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Thie following story is fictitious with a mix of fantasy and a smattering of actual events. It is an elaboration of a story I read years ago but I have personalized it. It combines the passion of two men having passionate sex with the mechanism of the ultimate bonding. I’m on my back in the dirt, my shorts off, my legs up in the air and the black guy I just cruised in the park with the huge dick is pumping my ass like he is possessed. I have no idea if he is poz or not. We never discussed condoms or status and I was just happy that his raw dick is going balls deep into my negative ass. I quickly forgot about the risks when I first saw his penis, as all I thought about was how good it would feel inside me. But tonight is different, as that unbeknownst to me that BBC inside me is going to spew a toxic load into my tender ass and start my conversion. When I first spotted him on the trail I thought he might just be a good-looking guy on the down low looking for a blow job. But after I sucked his cock for a while I stood up and reached over to kiss him. To my surprise he reciprocated with his tongue exploring my mouth as our lips locked passionately. I was soon back on my knees sucking him deeply thinking about how perfect his beautiful 8” fat dick would feel fucking me. As I continued to suck his huge cock, I looked up and asked if he would fuck me. He smiled and nodded yes. I took my shorts off and got on my back on the ground, legs up. I wet my ass with my spit, hit my poppers to relax my hole as he began to open me up. I was still too dry so I sat up and slobbered my mouth over his dick to wet it as much as possible. I laid back down and he began sliding deeper inside me. As he fucked me I was in ecstasy. His dick felt so much a part of me as his fucking became, harder and more intense. I’m not poz yet, but I am now seconds away from infection and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. All the efforts of him ramming his cock into my ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert me has started. His prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begins to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to the mucus membranes in my shit chute. I know the feeling of a cock swelling for orgasm and I can feel it getting bigger inside me as the tube inside his fills with that potentially lethal mix. Every thrust of his cock goes deeper. It doesn’t hurt but the pressure is intense as he penetrates my second hole. I told him how good it felt and how I wanted his nut inside me. His breathing is getting more rapid and he begins groaning with his thrusts deeper and more violent as we both enjoy the feel of his ever more engorged cock. His tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives but they will only die in the dark dank reaches of my queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well, most of them carrying the virus that will soon infect my body. Suddenly he shouts FUCK!, and moves into the next phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start swiftly moving toward his cock head. His jizz is near his hard tapered cockhead and the state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching his glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. He’s groaning louder and kissing me deep as I feel is dick expanding further. His work is nearly done as the tensing of those cock control systems expel the shot with great force, as much as 80 miles per hour. All I know is that I’m enjoying a great fuck and I know this incredibly hot black man is about to explode into my willing ass. The HIV rich semen has been launched and will soon be residing in my ass. Now the filthy load is out of the tip of his cock and free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat and it hits me. The virus is now mine; it is in my ass. I can’t say I actually feel his fluids shooting in me, but I am experiencing a fullness that is overwhelming…His semen is filling me as he continues to spasm and shooting his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole increasing the points of contact giving the virus more opportunities to infect me as wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. The deed is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, and his cock begins to soften. He has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into my ass and then smeared it for maximum effect. Finally, he withdraws, and it is now up to the virus and the receptiveness of my ass. The brutal fucking damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of my ass-cunt and my body is ready to accept its fate. The infection begins. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside me begins offloading its passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in my shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump I take, but the HIV causing virus is very happy as my warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of my rectum make it easy to move in and they begin gathering together, replicating and preparing to wage a war on my immune system. A war they will win. A few months later I will get that test result I was not expecting. But for now, I have no idea that the war was started, all I know is that I’m lying in the dirt, cum in my ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a matter of days until the war has been won and I’m HIV+. I had no clue what has just happened. I have just been pozzed.

Been having a consistent fuck with a top who lives around around where I work. Managed to get off work early today, and he just happened to message me on sniffies about coming over. I went over to his place in my jockstrap to let him have a go at my hole again. We’ve fucked before, but today felt extra intense. Usually my hole is pretty tight but he fucked me so long that my hole adjusted to his thick cock, and he could take it out and slide it back in with no trouble at all. There was one point where he had me on my back, with his entire cock deep in my ass, and he had me going crazy. Seriously there wasn’t one point where I didn’t want him inside of me. I told him to breed my ass and he continued to pound away at me for a few more minutes before finally cumming deep in my ass. He even kept his cock in me, pushing the cum up til I came myself. I left wanting more.

