quick movement, he tucks the bottom behind his neck, keeping the sleeves on as normal. He looks like he’s wearing a sort of harness, and the cotton frames his entire torso beautifully. The sleeves roll up a bit, too, exposing the shape and sinew of his lanky, vascular arms. The sight takes my breath away. I lean forward, wrap my arms around the half-naked body of my beautiful brother, and pull him down toward me. We meet face-to-face, but that lasts merely a second as the G takes control of us. We start making out, using our tongues to explore each other’s mouths and to express our passionate interest in one another. His hand slides under my shirt, exploring more assertively. I run my hands all over the smooth, tight skin of his exposed back while I feel our erections growing harder as they rub together. He pulls off my shirt and runs his hands through my fur with full intensity now. I can tell he likes the feeling — he presses his crotch a little harder into mine as he grabs my chest. This sexy boy leans down and gets his face inches from mine. He stares right into my eyes, and I can see the hunger in his. “I love you, bro.” I melt. I call him the same thing I’ve called him since we were kids. “I love you too, little buddy.” That used to be merely an affectionate name; now it’s an intimate one. While we continue making out, our hands reach down to unbutton pants and slide off shorts. He takes his shirt-harness off, too, exposing the tattoo on his left shoulder. There’s a story there, but that’s for another time. Our G-fueled hunger intensifies as our fully naked bodies finally press against each other. He reaches down and grabs my thick, hard cock and gives it a good squeeze. I let out a groan in appreciation. He slowly slides his way down my body, finally ending up with his knees on the floor, his head between my thighs, and his eyes peering up into mine over the tip of my dick, which he has grabbed and lifted up away from my stomach. He has a pleading look on his face. He knows he can suck my dick any time he wants, but sometimes he likes hearing me say it. He’s clearly in an affectionate mood today. He wants me to really play up the role of big brother, and I’m more than happy to oblige. “Looks like someone really wants to taste his big bro’s dick, huh?” He nods. Hell, I’d swear he looks like he’s trying to wag a tail he doesn’t have. Maybe the big-brother role isn’t the one he wants me to play right now. I raise an eyebrow, smirk, and try something. “Does puppy want a bone?” “Arf!” “Hehe. Good boy.” I tousle his hair a bit, and damn if his hips don’t wag even more. Huh. This is something new. We’ll have to explore it more later. For right now, though, I really need to get my dick sucked. “Okay, boy. You can suck your big bro’s dick. You’ve earned it. Now help your brother feel good. That’s all the encouragement he needed, because he’s off to the races now. This kid can suck, too. He must have been practicing with friends from school because I know he didn’t learn all these skills from me, and we haven’t spent enough time practicing recently for him to suddenly be this good. “Damn, little buddy. You’re getting good at this. Where’d you learn to suck dick so well? Have you been practicing on your friends?” He keeps his mouth on my cock and raises a hand to hold up four fingers. “Four of your friends?” He nods. “Lemme guess. Your teammates?” My little brother is on his school’s swim team. That’s how he stays so incredibly lean. “Mm-hmm,” he mutters. He takes my dick out of his mouth just long enough to add, “And coach.” I chuckle. “You fucking slut. You’re the team cocksucker, and your coach is even in on it?” He nods, while continuing to give my dick the attention it needs. “Goddamn, dude. I’m so proud of you.” And to drive the point home, I grab both sides of his head and pull him firmly down into my crotch, getting my cock to press against the entrance to his throat. He’ll open up in a minute. He always makes sure I’m good and wet first. When he comes up for a breath, he adds to his story. “I’m always the last one out of the locker room. I won’t go home until I know everyone gets their needs met.” “You’re such a good cocksucker. I’m sure they love having you around.” “And sometimes… when we lose a meet…” He’s getting shy. That doesn’t happen often. This must be good. I egg him on. “Yeah? What happens when you lose?” “Sometimes they’ll send me to the other team to reward them.” “Holy fuck, dude. They get to use you as a victory prize?” He’s already back on my dick, so all I hear is a muffled “mm-hmm” as he nods his head. “That’s amazing. You’re awesome, little buddy.” He goes back to sucking like he means it, and my mind drifts a bit. That comfort of having a warm mouth wrapped around my hard cock while my head swirls with a hint of G and booze can be a perfect way to end the week. Wait a second. Weekend. It’s Friday. “Hang on, it’s Friday. Did you have a swim meet today?” He nods again. I see his butt start wagging a bit, and I can tell he’s starting to smile around my cock. This kid’s got a secret he wants to tell. The little fucker. No wonder he’s so eager. “And did your team lose today’s meet?” He nods once more. “You fucking slut. You went to the other team, didn’t you?” Another nod. “And how many of their swimmers did you take?” He comes up for a breath. “All of them.” He grins from ear to ear. “I took all the swimmers’ swimmers.” My eyes get bigger and beam with pride. “Wait, they bred you?” Nods and a full smile. “The whole team?” More nods, and he starts to chuckle. “Holy fuck, dude. You’re incredible. Wait…did they…are they… Do you still have their baby batter up your hole?” When I asked that, my little brother looks up at me with more pride than I’ve ever seen on his face before. He licks the underside of my cock, just to show he’s hot shit, before beaming with confidence as he adds, “And their coach’s.” I bust out in amazed laughter. “By the way, the coach’s son is one of their team members.” My eyes double in size. “Holy fuck, bro. You really are the best goddamn slut at your school, aren’t you?” “Well, they said in the whole county.” He smiles, pretending to be bashful. But I can tell he’s really, seriously, legitimately proud of himself here. And so he should be. To have such a glowing reputation at such a young age is more than an accomplishment. It’s an honor. I try and boost that confidence. “Little buddy, I am so proud of you. Goddamn, you’re amazing. You’ve really become the most amazing little slut, just like we’ve been working toward all these years, haven’t you?” He nods with pride. And wags a little again. “Come here, buddy.” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight to show my support. But the feeling of his skin against mine immediately distracts me, and my other head starts doing all the thinking. I start groping his body, in love with the lean form in front of me. I run a hand down his back, down his crack, and almost to his hole. Except there’s a butt plug in the way. I look up at him. He instantly beams a smile. “See? I listen to what you teach me.” “Oh fuck, buddy. You plugged yourself to keep all the jizz inside?” “Yep. I keep a plug in my locker at school just in case. Totally came in handy today.” “Holy shit. So it’s all still in you? All of it? It’s all fresh.” “Pretty much, yeah.” “Oh, fucking hell, buddy. I have got to sink my dick into your worn-out hole. I need to feel that swim team’s cum coating my cock.” “I hoped you’d say that. Do me a favor first?” “For you, buddy? Anything. I’m so proud of you, and I’m so hungry to get at that boy hole.” “Hang on a second.” He hops up and scampers off to the other room, leaving me a bit confused and way more than a bit horny. When he comes back, he’s carrying a familiar tray, and I finally understand his aspirations for the weekend. For this little cumslut, taking an entire swim team — and their coach! — isn’t enough. The tray contains four swabs and two points. My cock throbs. “Oh, shit. You’re really ready.” “Mm-hmm” is all he says. I play along, eager to see what this kid has in mind. “Alright. How do you want to do this?” “I wanna ride you cowboy for a bit, then bottom out balls-deep on you while you slam me. After I go nuts fucking myself on your cock for a bit, we switch to missionary. You go balls-deep again, then self-administer and let the monster out to really pound my hole like you know you want to.” Damn. Not only does this kid have it all planned out, but he knows how to make a sales pitch. How could I say no to that? “You got it, buddy. That sounds awesome. Anything else you want me to do to help make this your perfect weekend?” “Not yet.” He smirks. “Gotta save some surprises for later.” I chuckle. “You’re trying to take control this weekend, aren’t you?” He giggles a bit because I saw through him. “Yeah, kinda. How am I doing so far?” “I’m totally following your lead. Let’s do this.” “Awesome.” “Here, gimme those points, then suck my dick for a minute. Get me as hard as I can get and get yourself so desperate for cock you can’t resist sitting on it.” He hands me the tray, and I set it on the end table beside me, within easy reach, as he goes to town on my cock. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard as steel and halfway down his throat. He comes up for breath, gasping for a second. “Can I sit on it now?” “Fuck, dude. You can do whatever you want to me.” He smiles with a bit more naughtiness than I expected. Plans within plans, I suppose. But I trust him implicitly and look forward to whatever he’s concocted. “Well, you have a job to do before I can do what I want to do to you.” I’m confused. “Oh? What’s that?” Then my brother does the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen him do. He smiles, turns around, and bends all the way over. Once he presents his ass to me, he grabs his cheeks and spreads them wide. As though the sight of his plugged hole being offered right in front of my face wasn’t enough, he pushes out a bit, making the plug look like it’s throbbing. Goddamn, this kid is fucking hot. I regain a little composure and tease him right back. “I see,” is all I say. We both chuckle a bit. I put one hand on his ass cheek and wrap the fingers of my other hand around the base of the plug. “Make sure you squeeze once this is out. I don’t want you wasting any of those loads unless they’re gushing out around my dick.” I hear a deep moan, and I know he’s understood. Slowly, I draw out the plug. It’s bigger than I expected, which makes me proud again. I should have known he’d need the big one, after getting pounded by the whole team. The plug slowly exits his hole, and he does a real good job sealing tight once it’s out. Only a single droplet leaks out, and I quickly take a finger and spread the boy juice around his beautiful ass lips. Much as I want to taste his hole right now, I know he’s holding a lot in, and I want to feel the cum surround my dick more than I need it covering my face. One thing at a time. “There ya go, buddy. Good job. Now, you ready to ride your big bro’s fuck stick?” The crude name makes him go a little weak for a second. He glances up at me with that pleading look back on his face. “Fuck yeah. I need that inside me so badly.” “Then go right ahead. You’ve earned it, you little slut.” Without another word, my brother climbs up and puts one foot on either side of my thighs, straddling me as my rock-hard cock stands up and aims for its target: that sweet, tight, cum-filled boy hole is on its way to engulf my cock. He closes his eyes as the head of my dick makes contact with his sphincter. I can tell he’s concentrating on staying tight to keep the cum in but loosening up enough to allow my dick to enter. I’m pretty thick, too, so it takes work. I’m patient. He gets all the time he needs. Hell, he’s earned it already today. Eventually, slowly, the head of my dick, coated with his throat slime, slides past his entrance. We each take in a sharp breath, surprised by the sudden pleasure. “Oh, yeah,” he moans. “That’s nothing. Wait til you get the whole thing inside you.” He moans again as his head rolls back a bit in ecstasy. “And wait til I slam you and turn you into a depraved hole.” He smiles while he moans this time. He keeps pressing down on my dick, making slow and steady progress toward the base. He’s taken half of me already, with serious concentration on his face, but no sign of pain or hesitation. Well, we are in cowboy position, after all. And this ain’t his first time at the rodeo. When his hole hits my crotch, and every last inch of my penis has disappeared inside his ass, he sighs. It might have been the first time he exhaled since I first penetrated him, for all I know. He opens his eyes, looks right into mine, and gets a cock-eyed smirk as he starts grinding his hips into my pelvis. This time, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out an involuntary grunt. Like I said — it’s not his first time at the rodeo. This kid knows what he’s doing. I love fucking this boy. His hole is so tight, his body is so perfect, his face is so cute, it sends my libido off the charts every time. And tonight, I feel the warm wetness gushing all around my dick — the sperm of the opposing team collected in my brother’s guts and offered as a gift to me. Goddamn, he’s a filthy slut. And I love him for it. He’s eager tonight, too. He starts bucking and writhing, experimenting with the angle and seeing how deep he can get my cock inside him. Each of us makes regular grunts and gasps as the sensations border on overwhelming. Eventually, he leans forward a little and puts his hands on either side of my rib cage. He gets up onto his feet instead of his knees, giving him more freedom of movement. He uses that to his advantage and starts impaling himself hard on my dick, going almost the full length of my shaft with every stroke. It’s almost an anger fuck for the intensity. And damn, it feels good. The added motion makes his balance a bit more precarious, and I grab his arms to add stability. As I do, I feel the solid meat of his well-developed biceps. I start admiring the definition he’s gaining from working out and swimming so much. I also admire the veins he has kris-crossing his forearms, making him look more powerful than his thin frame suggests. His veins are gorgeous, and they really kick my lust into overdrive. They also remind me: I have a job to do. While my little brother keeps grinding himself onto my cock, I reach over and grab an alcohol wipe. I tear open the packet, which gets his attention. He opens his eyes, sees what I’m doing, smiles, and slows his pace. He bottoms out on the base of my dick and starts playing with the angle to see just how deep he can get me. That way, he’s still having fun, but the extra motion has calmed down. Once more, I admire the gorgeous, vascular forearms in front of me. I look from one to the other, look up at his face, and lift my eyebrows in unspoken question. He understands immediately and nods ever so slightly down to his left. I wipe the inside of his left elbow crease, removing any traces of things that could ruin his day. I set down the pad and pick up the needle. Most guys use a strap to make it easier to find a target, but this kid’s arms read like a road map. It’s like his body is offering his circulatory system to me, inviting me to penetrate it. And that’s exactly what I do. The little slut watches, entranced, as I find a thick, obvious vein and gently insert the needle into it. His face flinches ever so slightly, but his right hand immediately finds his meaty cock and starts jerking it. The kid is turned on by watching me administer his slam. He is so fucking hot. I get the needle tip right where it needs to be, and I pull back on the plunger. A flash of deep red shocks the syringe to life. He makes a quick gasp; I let out a low moan. We both know that’s the all-clear sign. We both know he’s about to take off, and our party’s about to start. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment. “You ready?” I ask. “Please…” is all he says. “Good boy.” I press the plunger in.