Mark’s teeth bit into my nipple while his hand pushed the big red anal bead into my hole. Pain and pleasure mixed in my head—the booty bump he had given me earlier made me feel like I needed his abuse. I craved this roughness. “I am gonna get real nasty with you,” he said in a low voice in my ear. “Leave your hole open and dripping wet.” At that exact moment I felt the big bead slide in, its coating of crisco smoothing the way, although the rough leather cord holding the beads together always hurt a bit. A sharp cry escaped my mouth, and at first I felt two full—the two big beads stretching my hole too much too fast. But then the feeling changed, as it always seemed to, into one of intense pleasure and I moaned, already craving more. Mark was the man who was training my hole, molding into the shape and size he wanted. We had met on a chat line—one of those now crazy-seeming, pre-internet ways I met guys to hook up with in the late 1990s. His voice had come on the line, a slight hint of Southern-good-old-boy in his voice, I said I was a total bottom, and did he like to use toys? His response was that he loved to use toys on bottom boys. And that he did. I was in my mid-20s then, 5’7”, a bit of a Twink, with dark blonde hair, decent body but no six pack. A flat skinny ass that Daddy loved to shave at the start of our sessions. Right after the first bump and then the series of deep enemas he gave me to get me ready for him. He was probably in his late 40s then, decent body that he didn’t work out. He was trim. Sort of a classic thinner dad bod. Dark brown hair in a conservative cut for his law firm job. Not a lot of body hair to begin with and he kept his cock and balls hairless. To be honest his cock was average, probably 7 inches hard. As a major size queen, it really didn’t turn me on. But Mark did turn me on. I loved how when I arrived at his door, usually late at night high on Tina and X from a night out, he made me strip in his living room and get on my knees and suck his cock. He always smelled of cigarettes and stale sweat and beer. His asshole, which he always demanded I worship during breaks in holeplay, tasted exciting and musty. I loved the feeling of submission I got from worshiping his asshole with my tongue. He bit my nipple again, and I felt him push the third bead against my hole, the rough leather cording hurting a bit. “Take a hit of poppers,” he said, “Let it in,”as he began to push hard. I took a big hit, holding it in and then letting it out in a rush. The third bead slowly began to push in, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me as my mind spun from the poppers. I felt my hole stretched hard, the other two beads shifting, trying to make space for this third one that my sir wanted to put in me. I struggled and moaned, but Mark just continued to press. The third one was always difficult, and sometimes just wouldn’t fit. It was one of the things I loved about Mark, his ability to make me ride the line between pain and pleasure. By this point we had got together maybe three times, but somehow he knew what I craved. He knew I craved the pain of a rough stretch but he never pushed it so hard it actually caused damage. The bead reached its widest point, and Mark gave it a harder push. It wouldn’t go in, but he kept it in position, making my hole accommodate the widest stretch possible. He bit my nipple again. “Open that hole boy,” he growled in my ear, “I want to take you deep.” The problem of the third bead was my inner ring—if it wasn’t stretched to take at least one of the other two beads, then the third one would never go in. His obsession with deep play scared me, to be honest, but on my way to his place in a cab I always vowed to be a good boy, to do what he demanded, to let him take my hole. At this point, my hole was feeling the pain a bit more than the pleasure. The rough leather cord, so exciting a minute before, was starting to hurt. Mark saw the change, and let the third ball pop out. “Keep those other two in boy,” he said, “Let daddy stretch you out.” He lay back to watch the fisting porn playing on the screen in his dimly lit bedroom while reaching for a cigarette. I knew I was expected to keep the balls in, but it was difficult. As I started to whine, Mark said, “Keep them in. In a few second you are going to be begging me for more.” And so I did I was told and kept the big beads inside. As I turned my attention ti the big dildos being used on the muscly bottom on screen, I began to feel the fullness as pleasure, and I put my legs up higher, exposing my hole more directly. It never failed, once I was relaxed and saw what was happening on screen I always begin to crave it again. I knew it was partially the Tina, but it was also me. Mark freed my need for submission, made me want to be hurt, to feel the pain and pleasure of my hole being stretched. “See pig,” Mark smirked, blowing cigarette smoke in my face, “I know just what my boy needs.” “Please sir, “ I begged, “use my hole.” Mark looked cross, and said “Not know, bitch, let me finish my cigarette.” He lay back, lightly stroking his meat, while watching the moaning bottom on screen get railed with a big toy. I lay beside him, fingers now moving around my hole, dipping into its greasy depths a