Part 2 I was now sitting in the living room looking at my soon-to-be new toy. He was shivering, but his eyes never stop looking at me like I ordered him, with two or three solid kicks to his balls to reinforce the directive. The dull pain that must radiated from his nuts was there to remind him to comply. On all four, head straight up for the last hour. The position would soon be unbearable. - Elio Riley, Birth date: September 22, 2003. You are nineteen! An adult man. One that can make decision on his own. Right? - Let me go. I flipped through the wallet. Beside his driver license, there were few cards: bank library, medical. And 140$ in cash. He saw me pocketing the money. - For board and meals. That should cover the weekend. After that you will have to earn your keeps. - What do you mean? - I told you. You will be my bitch and you will satisfy my needs. You thought travelling in a trunk of a car was horrible? Then you might wish to die if you are not up to my standards. Not that I will let you, thought. Tomorrow was Friday, the busiest day. I was tired from the 42 deliveries I made during the day. And I was horny. Tired and horny, not a good combination. On top of that, I had to check on my roomie. I wouldn’t want to end with a dead faggot. Dealing is harder than one might think. First, clients call day and night, and it’s not like you can call a uber-driver to make the deliveries. Then you need to deal with all these new clients, you have to do background check. The last thing you want is a police squad unit to show up at your door. Then, you need to make sure they like you, you know. Relationship is half of the job. Then the goods do the rest. But after three weeks and a half being solicited by these new cohorts of graduated and demanding posh students, I was in need for a good fuck. I stared back at the straight little guy in front of me and I wickedly smile at when we arrived earlier. To my surprise, the little twerk had dressed back in his soaked-piss clothes while he was in the trunk! I had to suppress a laugh. It was a sexy sight and the foul stench emanating – like a clogged urinal in a hot summer day – was overwhelming. I was close to losing control of myself, the horniness that came over me when I opened the trunk was ready to burst. It took all of my strength to not fuck him right there. - Who give you permission to dress? I said in a stern voice. I hope you enjoyed them because by tomorrow same time, they will be gone. - Go… Go… gone? He muttered. I like his thick dark hair. They were long enough to be easily grabbed but not too long too make him girly. - Yeah, gone tomorrow and for ever. I like to keep my bitches naked. I made him stripped again. I picked the underwear. They were still warm and wet. I inhaled them like you would do with poppers. - Smell them. Once you get accustomed, the smell of men, even their piss, is very stimulating. Horniness won over tiredness. I stood up swiftly and grab a tuft of hair. - Come with me. He had to crawl the long corridor that led to the bedroom. Once there, I told him to remove my shoes and socks. Then my pants. He hesitantly reach the button, then unzipped them. He pulled them down. I wasn’t at full mast yet, the used underwear was loosing the battle and was dangerously at risk exposing my cock. I just grinned at him. Then he saw the tattoos on my legs. I removed my shirt. He looked up at my toned body, also covered in tattoos, up to my neck. - Ungh, who would have guess? You like tattoos? If you are good bitch, I will give you one. He was now standing, a good head shorter then me, he was barely reaching my neck. - I shouldn’t be here. - You are right, but you are. - You coerced me. - I haven’t forced you to do anything that you didn’t really want to do. I made some decisions and give you directives, and you followed. Overall, if you have stood up for yourself, I would have let you go. - I was drunk… and now I want to… hey! What are you… I pressed my mouth to his lips for few seconds. My right hand went searching for the prize. He raised to his toes, remaining still with apprehension. - What you want is irrelevant. Now get on the bed and stay there. I need to check on the old faggot. The cupboard was just outside the bedroom, in between with the bathroom which made it easy to connect a water hose and a piss hole to the existing plumbing. I unlocked the door and removed the water gag and the tube from the faggot. I unclipped the chains across his body. He quickly glance toward the bedroom. - Not a word. Crawl to the kitchen and grab some left over, then come back. You will sleep in the bedroom tonight. The faggot beamed at me, like if it was Christmas. As a far as I can remember, this man, an ex-teacher, has always stared at me with lust. He was like the man that parents warned you to avoid, you know, the man with a van that tries to attract his prey with candies, but he never tried to make a pass on me. At my eighteen’s birthday, after an awesome weekend clubbing, he invited me for a beer (sure!). - It was great to watch you grow into this handsome man. - Yeah, I bet. - I would like to give you a present. And that was the first blow job I got from him. I am not sure he was expecting to get a forcefull face fuck, getting a 7-1/2” cock down his gullet and a full load on his face. - Strip and bend over the couch. I want to fuck you. The man resisted: he didn’t get fuck. So, I broke his nose at the first punch. The ones that followed broke him to submission. I made him lick the warm mixture of cum and blood from my hands. - See, a teacher can learn from his student. I fucked him on the couch. It was messy. The nose was bleeding so much that for a minute I thought he might ran out of blood. As soon as the idea crossed my mind, it vanished. I chuckled and started thrusting with earnest my cock in and out. Obviously, the man was not expecting to be fuck, so he hasn’t douched or stretched for the fuck that was coming. Left with a hoarse voice from the face fuck, he screamed murder until his voice gave out. It was long after that that I came for the second time. Runny shit was leaking from the gaping hole. I took his shirt to clean myself. I grabbed another beer. - Thank you for the birthday gift. I have errands to do , but I will be back later in few hours. When I got back, he was kneeling, naked, in the living room. He had cleaned the couch as much as possible, but there was 2 large dark wet spots. The smell of sex was gone. - Did you jerk off after I left? He nodded. - Tell me, you enjoyed the fuck? - Yes, I did. I fucked him on the couch again, and every day after, sometime twice a day. At the end of the week, the couch was ruined with piss, cum, blood and shit. It had a permanent disgusting smell. So, I made him sleep on it after tying his hands behind his back, then from them, a rope tightly knotted to the tiny pair of hazelnuts that serves him as balls. I slept in his bed since then. He came back from the kitchen still chewing something. - Open up, I still have some piss left for you. I grabbed the leather blindfold and secured it on the slave. When I directed the old man at the foot of the bed and tied him there, Elio made no attempt to escape, witnessing the scene with incredibility. I removed the loose underwear, and climb on the bed next to my new toy. My hand when right to his ass, probing the ass ring. I licked the side on his ear. - Have you ever had something or someone up your pretty ass? I whispered. He was shaking. Nervousness? Anticipation? Fear? - You haven’t wiped your pussy very well. I can taste shit. Here, see for your self. I inserted two fingers in his mouth. He retches from the intrusion but with me cuddling him from behind, he was not able to move much. I just waited for his mouth to coat my fingers with saliva before jamming them back in his ass. I knew it causes pain, but that would go away, to be replace by a stronger one from the fuck. My dick isn’t the biggest but any first penetration, by nature, is somehow painful. Even that pain fades away, eventually. For me, body fluids and odors, are part of man-to-man sex. A man should always have a strong body smell of sweat and testosterone, of sex. Like a jockstrap wore for an entire week, stained with piss and cum. Elio’s smell was different. Despite the vomit and the piss, you can still detect shampoo and soap flagrances, maybe a natural spray of cologne. He smell like a rich virgin young man. - You ready to become mine? It was a rhetoric question as I pushed my cock in its new home for my babies. - Arrgh!... It is a warm welcome, his ass clamping my cock to a halt. I pulled back slowly until I sense his sphincter let loose his grip, then thrust forward, embedding half of my cock. I bite his earlobe just hard enough to distract him and slide my poz cock completely. I don’t pull out. I just stay in, rocking his bottom with rapid little thrusts. The bedhead hitting the wall as the same rhythm of the fuck. I am too tired and horny to make this last. I increase the speed, long-dicking him, ignoring his whimpers. It is a brutal fuck. I shot a first creamy load of toxic cum deep in his little cave. I don’t pull out. I just stay in. - Congratulations, you just graduated a second time.

The young bear laughed and with a grin on his face he said: - “Is it our turn now?” - “No, I’m sorry, I need a break. I need to go to the bar and replenish my fluids, but maybe later?” - “If you promise that we can both onload in your ass after, we’ll accompany you to the bar and buy you a drink!”, the older bear said, still smiling. The younger bear looked at him and giggled. They were a handsome couple, I would guess the young one was in his early 20’s and the older in his 60’s, both the classic bear type with hairy chests, beards, and shaved heads. The older was just slightly chubby while the younger was more heavy-set. I smiled back at them and replied: - “Ok!” I got back up on my feet, brushed my ass off, took the towel from the hook and left the booth, following the bears towards the bar. - “What can I get you?”, the older one said. - “Gin & Tonic. And a bottle of water, I’m getting dehydrated!”, I replied. - “Three GT’s and a water…”, he ordered at the bar, and flashed the numbered badge on his key to the barman. We sat down in the lounge are and talked. - “I’m Javi.”, said the older bear and extended his hand to greet me. - “And I’m Alejandro.”, said the younger bear, “But everyone just calls me Roo.”. I shook their hands and responded: - “I’m… Uhm…” Not having a Spanish name, I decided to simplify it for them. - “Just call me Jay. Nice to meet you, and thanks for the drinks!” - “No problem. You’ll make it worth it; I hope.”, Javi said. - “So, did he fuck you good, Jay?”, Roo said. - “Oh yes, soooooo fucking good! Damn that was an amazing cock!”. - “Yeah, I know, he fucked me the same way a month ago…”, Roo replied with a serious look on his face. - “Did he cum in you?”, Javi asked. - “Yes, deep inside me, just as I like it.” - “Are you poz?” - “No…?”, I replied, a bit surprised by the direct question. - “On PrEP?” - “No, not at the moment…” Javi and Roo looked at each other. - “Well… You can always get PeP. If you want to. You know, the morning after pill for HIV.”, Roo said. - “I know what PeP is.”, I responded. “I’m guessing you’re saying that I need it?” - “Yes, that guy is toxic as fuck. He may look like a nice guy, but he can be bad news, depending on what you’re after. He converted Roo when he fucked him here a month ago. We got the results a few days ago,” Javi said, looking serious. - “Oh…”, was all I could respond. - “Why aren’t you taking PrEP?”, Roo asked. - “I recently moved to Spain and haven’t sorted it out here yet. But I’ve never been good at protecting myself… Why weren’t you?” - “Uhm…”, Roo said and paused, clearly a bit flustered by me throwing the question back at him. He looked at his boyfriend who looked back at him and nodded. Roo continued: - “I didn’t want to…”, he said and looked me straight in the eyes. - “…because I’m a bug chaser…”. He looked back at Javi, and I could see the love in their eyes as they smiled and exchanged a quick kiss. - “I was already poz when we met, but I’m undetectable so all I could give him was a bad case of Gono.”, Javi said with a giggle and an evil grin at Roo, who smiled back and said: - “And that’s when I fell in love with him.” They kept looking into each other’s eyes and exchanged a long deep kiss. Naturally I’ve heard of bug chasers before, but I never had a chance too meet someone who was talking about it as openly and naturally as these guys. It was clear that they were both very happy and in love. They turned back towards me and looked at me with determination. - “It’s time. You’re going to take our loads now.”, Javi said, matter-of-factly. They downed the last of their drinks, I did the same and took the half empty water bottle with me as I followed them towards the cubicle area. I didn’t even hesitate, even though I knew I was at great risk of catching something with these guys. Maybe I should’ve hesitated, but I figured I had already taken quite a few raw cocks this afternoon, what more damage could they possibly do? They quickly found an empty room with a large bed, pushed me inside and locked the door behind them, then continued to yank off my towel and push me down on my knees. I threw the little bag of lube and poppers on the bed, along with the water bottle, and like a good slave I put my hands behind my back and looked up at my masters like an exited puppy. They opened their towels and for the first time I saw their semi-hard cocks. Roo had an average dick, average thickness, and an average length of about 17 cm. Javi on the other hand had an above average length of about 19 cm, about the same as mine, but it was a lot thicker than the poz guy who just fucked me. It was as thick as my wrist and being a bear; my wrists are quite thick! I quickly put my mouth around Roo’s cock and started sucking, while I was stroking Javi, looking at his cock with amazement and, I’m guessing, a bit of fear. This is going to tear me apart, I thought to myself. Roo got hard quickly, and I tried sucking Javi, but I couldn’t get it into my mouth. I broke my jaw a few years back and after extensive surgery I haven’t been able to open as wide as I used to, but it has never been a problem until now. I had to settle with having just his cock head in my mouth, playing with my tongue over it while jerking him off. When Javi noticed it wasn’t going in as he wanted it to, he pulled out and said: - “Never mind that, lay down on your back on the bed. Don’t worry, Roo will fuck you first.” Clearly, I did as I was told, laid down on my back, ass hanging out over the edge of the bed and hoisted my legs in the air. Roo started rummaging around in the trash bin and he found what he was looking for; a used, cum filled condom. He positioned himself between my legs, held his cock against my hole, emptied the contents of the condom over his cock and my hole, then plunged into me in one quick swoop and started fucking me. Honestly, I’d had so much thick cock already that I could barely feel it, but it was still a raw cock in me, lubed with anonymous cum from a used condom, and that kind of sleaze is what I live for. The look on Roo’s face as he was pounding away was puzzling me. I couldn’t tell if he enjoyed it, disliked it or if he was feeling anything at all, he was just blank. I tried clenching to see if I could get a reaction, but nothing. Pinching his nipples didn’t do anything either. Javi was standing next to us, watching, jerking his massive cock. It was drooling with pre cum, and I reached out to catch a drop that was about to leave and hit the floor. It tasted salty and delicious. Roo was still pounding away with his expressionless face. Javi moved behind Roo, embraced him, kissed his neck, and said: - “Give it to him Roo. Breed him!” - “I already have, twice…”, Roo responded. - “Then move away and let me fucking destroy him!” - “Wait, not yet I’m about to give him a third load!” What? He’d cum twice already? Without ANY of the telltale grunts, moans, clenched eyes, or anything. He kept fucking for another minute, still no expression on his face, then he pulled out and said: - “There… Three toxic loads in his neg ass. NOW it’s your turn my love.” - “Grab your poppers lad, you’re gonna fucking need them!”, Javi said. Roo moved out of the way, sat down on the bed next to me so he had a good view of what was about to happen. He took my water bottle and drank it all as he leaned back to enjoy the show and started fiddling with his softening cock. I started inhaling my poppers like my life depended on them, I knew I was going to need all the chemical help I could get to survive this. Javi moved into position, put my legs up to rest on his shoulders, and with fear I saw that fat monster approaching my freshly bred hole. I took hit after hit of the poppers, hoping it would help. I’ve been fisted a few times, but it had been years since the last time, and I was not prepared for this. His glans was wet with pre cum, he pushed against me and started slipping in. It was stretching me open like never before and my ring was giving a lot of resistance. - “Wait, please…”, I said and grabbed my towel from the bed. I wet a corner of it with the poppers, rolled it up into a ball and shoved it in my mouth. A few deep breaths through the popper-towel, and it hit me like a fucking train. I just looked at Javi and nodded. Javi pushed hard, with no regard whatsoever for the owner of the hole he was penetrating. My hole gave up its resistance, and Javi entered me all the way. The pain was excruciating, but he was stronger than my ring muscle, and he had won. He started fucking me, alternating between quick short thrusts and long slow ones, sometimes even pulling all the way out and forcefully shoving back in. It was clear that his mission was to destroy me. He backed up and inspected my hole. - “Would you look at that…”, he said proudly, turning to Roo. Roo moved off the bed and down to the floor to get a good close look at my hole. Javi went back inside me, then pulled out again, leaving my hole gaping. - “Wow, he really is wide open now! Nice work!”, Roo said and shoved his face in between my ass cheeks, sticking his surprisingly long tongue into my hole. Roo flicked his tongue around a bit, then got up, pulled the poppers-towel from my mouth, and gave me a kiss with his sperm covered tongue. It was an intense taste of cum and ass, and the distinct taste of something slightly metallic: blood. Javi really had destroyed me, but not enough it seemed, as he shoved back in and again started fucking me quick and hard. I was coming down from the poppers rush, and it was really starting to hurt again, but I clenched my teeth and endured for another five minutes until Javi blasted his undetectable load in me and collapsed on top of me. He slipped out, rolled off and I could finally let my legs down again, with much discomfort. I just lay there, looking up into the ceiling, trying to compose myself. - “So, how many loads have you taken today, Jay?”, Roo asked. - “Ten, I think…”, I responded after going through this evening’s events in my head. - “At least four of those were really toxic poz loads.”, Javi commented. - “As we told you, Roo was just diagnosed and when you’re recently converted your viral load is really fucking high…”, he continued. I had no response. I just laid there quietly, my ass aching and my hole absorbing all those loads. Roo and Javi were quiet as they sat on the bed next to me. - “I need to take a piss…”, Roo said and took the empty plastic bottle and started filling it with his warm piss. When he was done, the bottle was full. He screwed the cap back on and tossed it on the bed towards me. It rolled over the bed and stopped as it caressed the side of my chest. I could feel the warmth of the liquid through the plastic, against my skin. - “Are you going to get PeP now and prevent your conversion?”, Roo asked, looking at me. What I did next surprised even myself. I picked up the piss bottle, looked at the pale-yellow liquid, sat up, unscrewed the cap, put the bottle to my lips and looking Roo straight in the eyes I started drinking. I’ve never been a piss pig before, but it felt so right at this moment. After downing half the bottle, I spoke up: - “What do you think? I’m a perverted cum dump, I think it’s finally time for me to fully embrace who I am and let the virus take hold. Not sure what my husband will say though…” I gave him a crooked mischievous smile as I scooped up a wad of gunk from my ass and looked at it. It was opalescent pink and frothy. I was definitely bleeding, and those toxic loads had a free passage into my bloodstream. I licked my fingers clean and moaned as I enjoyed the taste. - “It seems our job here is done, dear.”, Javi said to Roo, and they both laughed and gave each other a high five. - “I’m definitely done for today, there’s no way in hell I can get fucked anymore.”, I responded and laughed with them. Then I downed the last of the piss and said: - “And apparently, I’m a piss pig now. Not sure how that happened, I’ve never drank piss like this before.”, I said, crunched the empty bottle and threw it in the trash. We all went to the showers, got dressed and left together. They handed in their keys at the counter and paid their bill, and I did the same. The guy at the counter smiled at me and handed over a note with my locker number on. It was a phone number, “Text me!”, and a smiley face. I showed it to Roo and Javi. - “Yep, that’s his number alright. I’m pretty sure he wants you to confirm whether he’s managed to convert you or not. I know he’s counting his victims. But you won’t really be able to know if it was him or us…”, Roo said, flashing me a smile. We exited the sauna, exchanged numbers, hugged, and kissed. - “I hope we get to meet your husband too.”, Javi said with a grin. - “You’d kill him with that thing…” I said, looking at his groin…

Part 3 I look at him and he smiles and shows me his phone. It’s a video clip of an older white CD with red hair sucking a huge black cock. “Am I right, sissy? You want me to make you my bitch with this big cock? I saw you the other night, humpin that chair like that ass is itching.” “Is that your cock, sir?” WTF? Why did I just call him sir? And why the fuck am I asking another man about his cock? He smiles because he knows now. “I knew it. I’ve converted so many straight white boys to sissy sluts for my cock, I done lost count. Forget about the shot, I gotta piss and then let’s go for a ride, we gotta talk, bitch.” I didn’t want to make a scene in the bar, so I followed him to his car but I didn't get in. I could smell the weed emanating from the car as he walked me around to the drivers side. His friend was driving and when Marcus introduced me to him, I saw the redhead CD girl from the picture and she was sucking Keith's huge black cock. She came up for air and Keith blew a long stream of smoke into her mouth. She looked right at me with glassed-over eyes, blew the smoke onto Keith’s monster cock and then stuffed half of it back in her mouth. I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve got friends and dudes I do business with in this bar right now. I gotta get outa here. “I knew you were in the wrong bar when I saw you grinding your ass the other night, faggot,” Then Marcus grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "I know what you need, sissy. Where you parked?” Im still watching Keith push that sissy’s head down on his beautiful, glistening tool and she is moaning like a whore. “Yo! I got something you’re gonna like, sissy now open your car.” I reach for my keys without taking my eyes off of the porn movie in front of me. I hear Marcus tell Keith he’ll be right back as I’m getting in the drivers seat. My head is buzzing from the edible which is now taking full effect. Marcus says to me, “You smoke weed, slut?” I look over and Marcus has a glass pipe that he’s pouring something into and he tells me to take a left out of the parking lot. It’s like my mind is on autopilot as I pull onto the road. “Do you smoke, slut?” Me: “why are you calling me a slut, man? Yes I smoke weed.” He just chuckles and tells me to turn right into a strip mall and then around to the back. He points to where I should park and I come to a stop behind an empty store. Marcus: “We gonna have a little talk bout you but first I want you to smoke some of my shit here.” He hands me the glass pipe and I put it to my lips. It looked a little like a hash pipe from high school so I ask, “is this hash?” As he puts a torch under the bubble at the end, Marcus says, “Trust me, sissy. This is just what you need. Now when I tell you, inhale very slowly and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Dear Diary, I just can’t stop thinking about him. His skin hung loose from his body, but his cock was full and plump. Rock hard, dripping strings of precum. Each drop of precum that touched my tongue was like a spicy fizzle, his aroma was deep and manly. The hard part wasn’t fucking each other senseless, the hard part was finding a time to do it when people weren’t around. It seemed to me I’d have more anxiety towards this behavior. But it’s like my hole opens and puckers at the gesture of a poz man thrusting into me. Like it’s the only cock that can satisfy me now. Riding his cock was like heaven and hell had collided. A soliloquy of darkness and light, and a battle for the darkness to spread within me. To take on his seed and become one with him, oh man. I can’t take it. But I do anyways. I accept his every thrust like it’s my last. My bed banging against the wall, each dog in the house howling as this poz fucker tears into me. As he takes over me. As I let him convert me. I’ll never forget how his cock twitched inside me, the ooze flowing up his cock deeper inside me, and spurting out. I remember the look on his face when I flipped him over and pushed my cock inside him. The ecstasy, the lust, and the pleasure. It was the ultimate sin, taking a unicorns blood was considered unforgivable. Just, this time, I’m hoping it’s my last time giving unicorn juice. For next time, I pray, that it be scorpion venom leaking out of me, spicy with a sizzle. until next time, diary.

Hey guys! Thanks for all your great and encouraging (and dirty!) comments! Sorry I've been away for a while. But I intend to continue Justin's story and conversion (conversion in more way than one!) Hopefully I'll have an update for you soon. P&B

I walked through the corridors where the cabins were. They were all closed, except for one that was empty. I kept going and ventured towards the dark room, and as usual I found it most crowded just by the entrance, but when I pushed by those guys there was some space left over in the back. The dark room is quite large with a huge, padded fuck bench along one side and glory holes around the walls leading to the booths surrounding the room. It's completely dark in there, except for a faint red light coming through the glory holes, if they're not occupied. Grunting, moaning, and slapping noises coming from everywhere, and the smell of cum in the warm moist room was really putting my head in the right space, and taking a deep hit of my poppers pushed me over the edge into complete limitlessness. I felt the glory holes around me and found a hard, rather small, unoccupied cock that I immediately bent over and took in my mouth, sticking my ass out for anyone to use. It didn't take long until I felt hands on my ass and my body, exploring my cheeks and feeling my wet hole. Someone entered me and started fucking, just as the cock I was sucking suddenly erupted in my mouth. Had I known he would come that quickly I'd have pushed my ass against it from the beginning. With my mouth full of cum, I stood up and leaned my chest against the wall for a more comfortable position while the guy behind me kept fucking. I savored the flavor of the cum, then spit about half of it into my hand and swallowed the rest. The cum in my hand I poured over my ass crack, feeling it run down towards my hole lubing up the cock that was fucking me. It seemed to be a popular move since the guy groaned "Oh, fuck yes..." and about ten seconds later started shooting his load in me. Two loads in. Well, maybe two and a half. Again, I had no idea who he was, as he quickly withdrew and moved away. I clenched my hole and started moving towards the fuck bench, hoping I could find a free space and a more comfortable position for my continued anonymous breeding. Guy after guy were lined up on the bench, on their knees with their asses either waiting for cock or being fucked. I felt a sloppy hole on a really fat ass as I walked by, and I scooped some of the gunk up and smelled it; the unmistakable smell of cum on my fingers made my cock twitch, and I showed my cum-covered fingers up my hole just to get a bit of the DNA inside me. Next to the fat ass was a free space on the bench so I assumed the position as bitch, on my knees with my ass up just waiting to be impregnated. As I spread my legs and lowered myself, I felt my cock dipping into a wet puddle on the bench beneath me, again I scooped it up and identified the smell as cum, then tried pushing as much as possible into my hole. The rest I used to coat my cock to use as lube for masturbating. The bottom before me probably came while in the same position as I was in. The fat guy next to me were getting fucked by someone, and that someone started feeling up my ass with rough calloused fingers. He quickly swapped and showed his wet cock, dripping with cum from the other hole, all the way into my ass as he instead started fingering the other guy. Ten seconds later he swapped back, and then went back and forth like that for a few minutes, properly fucking us both and transferring DNA to and from both our asses. After about ten minutes he was fucking harder and faster than before, and I heard him starting to groan while fucking the fat guy next to me. Mid coming, he pulled out and slammed into me to make sure we both got a share of the load he was shooting. -"Fucking whores..." he wheezed and spat on my back before leaving the room. The fat guy seemed to have had enough as he got up from the bench and left. I remained in position and took a hit of my little brown bottle. A minute someone else entered me and quickly fucked another load into me. Not much to write about that one, just a quick pump-and-dump, but it was still another load in me, and I was happy about that. Four loads in, and DNA from an unknown number of men. This was going to turn out great!