bit. I knew better than to ask again, for if I did, he would slap me hard across the face for not listening, and then he would make me wait for a long time before he used my hole. While I wanted the abuse, I also needed my hole used while I was riding this high. So I kept my mouth shut, knowing I was here to be used in Mark’s way, on Mark’s time. If I wasn’t so honey I would be apprehensive—for when he pulled hard and removed the beads I was going to get quite a ride. It always was, and I always wanted more. I closed my eyes for a second, reveling in the feeling of the beads in my hole. I spread my legs wide, my body saying “fuck me.” And at that moment my master hole stretcher pounced. His teeth bit hard on my nipple as his hand yanked on the cord. There was a moment of equilibrium, when he pulled and the muscles in my ass resisted, but then it happened, the beads began their explosive way out of my ass. The feeling was indescribable, it definitely hurt but strangely it felt wonderful as the rough cord and huge rubber balls made their way out of my anal cavity. He was not being gentle today and just pulled hard until I saw stars and the first bead came out. I moaned loudly, expecting a break, but today there would be no rest—Mark wanted the second bead and my ass would give it. He continued to pull hard until I was panting and morning suddenly felt my insides turn out as the second ball was expelled. I lay back, legs still spread wide and asshole up, panting and feeling the delayed reaction as the nerve signals from my ass reached my head. I closed my eyes, expecting the usual minute of rest, when I felt Mark’s hands at my hole. Suddenly, something long and somewhat thin and ribbed was shoved hard up my hole. My eyes shot open in surprise as I felt the first of the little beads on the dildo enter my second hole. “You will open for me,” Mark said, “I will take you deep” as he pushed the beaded dildo home. By this point, I was gasping, my mind a jumble of pain and pleasure signals. It was the somewhat long, very stiff, pretty thin black beaded dildo he had just shoved in me. And it hurt. “Take a hit of poppers boy,” Mark said, “And get used to that feeling. That part of your hole is mine.” I did as instructed, and in seconds the deep dildo felt great. Now Mark was fucking me with it, gently taking the beaded diodo out of that deep place and putting it back, teaching me to crave attention in that space. He gave me a long final fuck, and shoved it home hard again. A low whine escaped my lips, and as my mouth opened, his tabaco-scented mouth covered mine, his tongue pushing half way down my throat. Only Mark could violate my mouth and ass at the same time and make it feel so right. He lay back and lit another cigarette. When we were partying, he smoked like a fiend. And while I normally didn’t like cigarettes, somehow it was associated with our sleazy sex and through the drug haze, was hot. I started to come down from the poppers and put my legs down. Again, watching the screen where a top was elbow fisting a boy in a sling. “You will get there, pig,” Mark said, as he leaned back, pointing at the screen. We relaxed this way for a bit. Sometimes my hole would throb around the beaded dildo and start to hurt. Then my hole would relax and the deep, deep, craving would come as I watched the fisting on screen. After about 10 minutes Mark reached over and I put my legs up, giving him access to my hole. He began gently fucking me with the beaded dildo again, working especially on that inner ring. He fucked me slow for a few minutes while I did poppers. After my second hit, he pushed the dildo in all the way, paused a moment, and in one hard yank pulled the beaded dildo out of my second hole and all the way out. It was the most pain he had ever caused me and I cried out. My hole was on fire as he had pulled my insides out. I started to whine, “You hurt me.” At that moment his whole hand entered my hole and his fingers began pushing and toying with my second ring. I felt a familiar burn as he deposited a huge booty bump from the inside of his palm. His fingers pushing most of it into my deeper place. Now my hole really was on fire. Within seconds the burning fire was replaced with the beginnings of another fire, that need to have my hole destroyed. He toyed with my inner ring for a minute, pushing one then two fingers in, and then quickly yanked his hand out. I lay back, panting, my body and my mind a jumble. To say I was turned on would be a massive understatement.I I was beginning to feel my world compress. My hole was taking over—it was the largest booty bump I had ever done, and Mark had used it to sooth the pain of the roughest fuck he had ever given me. He leaned back and smirked at me. “Feel good now?” My mind was a jumble, my heart racing, and the pleasure and need kept rising. I didn’t know it, but a booty bump got the Tina into my bloodstream just a fraction less quickly than injecting it. And my daddy had just given me a huge bump. My legs rose and my fingers began playing with my hole. “Want more do you, you little slut? Let’s take a little break while that warms you up for me,” he said, reaching for yet another smoke. “I wanna hear you beg me to fuck your hole.” He leaned back, ignoring me