I’ve been reading and jerking off to the stories here for years. Countless orgasms has been caused, so I felt it was time to return the favor with a story of my own. Fiction. -ish… The true part is that I really am the cumdump bitch being described and I can promise you there were LOTS of pre cum drooling out of my cock while writing this down. It’s sort of a summary of several visits to saunas and sex clubs, summarized into one heck of an evening, spiced up with some fiction and minor exaggerations. You'll have to figure out the fictional parts yourself. 😉 English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors you might find. --------------------- The Sunday of easter was always packed at my local gay sauna in my hometown, a small town in the south of Spain. Boys and men having spent many nights dining with their catholic families, thinking about Jesus and stuff. Now they’re all horned up and ready to blow. I’m not a religious person at all, unless you count getting fucked raw by random men a religion, then I’m devout! Maybe a bit of background information could be interesting for you to read: Being a somewhat chubby, hairy man, 40+, I usually don’t find it that easy to get fucked when there’s always so many hotter options around, but going to the sauna has never failed me as I always left with an ass full of cum. In all honesty it’s mostly due to me having absolutely no limits whatsoever when it comes to who’s fucking me. No loads refused, right? I often end up with some hot guys too. There IS such a thing as bear chasers, but they’re not common, so those rare moments are of course cherished. I actually promised myself at a young age to never say no to any guy wanting to fuck me even if he was old, fat, ugly, or all of it, because sooner or later I would also become old, probably fat, probably less attractive, and I wouldn’t want to be rejected for that, hence I would never refuse anyone with a hard cock wanting to fuck me. When it comes to being the top, I get a little pickier. Mainly because I must be turned on in one way or another to stay hard. On the other hand, I've fucked quite a few disgusting men just because of the sleaze of it. I find it very hard to resist a good sloppy cum filled hole. Taking loads is my passion, and I've been doing it for 25 years. The first time I ever had sex I swallowed big load of cum. The second time I took it in the ass. The third time I loaded the guy’s ass. From that point on there's been very few condoms in my life, at least being used as intended. I wasn't very sexually active my first "gay years", due to living in a very small town on the countryside, and it being the 90's when internet was a luxury and mobile phones were made for phone calls. But then I moved to the big city and started hooking up with anyone who looked at me half a second too long at a party or a gay bar. Then I discovered the porn cinemas which I very nervously attended, scared of HIV but still not using any protection. The thrill was greater than the fear and my risk taking was getting worse every time I went there. Someone introduced me to poppers, and with that little brown bottle under my nose I took my first completely anonymous load with my ass pressed against a glory hole in a very small dark cabin. Fuck, I felt so dirty, but I had never been hornier. Not long after that I found myself out in the open, taking a load from a skinny guy with a PA, with a crowd of dirty old men watching me while they were jerking off. I remember feeling strangely proud of myself for doing so and feeling attractive as all those men seemed to enjoy the show. A few years of porn cinemas, dark rooms, cabins, and saunas later, I found the fetish club. I got myself a jock strap and a leather harness and felt just as nervous about going there as I felt going to the porn cinema the first time. The crowd here was older, they were kinky fetishists and somehow, I KNEW they all had AIDS. Probably. But I still went there. I had barely paid for my first beer before someone stuck a finger up my ass, causing me to run and hide in a corner. I can't remember doing anything sexual there the first time, I don't think I stayed long, but I've taken countless loads there after that first night. I met my husband there a few years later. He was so sweet, and I was so turned on watching him taking loads in the dark room, his hair all messy, drunk off his head. I took him home that night and he moved in just a few weeks later. Together we discovered travelling; Barcelona sex clubs, Berlin sex clubs; Amsterdam sex clubs, Gran Canaria and Yumbo center sex clubs... All this time without PrEP, as it wasn't available in my country at the time. I never cared about the risks. Even as my husband and I were both getting railed next to each other against the bar at a club in Yumbo center, me by a guy with biohazard tattoos who as it turned out had been making porn for Treasure Island Media, my husband by his husband. It really is nothing short of a fucking miracle that I’m still neg, and so is my husband. A few years ago, we started taking PrEP, but only for planned fucking, such as parties or going abroad, but I was still taking quite a lot of spontaneous loads when fucking around. Then came Covid and we stopped fucking with others altogether and stopped PrEP too. Then as soon as the pandemic was over, we moved to Spain. But I digress, let’s get back to the easter breeding...

So I’m sitting at the pub drinkin with the guys and talking sports and pussy. I’m wearing work boots, jeans and a white T shirt. I’m also wearing purple panties and a butt plug wishing I was getting spitroasted by big cocks. I need a bigger plug. I'm very restless on my bar stool as I grind my hungry hole down on it trying to feel it deep…and not get caught. I need to get fucked like a bitch in heat. I was sitting talking to my friends with my back to another section of the bar. When I turned back to the bar to order some shots, I noticed a tall black guy about 5 barstools away and he gives me a “sup” nod and looks right at me. I nod back and turn to the shots that just arrived. As I’m drinking my shot I thought, “I wonder what I look like from the back when I’m wiggling my butt down?” Could that dude possibly know my secret? I turn to put my shot glass on the bar and glance in his direction…but he’s gone. I was relieved but also…I don’t know…disappointed?

You guys got any straight friends that you’ve sucked their cock? Approached me in the bathroom saying suck his cock. He cums hard . Cum tastes like creamy. I clean his cum off with my hands scooping the cum with my fingers and stuffing them into my boi pussy. Curious to know what his cum will make my hole smell like. Used boi hole is an aphrodisiac. Sweaty and sweaty men’s athletic clothes have the same effect as poppers. Keeps me hard and the boi musk is intoxicating. I’ve learned to just be passive and your timidness only make male aggression want to dominate you.

Part 2 Three nights later, I need to meet my bookie at the bar as I did surprisingly well on the Final Four. I did an edible a couple hours before so I’m feeling nice and mellow in my pink lace crotchless panties. My new, bigger butt plug arrived today and I had to go slow getting it in. It vibrates and has a remote control. I had it on low in the truck driving here. I think it’s too loud so too risky for the bar. What a way for one of my friends to catch me! No way! So I leave the remote in the truck. I stand the whole time I’m settling up with the bookie. When he leaves, and if nobody is around, I plan to sit down hard on the closest bar stool and ride the thrill of my secret. We do a shot for good luck and he heads out. I look around and see that nobody is around the stool next to me so I back up and drop all my weight on my butt and WOW, I’ve never had anything that deep inside me! It takes my breath away and I look down to gather myself. I take a couple recovery deep breaths and look up to see that tall black guy walk into the bar and directly over to me. I look away quickly thinking it’s just really bad timing but fuck…he’s soon standing right next to me. I stand up as I’m paying my tab and he says, “Yo, get us some shots”. Me: “I’m leaving now. Maybe next time.” He leans his head close to mine and says in my ear “I’m going to give you what you want, bitch.”

As if there had been a signal that I could not hear, the room was suddenly empty, and I found myself alone on the bench. I stood up, exited, and went around the corner to where the booths were, stepped inside my favorite one that has glory holes on three sides, closed the door behind me and hung my towel on the hook by the door. The glory hole to the left was towards another booth that was empty. The hole in the middle was towards the dark room, and I knew that was empty as well. The hole to the right was to another booth, and I could see someone moving in there. He had seen me too and presented an open mouth in the hole. Oh well, the others were empty so I guess getting my cock sucked would be better than nothing, so I stuck my soft cock in the mouth in the hole, flipped my ball sack over the partition as well and just pushed my entire body against the wall as the guy started sucking. Another deep hit of my poppers while just relaxing and letting him do all the work, slowly making me hard again. He grabbed my nuts and started gently squeezing them as he worked on my shaft. I love a bit of CBT, so I told him -"Harder on the nuts...". He heard me and gave them a good squeeze and my response was a loud moan and a flex of my cock, pushing out a gob of pre cum to the cocksucker’s delight. More poppers, more ball squeezing, and a warm wet mouth around my cock, I was really starting to enjoy this, but I really didn't want to cum yet, so I wasn't too displeased when the guy stopped sucking and let go of my cock. However, two seconds later his hole was engulfing my cock instead. He fucked himself onto me as I remained in position. My balls were still on the other side of the wall, and every time he pushed back his ass also pushed against my nuts, putting them in a sort of vice between the wall and his body. As good as all this was, his ass was a bit too loose and didn't provide enough pleasure for me, so I started softening and slipped out of him. He resumed sucking and cleaning my cock properly. I could hear noises from the booth on the other side, so I took a chance, turned around, pushed my ass against the hole where the cocksucker was, bent over and investigated the hole on the other side. The cocksucker started fucking me with his tongue, which was very nice, and I could see a huge cock appearing in the hole in front of my face. This was a small booth, so I had no trouble staying with my ass pushed against one hole, while sucking the cock in the other. The cock sucker replaced his tongue with a rather short but very fat cock, stretching my hole out nicely, as I sucked the ever-growing huge cock in front of me. Pig heaven is how I would describe being taken from both ends like this. All that was missing was a fire underneath, and I would've been a real roasted pig. A few minutes of this and the cock I was sucking were at full attention, as big as some of my favorite dildos. The cock sucker, now ass fucker, blasted off what seemed to be a huge load in my ass. When he pulled out, I could feel it running down the back of my thighs. While I was turning around, I scooped up what I could, lubed the huge cock and started impaling myself on it. Holy fuck it was big. It must've been at least 25 cm long and as thick as one of those huge cans of hairspray I used back in the 90's. I would know, since I actually built myself a homemade dildo from one of those cans when I lived at home and was too young to procure real sex toys. The poppers bottle would come in handy now. I pushed back against the cock and felt him back away along with it, pulled my ass cheeks apart and planted my ass firmly against the partition. A deep hit of the poppers bottle and I could feel the familiar warmth and rush as my body relaxed and the cock slowly slipping into me, deeper and deeper. In front of me the cock that just fucked me appeared and I didn't hesitate one second opening my mouth, taking it in and savor the taste of cock, cum and ass on it.

First and foremost, I thank you all for coming here. Please keep in mind that during a previous post I halted content production as I focused on my own journey. This journey is a fictitious parallel. Check back now and again, I anticipate this being a long series. -DonnyJames A New Beginning - AMBD Chapter 1 Life was pretty good until the pandemic hit. It was unfortunate that the cost of the pandemic hit me as hard as it did. Dragged down by disaster after disaster, I was destroyed emotionally. It seemed as if every day came at the cost of more debt, more bills, less energy, and less will. I speak of will as if it is some kind of magical essence, knowing that losing the will to continue fighting is hard. It can destroy a man. What I can say is that when faced with destruction and despair, occasionally, just every so often, fighting back with corruption and devastation is the strongest defense. Faced with bankruptcy, homelessness, and absolute self actualized destruction, a certain… twitch came across me. A deep itch yearning to corrupt myself further. To take on the darkness and live hand-in-hand with the compassions of light, and the treachery of darkness. To walk the lone path, and pursue the poz status. Weeks go by, with little to no interest in sex. Depression sets in further. Suicidal thoughts crossed my mind, but yet, the excitement and burn of being poz and alive would constantly reignite my passions as I fantasized about the bug infiltrating my veins. Taking root in my system, churning in my blood. The silent venom hijacking my mind, the danger of my sex. I know these feelings bring out my sexual side again. I have learned to embrace that my poz tendencies have turned me into a new man. I cannot get off without thinking of being poz anymore. For in this case, the bug has already won me. Detectable, or not. I knew in this moment I was destined for it. It wasn’t an if, it was a when. I’ve set out to work right away. (This first story exists in another thread on this site, but is not allowed here. This is a sum-up) The first time I took a poz load was fucking hot. It was actually 4 poz loads, in fact. This hairy bear laying on the bed gestured me over to him. His massive cock curved up sharply, and a gigantic double zero gauge Prince Albert stuck out of it. I moved over to the bed where he was, and hopped over him. Straddling his body, I lowered my puckered ass hole to his cock. Gently, fiddling with his cock ring around my hole, I slid up and down on the head of his dick. My hole kissed his cock, in and out, making sweet love to his large member. 4 loads later and the night was over. It was probably about two weeks ago that I realized being poz was something I somewhat am already. I’ve had sex with several poz guys, and I don’t fuck negative boys. It seems like I have already succumbed to the virus. I met a wasted poz guy a few days ago. His saggy, empty skin would slap against my ass as he fucked me. Raw dogging my ass, I could see this man had never been happier. His first breeding ever as a top, and he chose me for the load. He chose ME to carry his legacy. However, I am just so tired, I must finish this another time. Goodnight Diary, Don’t let my sex bugs bite. We are up to speed on this diary. Going forward will be much more detailed content, starting here in a day or two. Please check back and scroll for where the real story begins on this thread.

Hey guys - I'm cumming to SFO for a week at the end of July for Up Your Alley. What are the best parties and events to cum to for fun and action? I've been to both Dore Alley and SF Pride before but found it hard even finding out what dance parties or sex parties were even happening! Need some pointers or invites... 😉 Cheers.

I was in Scouts. Even went back packing in Philmont and was in Order of the Arrow. I never had any scout encounters (and it's not like i didn't try to). But if I'd been lucky enough to enjoy a fellow scout or scoutmaster I would have welcomed it.

It wasn't so much what the guy said to me as it was the fact that as a professional escort (and he was an exceptionally hot one at that), he wanted to get fucked by me on his one day off. And he ended up spending the night. I'm still flattered by it.

One of my favorites was when I had a boyfriend once, and I was cheating on him with a guy he knew from work. Dude was telling me, as he pounded the shit out of me, how he was going to tell my BF what a worthless, cheating whore I was. I kept begging him not too, as he kept telling me he was, calling me trash, and a whore and fucking me harder. I was so turned on I came from just being fucked. He never did tell my BF, and we fucked a few times after that with him always threatening me as he fucked me.

Which, I'm assuming, also includes the armaments industry - with the politicians pants down, bent over, spreading their cheeks to receive the shovels-full of money from the industry that is providing the equipment that's mowing down little kids in school, on and on, ad nauseum. Here in FL, our - I can't even describe him as an actual governor - is busy restricting books, endorsing hatreds of every kind and description, signing bills that allow the nutcases to carry guns without even obtaining a permit, every anti-social thing he can come up with. At least, his battles with Mickey Mouse aren't proving so successful - not quite yet, anyway ....

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jasGq4un9I5a I'd take both of his loads!

I went back to the bathhouse recently and ended up spending a lot more time there than I had originally planned to. But there's something addictive about it. I arrived early evening and it was reasonably busy already. I just wore a jockstrap and left my towel in my locker. I did a quick walkthrough to scope out the crowd, and it didn't take long for a guy to grab my ass as I walked by. I nodded, and he wordlessly pushed me up against the wall, spit on his dick, and fucked me right there. It didn't take long for him to cum in me - "Thanks," was all he said as he walked away. Next was a bearded daddy-type who invited me back to his room. We started by making out, and he asked if I'd let him fuck me. I told him I wanted to be a good boy for him and do whatever he wanted, which made his dick jump. He ate my ass out, and when he tasted the cum that had been fucked into me from the previous guy, it drove him wild. He fucked me hard and animalistic, and me saying "please daddy, please cum in me" sent him over the edge. He didn't stop after cumming, though, and kept fucking me for a second load. After he was spent, we lay there chatting for a bit. I told him about my master and my ongoing training, and how I felt at my best when serving other men. Before leaving, we exchanged numbers, and he said he'd be hearing from me for sure. I went back to the public play area, and another guy grabbed my ass - I didn't turn around and just bent forward, presenting my ass, and he didn't waste any time and started fucking me. We amassed a small crowd, including one enthusiastic verbal guy who was very into the fact that I was being raw fucked by a stranger, saying things like 'yeah fuck his ass raw', 'take that raw cock, boy', etc. When the guy fucking me announced that he was close, I loudly begged him to cum in me, which elicited an enthusiastic "yeah! seed his ass!" from the verbal guy. Verbal guy quickly got down and felched me after the guy fucking me pulled out, before himself ramming his cock into my hole. He went all of a few thrusts before shooting in me and then quickly walking away. I left the play area to take a break at this point, and after getting some water, a guy approached and asked if I'd like to come back to his sling room with him. I agreed, and he had me up in the sling in no time. There was a lot of dirty talk which was seriously turning me on and getting me into a slutty headspace. Things like "You're just a slutty faggot jock boy aren't you?" and "You just want to get loaded up, don't you, faggot?". He gave me a bottle of poppers and told me to take a few big hits. My head was spinning at this point, and he poured some lube on his cock and said "You're going to take what I give you, faggot," and slammed into me in one thrust. I just threw my head back and moaned. My ass burned as he fucked me, his cock was thick but it felt right and my head was still spinning from the poppers. He fucked me with the door open, and given his enthusiastic fucking and how noisy we were being, we quickly amassed a small group of people watching, waiting for a turn on my ass. His thrusts accelerated, and he yelled "Take it all, faggot!" as he flooded my hole. He winked at me and said "enjoy yourself, faggot", and as quickly as he pulled out, another guy was there to take his place. Cock after cock fucked me, and I lost track of how many. Each new cock that entered my hole reaffirmed what I felt inside - that I am a faggot, born to please men. Everything about the situation just felt so right - being ass up in a sling, available for anyone to use as they saw fit. At some point, I was pulled off the sling onto the bed, and was double penetrated. Having two cocks in my ass for the very first time, by total strangers, no less, made me see stars. As it was happening, I just started chanting softly over and over "I'm a faggot" while getting doublefucked. The whole experience was a headspace and high like nothing I'd ever experienced before, being DP'd was the cherry on top. When things finally quieted down, the guy who had initially put me in the sling was nowhere to be found, and a quick time check showed I'd been at the bathhouse for almost 8 hours - it was time to leave. Exhausted, I collected my things from my locker and went home, thoroughly used, and incredibly satisfied.

If I were there babe I'd take your babies in both ends how ever many times they hey want to cum on inside 😵

If your not sure, I would recommend being a stablehand. When you get your break and you can be a mare or stallion. I was a mare (obviously) on Saturdays CLAW Horsemarket, and in 20 minutes got 3 cocks in me, and this was when event was starting to wind down. The feeling of just hood on and trusting others to lead you, and just knowing your a piece of meat, a hole to be used. Unbelievable feeling..and now i want more!!

To clarify--You buy your ticket for one role or the other, you can't switch in the course of the evening. More Mares apply than Stallions. The Stablemaster, as I understand it, keeps the mares on a waiting list. Once he has ten Stallions buy tickets, ten Mares are notified they got their tickets as well, and so on,,,until it reaches around 35 each. I've said this elsewhere, but I will repeat it here. One of the things I love about HorseMarkertSF is that no photos are submitted, unlike other models of this events. There is no "hotness" criteria. Horny men, in all shapes, sizes and colors are there. As it should be.

I was service mare #401 at Saturday night's party. There was VERY little time I didn't have a penis in my ass and was bred multiple times. Then stayed for the open ply party after and got fisted some more. Was going to post a pic but apparently I can't get it small enough to upload. 😞

I've had to clean other guys dna out of the driver seats of rental cars before returning them.

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

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

Chad’s Collapse into Chaos: Chapter 1 Note: There is a fairly long contextual intro. Jump to the spot with the pictures to get to the action. Chad: 29 5’9” 160lbs, slightly toned, drank and smoked weed occasionally. Has a good job in marketing/communications in sales. Vanilla life, recently heartbroken, and tries drugs and anonymous sex for the first time, while alone after a weekend at a music festival. ----- My life was in shambles. For years I had been with only one guy. We met when I was younger, not even out of the closet. Then again, I felt like I was barely out of the closet now. Still, I spent years with this guy. Our breakup felt sudden. Me? I’m Chad. Grew up in PEI, a relatively simple lower middle class life. Mom was a drunk, Dad left when we were young, but we managed. I grew up fantasizing about guys, but mostly avoiding relationships. As I got older, I went to school for business in a larger city out west and ended up working a few jobs in marketing sales. It was an easy gig. I showed up, acted charming, told the clients what they wanted to hear, and I made enough sales to perform well. In college I met Trevor out at a bar. He was making eyes, I was drunk enough to make eyes back. That lead to a years long relationship were I felt content enough to not dig any deeper. Trev? Clearly he felt different. I caught him cheating. I walked in on him in our apartment on the fringes between suburbs and downtown of the city we lived in. I came home early from work one day when I was feeling a bit off. My mental health sometimes gets the better of me, and this day, I just wasnt feeling it. It was just after lunch when I entered our townhouse. I always entered from the patio doors, as they were usually open, and our back yard was really hidden as the pathway to get to the back ran along the edge of a wall at the end of the townhouses. It emptied out onto a private terrace backed onto a greenway that led up to a highway. It was private. Too private I found out. I was about to walk in when I saw that Trev was blindfolded, leading over counter, while a stranger was jack hammering his ass. Both Trev and the stranger were facing away from me at a diagonal. I could see most of what was happening, but not all of it. I felt sick. Everything swirled and I wasn’t sure what to do. So I stood there. I watched. Trev was acting wild, wilder than he ever did with me. The top was really handsy, grabbing my partner in ways I didn’t know were okay. He slapped him, pulled his hair, and roughly grabbed his neck and choked him. Trev seemed to love it. I felt so conflicted. So shameful. This was nothing like when Trevn and I had sex. I could hear them through the door. The top grunting, Trev groaning, with both of them talking dirty. “You want it?” I could barely pick it out, but I could hear it. “Fuck me daddy, breed me.” I was shocked. Trev was fucking this stranger bare. I couldn’t watch anymore. I started to leave when I heard the top groan. “Fuck yeh, take it. Take my cum!” I nearly tripped over myself getting out of there and heading to my car. I got in, turned it on and drove away slowly. I continued on for a while, finally ending up at a part I used to run at. The entire drive there I was rock hard and leaking. My brain and heart were broken, but my cock and lust were on full blast. Everything swelled. Before I could sense what I was doing, I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I rubbed and rubbed, while I thought about Trev getting fucked raw by a stranger and taking his cum. I fucked him raw, but I was his partner. This was so shocking to me. But it turned me on. I rubbed and suddenly I was cumming through my underwear and pants. I panted, feeling raw, horny, and feral. I also felt confused. As I came to I noticed a car had pulled up next to me and in the driver’s seat a man was sitting there watching me. He winked at me. I felt sick. This entire time the car had been on and in park. I had to go. I left in a hurry, spreading crusher dust and gravel everywhere as I spun out of there. I couldn’t go home, but I didnt know where to go. —-- I drove around for a while before deciding to go to a friend’s. She wasn’t too far away and she was as a friend from home. She took me in, listened to my heartbreak, and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. The same day I broke up with Trev. I did it over the phone, I couldn’t tell him why. I couldn’t even form the words. I just told him I wanted him out of the house and with his things by the end of the week. He didn’t even seem to care, he almost sounded relieved. I knew he was sitting there listening to me while there was cum inside him from another man. Maybe this is what he always wanted. I definitely didn’t want it. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. My friend told me this was “perfect timing”. That she and a few other friends were headed to a music festival in another city for a few days that weekend, and one of her friends couldn’t go anymore so there was an extra vip ticket. I had never been to a music festival and I tried to tell her I just needed to be by myself and recover, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. “Fuck that, you are coming, and we are going to have a great time. You will see!” They had rented an airbnb for 5 days in the downtown core, just a single train ride with a few stops over to the festival. It was hot and I spent most of the weekend drunk and high. I had never partied before, but my friend and company were prepared. They had a party kit with tons of supplies and most of them spent the weekend high on molly. I abstained, only drinking and getting stoned, until the final night of the festival. My friend was persistent. She said it would be a good time and to relax. Fuck it. I dropped some molly. The final night was amazing and surprising. I ended up making eyes at one of the gay guys in the group while dancing at a slow electronic band’s set towards the end of the night. He made eyes back. He took my hand and led me away to an edge, near some hedges, and we made out. We left the festival early and headed to the airbnb where he gave me a deep blowjob that felt like magic. But, just as I came, all I could think about was Trev getting barebacked while wearing a blindfold. I kept picturing myself in the position. Feeling what he felt. I was a top, only having been fingered a few times, including this night while the other guy blew me. I shot deep into his mouth while thinking about getting cock and jizz deep inside my hold. “Holy fuck dude, you shot so much and your ass really clenched onto my finger. You loved it.” Indeed I did, but I also felt a lot of shame. I woke up feeling awful. Friends and company were already packing up. I had driven a few of us here, but most were taking other rides or planes back home to where they lived. I was driving by myself. I had planned on leaving today, but I felt so awful. My friends saw it in my body and face. “Oh Chad, you look rough.” and “Fuck dude, you should sleep it off. We have the airbnb for two more nights. I was going to stay in the city but I can’t cause of work now. It is already paid for. I heard what happened man, you should stay and chill. Go to the spa or something and just relax. Here are the details.” I had already taken two weeks off work because of the breakup, so essentially, I was free. I said yes and as my friends packed up, and headed out. I was in and out of sleep, unsure of myself, feeling awful, and just happy I didnt have to move. Before leaving, my friend came over to say goodbye as I groaned. “Hey Chad, im heading out. This was a great weekend and I am so glad you came and I am even more glad you are staying for a bit. You deserve a break. Get out there, make some friends, meet guys, have fun. I left you some stuff in the kitchen. Have fun!” She leaned over, gave a kiss on the cheek, slapped my ass, and left. I fell asleep. I woke up hours later. The sky was already getting dark, I was starving having not eaten in 30 hours. I was also really horny. I woke up with a raging hard on and instantly thought about the previous nights blowjob and Trevor getting anonymously fucked. My heart started pounding. I rolled out of bed, with my hard on poking through my underwear, catching the corners of things. I had to piss but I was too hard. I walked into the kitchen, thinking about eating, but even though I was hungry, I didnt have the urge to eat. On the table there was a small bag, and a few bottles of rum. She left me quite the surprise. Inside the bag were 2 pills of molly, a few grams of weed and smoking supplies, and a note. “Have fun, be careful, and let loose. You deserve it. Call me if you need anything.” On the back of the note was the instructions for the airbnb. I eyed the weed. It was late, I wasnt going out. So I grabbed the weed, a bottle of rum, and headed to the patio in my underwear. I sat there, thinking about Trevor, the blowjob, and how my life was collapsing around me. I was 28, relatively good looking, had a good job, but I was no single and in the worst kind of possible way. I smoked and took swigs from the bottle as I watched the sunset. I wanted to crawl back into bed, but my hardon kept coming and going. I was getting pretty buzzed. I grabbed my phone, looked at my hard dick leaking through my undies, and downloaded a few hook up apps. I made a quick profile, using this image, with these details: Shynewlysingleguy: 29 years old, toned, 160lbs, vers top I took the pic quickly, setting it up. Why I wanted to show my ass, im not sure. I just kept thinking about how it felt from Trevors perspective. I didnt look at the apps anymore. I decided I needed a shower and as I walked back into the kitchen, I thought about the molly. I really enjoyed last night. I was shocked that I was even having these thoughts, but I was feeling desparate and horny. The “fuck it” mindset was really being pushed along by the weed and the rum. I set down everything, took off my clothes, reached into the bag and grabbed the two pills, and headed for the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror, looking at my body. I looked tired, but nice. I was tanned, and the lack of food and water over the weekend had my body looking so tight. I stared at myself and my cock, cut and pointing up towards my stomach. It was 7inches and average. I was afraid to touch it, feeling like I could cum at any moment. I threw the pills in my mouth, looked at myself directly in the eye, and swallowed. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a deep clean, avoiding touching my cock, but scrubbing everywhere sensually. It felt great. I had felt stoned and a bit drunk and I knew the molly would kick in fast with nothing in my body to stop it. I layed down in the shower letting the water fall on my body. It felt amazing. I laid there touching my body and making my way down to my ass. I lifted my legs and rubbed my hole while thinking of Trevor getting railed. Using soap, I fingered myself and lost track of time. My dick was bouncing and leaking. I could tell I was going to be very high soon so I stopped immediately. No more thinking, no more wishing. I needed to get fucked. I dried off and grabbed the my phone, rum, weed, and a bottle of water and headed to the bedroom, stopped, and turned the other direction. In the basement there was another bedroom, with a separate entrance. This is where I got the blowjob. Both me and the other guy entered this way and something compelled me to head there. If I was going to hook up, this would be the easiest way to do it. I jumped on the bed, pointing my still damp and naked ass towards the door, and opened Grindr. Right away there were messages. Already it was getting hard to function. I was spinning a bit. The molly was kicking in and I felt incredible. I was horny, my dick was rubbing against the sheets I was on. I wasn’t wearing anything and started to feel a bit insecure, but I felt to fuzzy to get up and move. He replied. Whoa. I was staring at the cock in the picture, thinking about the man behind Trevor, who was pounding his ass. Was this what his cock was like? Thick, hard, big mushroom head. Did it feel good? I needed to know. I couldnt bring myself to get fucked bareback. Not yet. I was wanting it so badly, but I just, the thought of a stranger, with the risks involved. I just couldn’t. He didnt reply back. I sat there refreshing the app, looking at other apps, then I got a notification. I had the volume on and the sound almost knocked me over. I opened the app. His message was there. It was then that I knew I needed to get fucked. I typed in the address. I dont know why I said stuff. Was that deliberate? The message took all I had. I was now fully high. I couldn’t write much more. He responded quickly. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. I also felt nervous and I was shaking. I took a big swig of rum, then went for the water bottle but in my highness, I knocked it onto the floor. Fuck. I rolled over and half slipped off the bed to try and find the bottle that had rolled under the bed. As I peaked under the bed, my head upside down and swirling, I nearly fainted. But I saw the bottle and could reach it. It had rolled up against some clothing, something that the guy who blew me must of left behind. I grabbed the water and the clothing. As I rolled back up on to the bed, the bottle and clothing dropped onto my face. The bottle hurt, bouncing and rolling off into the pillow. But the clothes lingered on my face. They smelled raunchy but incredible. I laid there sniffing them not sure what they were. I opened my eyes and lifted them up. They were a jock, and they were covered in white dried cum. I almost passed out. I looked at the clock at the bedside table and it read 10:26. Almost ten minutes. I had been sniffing the jockstrap for almost ten minutes. I was rock hard and leaking, I needed release, but the jock was too good to ignore. I kept thinking about Trevor, seeing him in a blindfold ass up and taking it, and I was about to do the same. This jock was covered in someone else's cum, left behind, with the same of the encounter. Now I held it, the jock and the shame. I pulled down the jock strap and put it on. I rolled over, covered some of my upper body with the sheets, buried my head in the pillows, and waited. I heard the door open. … more to come.

FUCK! You're right about that. LOVED watching that hairy fucker's body as he had that second orgasm. So hot!!!

Well personally I like the dump and cum with no eye contact...just a man seeding and moving on...primal! However, the actual saying that was said to me was by a hot "down low straight" jock who slapped my ass after shooting baby batter in me and said "good game!" It turn me on so much, I put it in my profile!

So, I think I got addicted to junkie pussy. I'm really itching to get more after the last time. So, this was yesterday when I finished work late: It had been a long and tiring day at the office, and all I wanted was to go home, have a drink, and forget about work. As I walked down the dimly lit street, my eyes caught sight of a young woman standing alone on the corner. She looked lost and desperate, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She clung to her small purse, as if it was her only lifeline in a world that had turned its back on her. At first, I thought nothing of it, assuming she was just waiting for someone. But as I got closer, I noticed her tattered clothes, the bruises on her arms, and the way she nervously scanned the passing cars. Her face was sunken, and her skin was pale, making her look almost ghostly. Her eyes, which once might have been bright and full of life, were now dull and lifeless, and they were sunken deep into their sockets. Her hair was matted and unkempt, and she wore a ragged and torn dress that barely covered her body. Despite her emaciated appearance, there was still something strikingly beautiful about her. It was like seeing a diamond in the rough, and I felt a strange pull towards her. It was obvious what she was doing there. She approached me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, mister. Want some company?" I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of guilt and arousal. It had been a while since I had been with a woman, and the idea of a quick and anonymous encounter was tempting. Especially with such a desperate girl. I saw the pain in her eyes, the scars on her arms, and the way her voice shook with fear. And I just knew how to make her more desperate. I took a deep breath and said, "No, thanks. I'm good." As I walked away, I could hear her mumble something under her breath. I didn't catch what she said, but I knew that she was disappointed. I turned around and walked back to her. "Hey, wait. Are you okay?" She looked up at me, her eyes shining with a mix of desperation and hope. "I...I need money," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For what?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "For drugs. I...I need to get high. It's the only thing that helps me forget." She is honest. She knows where she stands. At the bottom. Reduced to do what man want from her. Perfection. "Come on," I said, taking her hand. "Let's go somewhere more private." We walked to a cheap motel I knew a few blocks away. As Grace entered the dimly lit motel room, I got a closer look at her. Her movements were slow and hesitant, like she was afraid of breaking something. She removed her jacket, revealing her thin, bony arms. Her skin was marked with bruises and needle marks, and she had scars on her wrists. As she started to unbutton her shirt, I could see the outline of her ribs and the hollow of her stomach. She had small breasts, but they were still perky and youthful. Her hips were narrow, and her legs were thin and shaky. She seemed fragile, like she could shatter into a million pieces at any moment. As she turned around to face me, I could see the desperation and sadness in her eyes. She was like a wounded animal, and I felt so aroused. My cock was rock hard. . I took my pants off and her eyes widend when she saw my 8 inch uncut dick. "On your knees", I said and she obeys. I press my Cock onto her mouth and she begins to suck. Buy she has trouble getting it all in. And her spirit wasn't in it. If she had any spirit left at all. After 5 minutes of her half-assed blowjob attempt I had enough. "You are bad at this. I hope your pussy is better." She flinched when I grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed. I moved onto her, while she lay still. She looked so skinny and frail, I was worried, that I would crush her with my big hairy belly and my body weight. But only a little. And I had needs. I positioned my Cock at her pussy. I could feel she was dry. But that didn't matter. She would become wet. They all did. I pressed. She flinched, but couldn't move away under my weight. She was so dry and tight, it hurt my dick. But that just made it more exciting. A little pain was like aphrodisiac for me. I pushed deeper, a little out to just go back deeper. She squealed and skirmed, but I hold her tight with my weight and my strong arms. I could feel her get a little wet while I continued to push in and out. Her pussy was so tight ... After some minutes of slowly getting her ready she was now wet enough. I continued to fuck her. Pushing in and out, with every stroke going deeper into her. She whimpered with every push and when I pushed all my 8 inches completely in her, she screamed out. Which turned me on even more. I started pounding her like a jackhammer. Making her scream more. The pressure in my balls got bigger. I could feel my dick swelled more, got even harder. A tension built up in my whole body ... I grunted when I felt the release, pumping her junkie pussy full with my cum. I collapsed onto her, feeling her sobbing under me while my cum was dripping out of her pussy. I sat up. She lay there, some tears running down her cheeks. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping with my cum, that slowly run down to her tiny ass. Just looking at her got my dick hard again. "Time for round 2", I said. She didn't say anything, when I turned her around, prodding up her ass. With my fingers I lubed her butt with my cum and started stretching her. She didn't seem to care. So I continued. 2 Fingers, 3 fingers. I think she was ready. I pushed my hard dick in her and this time it went in easily enough. With one strong push I was balls deep in and she squirmed under me, but I hold her tight, while I stretched her asshole with my big dick. I started pounding her little butt while she screamed into the pillow. It turned me so on, that I came in like a minute. My balls hut a little after I released myself in her again and fell panting on the bed. I hadn't cum twice in such a short time in a long time. "You did well", I said. She looked at me with red eyes and nodded weakly. Her ass and pussy were full of come and other jucies. I put on my clothes and put 200€ on the side table. Her eyes widened when she the money. She grabbed it quickly. "We should do that again", I said. With the money in her hand she nodded eagerly, my cum dripping out her holes, messing up the bed. "For that money you can do anything to me, with me." "Like I said, good girl." We exchanged numbers and I went home, where my girlfriend was waiting. And she was horny. Oh, what a turn on it is, fucking her, while my dick was still full of the juices of the junkie chick. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.

“Have fun with my toxic load tonight slut. You’re going to regret begging for it.”

After I said "Fuck, you're thicker than my husband." He replied: "No wonder why you're tighter than my wife..." Context: His wife and my husband are good college friends. She was visiting town (with her hubby) and my husband and she went to a show together after we all had dinner. Hubby and I decided to "hung out" at a local bar nearby waiting for their show to end... After a few shots, we hooked up in the bathroom.

Luv this dumb jockbro fag getn so much anon random alpha nut

This is awesome, because too many guys who aren't the perfect ideal of hotness... those a little older, chubs, etc... usually get slim pickings as far as participation most of the time. This really sounds like an awesome event.

I got a room on Tuesday and advertised on all the usual channels - including here and BBRT, though I have yet to have any luck on either site. Once again it was almost exclusively Grindr and Sniffies that got me the loads I was craving. The afternoon started off slow with a guy who couldn't even get hard. It stayed slow for the entire afternoon except for a time when two guys arrived within minutes of each other. They took turns in my hole and pounded me for what seemed an eternity before each dumped his load inside me. Not sure if it was the fact that this is a school vacation week in CT or what, but the weather was beautiful so there was nothing else stopping guys from coming. All in all I was a little disappointed, and when the last 3 guys who committed to coming all bailed I called it quits early so I could enjoy the weather instead of being cooped up in a cheap motel room. All told I got 7 loads - a far cry from the 14 I got last time. And just like last time, 2 of those loads came from one guy who came back as a repeat visitor.

I wear a butt plug to hold the cum in after getting filled with potent DNA.

Please don't, TripA84. Mere curiosity about what the "big deal" is cannot possibly be a good reason to mess with it. And, please stick with the PReP. There ae plenty of guys on here that sit down, write all kinds of stuff about how great it is to be positive, and that's most probably because they tossed their health concerns out the window after reading about fevered daydreams, hearing it from other guys who have tossed their well-being out the window, and literally invited serious health concerns into their lives. It's your decision, of course, but a lot of us are hoping you protect yourself to the fullest extent possible, and still exercise your Lusts to the greatest extent you need to. You still have years of hot sex ahead of you without the deadly potentials. Whatever other issues you're wrestling with, you don't need to invite serious health-issues to sort them out. Please don't. 🥺

260 pages of cock throbbin' goodness.

Part 24: Jay Arrives “Will, I’m poz.” My brain shut down, these three words, while simple, were too difficult for me to process. “You’re what?” “I’m poz,” he said again. “You’re… but… I…” “I know we left everything off a bit… awkward,” he said, cutting me off, “but I don’t want us to break off communication again. It would kill me if we did.” “I don’t want that either,” I told him. “But, Jay…” “I’ll be in your area in a few days, and I want to stop by to talk. I also want to meet your guy.” “My guy,” I said, watching as Domonic walked back into the room, dick swinging low. Some cum from Peter's ass was still on the tip. “Yeah, I think he’d love to meet you.” “I’m ready to meet him, too,” he said. “My hole is ready, too.” “Right, yeah,” I said. “Your hole. Because you’re poz now, so you can.” “Who’s poz?” Domonic asked. “I’ve lost track of the guys we’ve fucked.” “I’ll talk to you later, Jay,” I said, watching as Domonic’s face lit up. “Bye.” I ended the call, my head swimming. “Jay’s poz?” Domonic exclaimed. “Apparently.” “That’s incredible,” he said, a huge smile on his face. “Isn’t it?” “I… don’t know,” I said. “Will, I know you’re angry that he tricked you into fucking him with a broken condom,” Domonic said, “but it sounds like he really wanted this to happen.” “I can’t believe I pozzed him,” I said. I thought of the night we were last together, the fear I had felt once I saw the broken condom and saw Jay's smile. “Now he’s coming here. Shit, is he going to bring his boyfriend?” “He has a boyfriend?” I nodded. “They met in a park. Scratch that. They fucked in a park.” “Fuck, I need to meet your brother,” Dominic said. “Well, it looks like you will,” I told him. “I can’t believe this.” I sat down on the bed, noticing that my cock was hard again, already dripping pre-cum. I’m so perverted, I thought. Admittedly, there was a part of me that wanted to see him again, and a part of that was sexual. Yes, I wanted to fuck him again, and now that he was poz, I didn’t have to worry about pozzing him… because I already did. “Fuck, this is a mess.” “Do you think he pozzed his boyfriend?” Domonic asked, his own cock growing. “Or, maybe, his boyfriend pozzed him and you didn’t.” “Is that possible?” I asked. “Could be,” he said. “You don’t know how long he’s known. It may not have been you who pozzed him. Maybe you only… pushed him where he’s always wanted to go.” “It is something he’d do,” I said. Jay even said that he took risks when it came to sex. That was the reason he tricked me in the first place. “And do you know what we should do?” he asked, leaning over me, pinning me down to the bed, his erection dripping pre-cum down into my pubic hair. “We should be doing what got you pozzed in the first place.” ** I felt sick leading up to Jay’s arrival. I was excited to see him, but everything involving his pozzing made me nervous. While pozzing Pastor Kline had been the goal, a goal we worked hard to score, pozzing Jay had not been. Even Peter was different with his fucking Lewis and Pastor Kline trying to get his son’s dick in his ass. Everything with Jay made things complicated. I looked down at my arm on which a newly tattooed tally mark looked up at me. While neither Domonic nor I checked to see who had truly gifted Pastor Kline, it didn’t matter as I had been the connection between Pastor Kline and the life he had always wanted. His conversion was my doing. “Be proud of this mark,” Domonic had said as soon as he finished the mark. “Be proud of the fucker you’re becoming.” While I liked the fact that Jay wanted to be closer to me, and while sex with him was incredible, I didn’t want my first pozzing to have been him instead of Pastor Kline. It still felt wrong. “Still nervous?” Domonic asked, coming up behind me and kissing me neck, sending chills throughout my body. Domonic had thought it would be fun to surprise Jay naked. While I liked where his mind was going, I had to convince him to meet Jay wearing clothing… at first. “Extremely,” I told him. “After this, I’ll need you to fuck my brains out.” “Happily,” he said. “Maybe Jay will join.” Before I could answer there was a knock at the door, and my stomach turned. I tried to step forward, but I was frozen. “I’ll get it,” Domonic said, kissing me again. Calm down, I repeated to myself, closing my eyes and trying to slow my pounding heart. I heard voices chatting, their increasing volume a countdown. “So, you haven’t been here before?” Domonic asked Jay, a suitcase behind them. “No one in the family has been here,” Jay said. “I’m the first.” “You’re the first in more ways than one,” Domonic joked. Jay smiled, catching my gaze. “Hey, Will.” “Hey, Jay,” I said, stretching out a hand. “Come on, Will,” Jay said, pushing my hand away and hugging me. “You’ve had your dick shoved up my ass. I think we can do better than shake hands.” My dick jumped slightly at the memory. “Feels like you remember,” Jay said with a smirk, his hand squeezing my ass. “I’ve missed you.” “You too,” I said. Jay looked me over and then scanned my apartment. “So, you two living together?” “Not yet,” Domonic said. I gave him a look which clearly said, “What the fuck?” “It’s not that easy,” I told Jay. “Why not?” Jay asked, finding a seat on the couch. “Alan and I have been fucking for only a few weeks, and we’ve been living together almost the entire time.” “Tell us about Alan,” Domonic said, urging me to join them in the living room. “He’s a great guy,” Jay said. “He’s hot. He’s fit. His cock is huge. He’s the type of guy any parent would be horrified to have their kid dating. And, before you ask, no, we aren’t anything serious. We love fucking, and we bring other guys in to fuck with us. We love fucking outdoors, especially if we could get caught. We’re just having fun. I don’t know if it’ll last.” “But you’re poz?” I asked, finding my voice. “You’re sure about that?” “Absolutely,” Jay said. “I was sick and then got tested.” “And what about Alan?” Domonic asked, covering all the questions he knew I needed to know. “Is he poz, too?” “Sure is,” Jay said, winking. “Because of you?” I asked. “Or, was he already poz when you first fucked?” Jay shook his head. “You’re still upset, aren’t you? Will, come on. I said I’m sorry. What I did with the condom was stupid, but I’m not sorry that I did it. I wanted nothing between us, especially a condom. Now you have this fear that you’re the man who pozzed me acting like a barrier between us. Well, there’s no need. We checked. Alan is my gifter, not you. It’s his strain.” “Are you sure?” Domonic asked. “I knew Will would ask,” Jay said. “We checked. My ass belongs to Alan.” “That’s great news,” Domonic said. “Right, Will?” I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as I stood up and jumped on top of Jay, bringing his lips against mine, kissing him deep. All the anxiety I had stored up over the weeks since I’d last seen Jay disappeared, replaced instead with a burning longing to have Jay’s naked body pressed against mine. “Fuck,” Jay said once I let him come up for air. “I’m glad I checked.” “Me too,” I said, a stupid smile stuck to my face. “Should we relocate this welcoming to somewhere more conducive to group fucking?” Domonic asked. “I’d like a crack at your brother as soon as possible.” “I’m game,” Jay said. “Then let’s go,” I said, climbing off him and pulling him back toward my bedroom where Domonic was already opening the door, ready to fuck us both. “Maybe we should invite everyone over,” Domonic said, pulling his shirt and pants off in record time. “How many men are you two fucking?” Jay asked, his clothes also nearly gone. “Several,” Domonic told him. “Working on converting a married man right now. We’re about to include his 18-year-old student.” “If he agrees,” I added. “Oh, he’ll agree,” Jay said, grabbing my pants and pulling them down along with my underwear, my cock springing up to meet his watering mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip, sending chills down my spine. “Fuck, I missed your taste.” “Watching two brothers fuck,” Domonic said, coming around behind me, massaging my shoulders. “There’s nothing hotter.” “Except having you join in,” Jay said, admiring Domonic’s body. “Will, I’ve been desperately waiting for you to fuck me again, but I’m hoping you won’t mind if your boyfriend fucks my ass first?” “Fine by me,” I told him. “I think I’ll find some use of your mouth.” “Fill him up on both ends?” Domonic asked. “Meet in the middle?” “We can try,” I told him. Jay jumped on the bed, his ass hanging out over while leaving enough room for me to be over his head. Jay’s body was just as amazing as I remembered it. As I climbed onto the bed, my hand ran along his muscles, feeling his warm skin. “I’ll go in first,” Domonic said, jerking his cock to life. “Will, I want you to fuck his throat after. I don’t want your dick in his mouth when I shove inside his ass. He’ll bite your cock off.” “Open him up first,” I told Domonic. Domonic inspected Jay’s hole and smiled. “He doesn’t need me to,” he said. “Looks like your brother has been working his hole open pretty well.” “I had to,” Jay said, looking up at me. “I knew I wanted Will’s dick again, and I needed to be ready for him. That, and he said that your cock is a monster.” “A monster ready to ravage,” Domonic said as he started eating Jay’s hole, sending my brother’s body into a quaking fit. I jerked off watching Domonic and Jay, seeing the two men who meant the most to me in the whole world finally together. A jolt shot up through my ass, causing me to jump. I looked down and found Jay’s hand on my ass, his middle finger pushing at my hole. “Mind if I massage your prostate while your boyfriend eats my hole?” Jay asked. "Alan does it to me all the time. It feels great." “Go ahead,” I told him, leaning down and kissing him. Jay stuck his finger into his mouth and wet it, returning it to my hole. Slowly, he pushed it inside, moving around in search of my prostate. “Ready?” Domonic asked, squirting some collected cum from the fridge on his cock. “Shove it in me hard,” Jay growled, looking up at me. “I fucking love this family,” Domonic said, smiling. He grabbed Jay’s legs and lined up his cock, nodding to me. In a swift thrust, he buried the entirety of his length inside Jay, causing my brother’s finger to disappear into my ass, hitting my prostate. My head was thrown back as his finger curled, pushing down, sending powerful waves of pleasure throughout my body. At the same time, Jay’s back lifted off the bed, his face contorted as Domonic’s dick stretched his hole to new widths and lengths. “Fuck,” Domonic cried, watching as we Ryder brothers rode the waves of pleasure shaking our bodies to their very core. “This is going to be fun.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm splitting this chapter in two because it was too long. I'll try to get another chapter up next week, and then I'll need to take a Sunday or two off. For anyone upset that Will isn't the one who pozzed Jay, don't worry...

Great start

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

I want to breed my toxic seed into you!

Well, I just got back from the most intense day I’ve had in a very long time. I can’t even begin to describe how fulfilling; yet naughty this experience has been. If I could take all the feelings and put them into one word or sound, it would be the sounds of a boy getting fucked, not being able to touch his own member – and cumming from the giant dick in his ass. This is how my day has gone, and it was amazing. Let’s start at the beginning – I was born into a . . . just kidding! Unless you’re into that whole “breeder” thing. No, no . . . it all started with a craigslist post that I put up yesterday morning. I usually don’t find much for hot sex on craigslist, but sometimes I get lucky. After posting the ad, I got a few hits from guys – you know, the usual crowd. But after a while, I received an email from a guy that said “Yo, my place is free right now. Come get fucked up that smooth ass. I’m 22, 5’11”, 150lbs. and 8 inches uncut.” (Damn!!) Attached to this email were two pictures. One was of his beautiful black uncut dick. The veins in his cock stuck out like they were yelling “this fucking cock is going to squirt so much black seed inside your tight little hole, you’ll be pregnant by the time I slip back out of your hole!” The only thing the picture left out was just how thick this cock was – it seems thicker and longer when it’s perched against your hole, waiting to penetrate your tight black-cock-virgin ass. The other picture that was attached to the email is one of those pictures that blocks out the persons face with the flash of the camera. However, you can clearly see his tight abs, long black dreadlocks, and a bulge coming out of his shorts that makes other shorts tent. Just looking at those abs, I could tell that they would be strong when pushing that fat cock up inside my body. After seeing the stats and pics that he laid in front of me, I emailed him back with my phone number immediately. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was only thinking about taking that black cock in me as far as it would go. He texted me, and we traded more pictures, a few words, and by the time morning came of the next day, I was ready. I was ready to meet this black man with the giant cock, and we were going to fuck like rabbits until we couldn’t take it anymore. He texted me that morning and said “I’m not alone till ten am, but I’ll fuck you in my garage, the park nearby, the closet in the attic, anywhere you’ll take it.” My reply to this was “I have jungle fever, and you’re keeping my cure captive – I’m coming over for that cure!” He gave me his address, and I headed for my car! He texted me and asked if I was into a rape scenario, and I replied “yes.” At the time, I didn’t realize exactly what that set into motion for me that day. When I showed up at his house, he opened the door for me with his shirt off – his muscles were showing from underneath his thick dreaded hair, and I instantly realized that this was going to be a very important fuck in my career of fucking. He walked into his bedroom without saying a word, and I was unsure what to do. Without even taking my shoes off, I followed him to his bedroom. I noticed there was a movie playing on the television that had a few guys sitting around on couches smoking a bong. “You smoke 420?” he asked me. I shook my head to signal yes, because I was still staring at his rippling muscles and trying to figure out if the movie on the television was going to turn into a porn any minute. I saw that he had pulled out a little pipe and was now packing some green plant into the bowl. He handed it to me, and I took a long deep hit. I felt it fill my lungs, and I immediately started to relax. On the second pass of the pipe, the actors in the movie had started drinking out of bottles of vodka that guys held up to mimic their penises. Not long after, cocks were out of their pants and the “drinkers” were turning quickly into cock suckers. As I was spacing out from the pipe we had just smoked, he had gotten out of his chair and was walking towards me. “Didn’t you know it’s customary when a brother smokes you up, you have to suck his dick?” For a brief second, I was able to see the thickness and length of this mammoth cock. The pictures did absolutely no justice for this stallion of a dick that was presented before me. He thrust his dick near me, and I instinctively opened my mouth, because I intended to pleasure this man’s cock for all it was worth. He was rough inside my throat. I could feel his cock head brushing up against the deepest crevices of my throat, and it felt amazing. I was his slut for the day nobody would be pleasuring him that day, because I was going to make it so fucking good, that he wouldn’t have to think about sex for at least a few days. There was a smell about him that told me he worked hard – he was a man that worked hard for those muscles, and he gave off these pheromones that make you melt when you realize what he has been planning to do to you for the past 24 hours. I was engulfed in a cloud of weed and the wonderful scent of this black man. I tried sucking his dick so deep that I could put my nostrils near his pubes, and I could deeply smell his presence. He held onto the back of my head, pushing my mouth around his cock. He was making me his bitch, and we both could feel it – it’s not something you can control, it just happens. I pulled away from his cock, and he hit me across the face with it. “Put it back in your mouth.” I attempted to suck it as deep as I could, but couldn’t go for too long because it was such a mammoth member. I pulled away again, and this time was thankful to hear him say “lay down on your back!” I wasn’t really expecting him to be so forceful, but it was making us both so hot. “Spit on this dick, because that’s all you’re getting.” I assumed that meant he had no lube, and was going to fuck me only using the spit that I could slather on his cock. I tried my best to get it nice and wet, because I knew how much this cock could hurt me. Usually when I fuck, I like to put my hands on his hips to make sure that he doesn’t hurt me too much. However, this big black man had other plans for my hands. “Get your hands off me, bitch!” I didn’t know what to do at this point. His huge black cock was perched outside my hole and I could feel it pushing at my entrance just waiting to break the seal and push open my tight pucker allowing his entire cock shaft to bury itself inside of me and release its black seed. “Put your hands behind your head. Now.” I had decided that this was getting to be a little too much submission for me, and tried to push his hands away from me. He slammed his cock against my hole until it got stuck because there wasn’t enough spit, grabbed my hands, and shoved them behind my head. He told me to keep my hands there, or he was going to fuck my hole up worse than he already had. I laid there for a minute as he pulled out, mercifully put more spit on his cock, and penetrated my hole right away again. I could feel the penetrating cock pushing deep inside of me, and it was still a bit painful because it was so huge. As I laid here on my back, my legs spread over my head, and my ankles near my ears . . . I thought about the huge cock that was entering me, and how the bond that we were sharing was so erotic and intimate. As he pushed himself deep inside of me, it was like our souls were bonding and creating this relationship that you can only have with someone that you have known for years; yet, we had only known each other for a day. As I was thinking about all of this, another wave of the weed slapped me in the face, and I really started to enjoy what he was dishing out. A slow back and forth movement was really feeling good. “Are you ready for more?” he asked, and I thought that he had been all the way inside already. It turns out that he was only halfway inside, and he wanted to take me all the way down his throbbing rod of love. He pulled out for a second, and I asked him if we could change positions—my leg had started to fall asleep from being over my head. ;-) I turned around and laid on my belly on his bed. I felt him climbing up my body, running his fingers along my skin as he went; but, he didn’t linger, because I felt his cock perch against my puckered ass once again. I tensed up a bit, and realized that he hadn’t put more spit on his cock. It was almost nearly dry – he pushed inside, and it felt like he was pushing inside me with sandpaper on his dick. He spit a bit more down there when I yelped, but not much. As he continued to fuck me despite my pleas, I remembered that I just needed to put my hands behind my head, and it’ll make me relax more. I tried this trick that this hung black man had taught me, and it seemed to work. He kept thrusting in and out of me, and it was really starting to feel good. “Are you ready for more?” I was unaware that he wasn’t balls deep yet, because it felt like he had gone so much deeper. He pushed his hips against my ass, and I could feel that he was as close to me as could get. I was thankful that it wouldn’t be getting any bigger, and took a deep breath to adjust to his sheer size inside my tiny body. “I’ve still got more, are you ready for it?” I couldn’t understand what he was saying, because I felt his hips against my ass, and he was pushing pretty hard. How could I get more if he was already pushing inside me so deep? And then he changed his angle, and pushed his cockhead out of its foreskin while deep inside my body, and penetrated me even farther than I thought I could ever be had. The feeling was so deep inside me, I could hardly tell where my body ended and his began. We were melded together tighter than soldered metal, and there was no way he was letting me escape. As he pushed the entire length of his uncut dick inside my hole, I was lost for words. It felt as though his dick was precumming all over inside my hole, and making it nice and slippery to get some real fucking done. “I want you to cum inside my hole” I felt my words fall from my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. “I know” was his reply, in this smug tone that made me think I shouldn’t want this. However, I was like a piece of meat slammed on a shish kabob, and there was no way I was getting out of here before I was completely grilled to a “very well done”. “We’re going to have to pick up the pace if you want me to cum inside you.” I didn’t reply, and apparently he decided that I was ready to take his cock at faster speeds. I brushed my hands along his sides, and he yelled “don’t fucking touch me!” and slammed my hands back above my head. I tried to keep them there, and relax while he slammed in and out of my body from behind, as I lay there defenseless. I could tell that I was precumming all over the bed underneath me, with all this hot cock penetrating my hole. As he fucked away, it started to feel so great for me, I started moaning. The fucking was so good, the moaning only got louder. “Shut the fuck up, bitch” he hissed at me, and I tried to be quiet. When I started getting loud again, he took his pillow and smothered me with it. He kept right on fucking through this entire thing, and I could feel him slamming inside of me so deeply. All the while, with this pillow over my head, it was getting hot, and I was feeling like a used little bitch who was only there for a big cock. He fucked away like a mad man, and then I felt it. The thickness of this giant cock inside me had started to increase, and push against the outer walls of my insides. Every part of my insides felt like it was being pushed away by this hard cock that was deep inside me. As his cock swelled up, I knew what was cumming. I attempted to move, and he held me still – pushing up deep iniside my hole, and I could feel he was at his maximum size. And then his orgasm hit. It was like someone had turned on a garden hose deep inside my ass, and this cock was gushing out the entire city’s worth of water. With every flex of his cock muscles, I could feel another hot volley of cum splash deep inside my hole. This man had pushed so far deep inside of me, and was now spurting his cum all over my insides, and there was no protection between us at all. The only thing we had between us at that point was complete lust and satisfaction from the tremendous fucking. He laid on top of me with his cock still hard, pushing his cum around deep in my hole. As we lay there fairly motionless, I could feel his cock still twitching a bit. I responded with a little squeeze in my hole, and he made a sweet noise. I assumed he liked it, so I gave him another, and another, and before I knew it, he was gaining length again. “How are we going to get you off?” he asked me, but I said that “I don’t have to get off with a fucking like that – that was good enough for me!” He turned me around onto my back again, and pushed his cock back inside my tight hole. At this point, it was really starting to hurt, so I asked him to go slow. He pushed all the way inside of me, and laid down on my chest and stomach, as though we were stuck like this. And then, he kissed me. I hadn’t realize that he had skipped out on the kissing the entire time we had been playing, and I hadn’t noticed. I was too infatuated with his huge cock, that it didn’t matter until then. But when he kissed me, and his huge black lips met mine, and I could feel his wet mouth against mine, I knew that he really enjoyed our time spent together. We kissed some more, while he pushed his cum around deep inside my hole – just to ensure full breeding had been done. “Do you think I’m pregnant yet?” I asked him, and he replied “not for sure, I think we should do it again just to be safe”. . . TO BE CONTINUED

Lucas text me an hour after I left and told me that was fucking hot, he wanted to do it again. I text him back and told him I agreed it was hot and the three of us should play soon. He immediately text back when? I text him that I am out of town the next five days but how is Friday. We set a time and I told him I wanted to same set up but this time I wanted him in a jock naked and her naked and blindfolded. When I went over I made Lucas unbuckle my pants and pull them down, pulled his head into my underwear and he started to suck my dick thru the fabric while I fondled her breast and then I let his head loose and he pulled down my underwear and my big dick flopped out and hit him in the face and he stated sucking it and I caught him looking up at me this time. Those sweet brown eyes on that boy he was so hungry for my dick he almost forgot about his girl right beside him. I pulled him off my dick and told him to stand up and grabbed his girls head and pushed it into his jock and she sucked his dick which was already leaking. While she did I rubbed his chest and pecks and pinched his nipple and he moaned. I told her she was doing a great job. I reached down and grabbed the fabric of his jock so his boy could get loose and she started to suck his dick. He looked at me as I went back to rubbing his chest and pec and then I leaned in and he did not move and I kissed him. He did not move, we made out for a few minutes and then I pulled off and he started to moan loaded. I put my other hand on his ass and rubbed it and then slipped my hand down and slide it in between those two fat cakes and when I hit his hole and rubbed it and said omg I am getting so close. She seemed to back off and moved my hand to her head and held her on his dick while I rubbed his hole in a circular motion and then without much more movement he came in her mouth. I told her not to swallow as he came and told her to stand up and kiss and share her prize with Lucas. She did I leaned into Lucas and whispered in his ear good boy. I watched as they kissed and cum spilled on Lucas's face. She shared it with him and as they made out and then I told them both to swallow. She was the first to swallow, I could see Lucas was having trouble so I leaned in and rubbed his chest and said swallow boy, He reluctantly did and I immediately went to his girl and make out and I could taste his cum in her mouth. Then I told her to suck my dick and she got down and started to suck my hard leaking dick and I leaned in and kissed Lucas and made out with him and then pushed him down when I was finished so he could watch her suck the dick I knew he wanted in his mouth. He looked pathetic, she was enjoying sucking my big dick and he was being ignored. I waited another five minutes and then told her to get up and guided her to my side and started kissing her and before my tongue was deep inside her he was sucking my dick and working me like he wanted me to cum. I was not even close yet, after he worked my for three to four minutes I picked her up and ate her pussy while he tried to deep throat my dick. I let him work at it for ten minutes before I took her to the bedroom and he follows and I took her first. He stood beside the bed as I lifted his girls legs and slide into her and she started to moan, He walked behind me and watched me slide deep in his girl and stretch her pussy. I asked him if he liked how that looked and he said fuck yea, I asked him if he watched to lick her pussy and he said yes, hell yea. I then asked him what he was waiting for and he did not hesitate to get down under me and lick my dick and her cunt while I fucked away. I pulled out and he caught my dick and sucked me clean and then I slide back in and we did that five or six time and then I shot deep in her pussy. I told him to clean her up and he went after he pussy and started to eat her deep. I got dressed but before I left I came up behind him and as he ass checks were spread and he was on all fours with his face deep in her pussy I licked his little cunt and ate him for three to four minutes and then slapped his ass and as I headed for the door. Once I got to my car I licked my lips and thought fuck that is one hot little cunt on that boy. Can't wait to split that cunt in two.

This dude was still working my dick off an on, never looking up at me or making eye contact when his girlfriend came up for air and he let go of my dick and stopped sucking and licking it but never took his eyes off of my huge thick dick. I could see he was leaking as his brown dick bobbed up and down from excitement, I though she was going to take her blindfold off so I quickly had her stand up and told her to leave her blindfold on and I moved her to my left side and started to fondle her breast and touch her as she moaned. I took my right hand I put on my new boys head and guided him back to my dick and left my hand resting on his head. giving him gentle pressure to take more of my dick in his mouth. Fuck he was a good little cock sucker, I know it was his first time since he was so awkward at it at first but he is definitely getting the hang of it and he was now swallowing more than six inches. I leaned down and kissed her while I grabbed him with more force and shoved his head down on my dick. He resisted at first but then relaxed before I forced too much in him and he choked. He seemed disturbed but I kept kissing her while he regained his composure and went back on my dick. He was really getting the hand of it, I kept looking down to see if he as looking up and finally he did, He looked so hot with my dick deep in his throat. I broke off my kiss with his girl and grabbed her with both hands and lifted her up and started to eat her pussy while he sucked big dick. She had a sweet little cunt and it was going to be full of dick soon. She was making some big noise when I pulled him off my dick and walked her to the bedroom and placed her in the center of the bed and spread her wide and told him to eat her out. He followed instructions and she made some noise but nothing like when I had my tongue deep inside her. I let my dick hit her lips and watched her grab it and start to suck me. I was fucking leaking and soon enough my new buddy got up and started to fuck her. He must have been hot because he shot quickly and then I took his place. She was tight so I knew she had not taken much dick and especially a thick dick like mine. She moaned and make a craze high picked sound and she started to say I was too big when my boy leaned down and kissed her and told her to relax between kissed. I pushed deeper and deeper in her and suddenly she arched her back and came really hard with my dick in her. Fuck that felt amazing. Her spasming all over my cock and tightening and then opening up and then tightening again. She was so wet. It took another 20 minutes for her to take me all and once she was opened up she came two more times and ten minutes later I unloaded in her but as I was shooting I pulled out to creampie her cunt and pulled out and pushed her legs back and as cum was still leaking out of my dick he came over to clean me off and swallowed my dick and her juice and my cum. I redirected him to eat her out again and he cleaned mu cum from her pussy and eat her as I got dressed and I slapped his hot ass and told him I had to go. I though that was more fun that I thought and this dude was hungry as they cum for more dick. I would be balls deep in him soon!

This happened in my early 20's, so the guy was technically my ex Vice Principal. But it was still hot! The town I grew up in was a smallish suburb of a smallish midwestern city. It was the kind of town where everyone sort of knew, or knew of, everyone else. Anyway, I was back visiting my folks from Grad school, but I needed an escape one evening. And by escape, I mean some anonymous sex at the dirty bookstore. This bookstore was NOT in my hometown, but it was in the rougher area of the nearby city. So I made some wxcuse about merting some buddies, hopped in my car and headed down for some cruising. The place was fairly dead when I arrived. Only a few old queens loitering and chatting a bit. I wandered around until I found a gloryhole booth and I made myself comfortable. A few men wandered into the adjacent booth (probably those loitering queens) and I sucked them off. Hey, I was horny and cum hungry, okay? Besides, there wasn't much to choose from. Anyway, it was getting later And I was just about to leave when I hear the door of the next booth open then lock. I squatted down and peeped through the hole. I saw a pair of khakis with a decent bulge. So I did the universal "I'll suck you" sign of rubbing my finger along the hole. Stout a minute later this nice 7.5 inch cock pokes through the hole. It's got a big, dark purple mushroom head, and the thing is so fucking hard that the skin is shiny. I immediately take the head into my mouth and start gently working it with my tongue. Eventually I'm deep throating him and my nose is bumping into a full, ginger bush. I do love Gingers! The guy suddenly pulls out of my mouth and away from the hole. Then I see his finger motion for MY cock. I was really turned on at this point and figured "what the fuck". So I pushed my thick, precum dripping 6.5" cock through the hole. He played with it for awhile with his hands, then suddenly I felt that warm wetness envelop my cock. I hadn't had a good bj in ages and like I said, I was really horny. So it didn't take me long. I thought about pulling out and saving my load for later, but it was feeling good enough that I wanted to cum in this dude's mouth. Plus, I can always make more-- right? I didn't give the dude any warning-- I didn't want him pulling off and jacking me. I just waited until he was nose to pubes and then I shot. And I shot a LOT! I hear a choke/gag noise from the other side of the wall, but the guy did well. He took the load and swallowed. I pulled out and bent down to look through the hole. His cock was still rock hard so I whispered huskily "Now it's your turn." He thrust back through the hole and I started sucking again-- but all the while I wanted that purple headed monster in my ass. So, I got his cock good and slobbery, held onto it and stroked it a bit while I stood up and turned around. I started backing up onto his meat when suddenly it withdraws through the hole again. I'd freaked him out, evidently. So I put my mouth down by the hole and whispered again "Man, I really want your dick in my ass!" I can see he's stroking his dick-- he's thinking about it. I stand up an make a few more motions with my finger through the hole. And about a minute later his dick reappears. I spit in my hand, lube my crack, then slobber on his cock some More. This time, ad I back onto his dick, the head pops through my assring, and my ass slides all the way to the wall. I hear a deep groan from the other side of the wall, and I know he's liking it. I slide forward and back a few times, until I feel his hips start to take up the fuck rhythm. Then I just pressed my ass all the way back to the gloryhole and let him have at it. The thin, plywood wall is creaking and popping with every thrust, and it's all I can do to keep my balance. I press hard on the opposite wall to keep my ass in place while it's getting used. Mr Ginger picks up tempo and incan tell he's getting close. Plus, he starts letting out this, low "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr--aaaahhhHHHHHH!" which crescendos to a full shout. He has his dick buried deep and I feel that purple helmet pulsing in my guts. So fucking hot. I reach back, grab his cumslick dick, slide off him, then quickly dropped to suck his still twitching Cock clean. He pulls slowly back to his side, and I can see him start to put his junk away. And even though I know it's sort of improper etiquette to leave at the same time, I really wanted to see what the stud who bred my ass and swallowed my load looked like. I wait to hear his door open and I opened mine too-- only to find myself face to face with my old, married, high school Vice Principal (and on my parent's bowling team). Fuck. "Mr. VanderKemp," I stuttered. He just looked at me, sort of pale and with a look of horror on his face. I took pity on the guy and said, "Sir- don't worry. I won't tell my parents if YOU won't.". And then I winked at him, patted his crotch, and left the bookstore. I saw Mr Vanderkemp a few more times when I was back in town- but it was always in innocent settings. But that never stopped me from catching his eye and winking at him-- just to watch him blush. ,