and focusing on the porn, a VHS tape onto which I had copied all of the Director ‘s cuts fisting scenes. I lay there, feeling the need in my hole continue to grow. Daddy had made a statement with that series of pain and pleasure moments. And that statement was that I was in his bed to get fucked deep. My fear of that was evaporating, as his masterful opening of my inner ring—and filling it with something guaranteed to make my inner hole crave it—began to take over. We lay there for a few moments, my desire to be filled growing more and more, and without even thinking, I began to beg. The video ended and the room got darker. I was so lost in my need I moved my head to his cock and began to suck, begging to be fucked. He moved his balls aside, indicating I should serve his asshole. As I did my ass rose as my desire to be used by him became overwhelming. He pulled me up and pushed me down beside me, filling my mouth with his tongue. And then I felt something big beginning to be pushed into my hole. I didn’t know what it was, only that I felt like a big plug, I struggled a bit with it and took a hit of poppers and it slid in. It felt like a plug but wasn’t, there was no base. He lay back and said nothing. I was too lost in the feelings of ecstasy to focus and just kept my hands on my nipples. A few minutes later Mark began to push again. This time what felt like an even bigger plug began to fill my ass. It felt huge and I struggled and panted. I huffed on the poppers and breathed deeply and suddenly my inner ring was stretched and then second plug went in while the first pass into my inner ring. I was know more open, more full, and fucked deeper than I had ever been. I panted and groaned and Mark just bit my nipple. I could have put my hands down to feel the toy, but I was too lost in ecstasy. All I knew was that this toy kept getting bigger. I felt incredibly stretched and full. And hornier than ever. “What is this toy?” I asked. “I thought the giant inflatable toy broke?” “It did,” Mark smirked, “Just enjoy this and you can see the toy when I am done.” I lay back, my mind a jumble of pleasure. The feeling of fullness was so complete, the room was quite dark now without the porn on screen, that I really just did what I needed to do: I enjoyed the feeling. I must have lain there with my legs up and my guts stuffed full for 10 minutes. Mark smoked another cigarette, then finally noticed the porn was off and went to put in another VHS tape. He lay down beside me on the bed and reached over and kissed me. As he did, he took the poppers from my hand. “No poppers now,” he said, “just breathe while I fuck your ass.” His fingers toyed at the entrance to my hole. It was stuffed so full he couldn’t get his fingers in, although he certainly tried. Suddenly, I felt a gentle pressure as he grasped the handle and began to push. I had taken big toys many times before. In fact, I could take a giant-headed dildo all the way deep, much deeper than a fist. But it was nothing like the feeling I felt now. He pushed very slowly and I groaned deep. It felt like he was driving a truck up my ass. Each of my rings began to stretch at the same time—the inner smaller plug going deeper in me than it felt like anything had ever gone, the second bigger plug stretching my second ring wider than it had ever been stretched, and my assring pulled so tight I feared it would pop. “Breathe boy, breathe deep,” he growled, “Let me take your ass and make it mine.” He kept up a slow and steady pressure (he really did now just how hard to push me) and slowly, agonizingly, the toy began it slow entrance. When it got to the widest part he stopped it, holding my each of the rings of my assrings gaping open at the widest point. I grunted. He leaned in an whispered in my ear, “That’s how I fuck my bitch,” and then he pushed it home. The feeling was incredible. I was moaning and panting, literally his bitch in heat. At that moment I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do just to feel that incredible feeling again. Every big cock or big toy that had fucked me before faded away: this was my purpose. To be deep fucked by him. After I lay like this a few minutes, him whispering dirty talk about opening me up and fucking me deep, the feeling changed again. I was no longer too full. I needed more. This time, I actually reached down and felt the toy. It wasn’t all in side of me. After that last plug there was a short length of thick silicone before a wide flat flat and then a rigdged flat handle. My eyes went wide, and he said, “Yes, you have the entire big Manrammer in your pussy. And I see you want more,” he grinned. He reached down and slowly, slowly, pushed it the rest of the way in. He paused and I just begged, “Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Get used to that a second, and then we will see if I can fuck you with it,” he said, reaching again for his cigarettes. I lay there beside him still panting and squirming. After his cigarette was done, he reached down and I felt a burn. He had given me another small booty bump around the edges of the dildo! He started biting my nipples and slowly pushed and pulled on the dildo. It wouldn’t move much. I was begging him to fuck me with it, asking him to use my hole but it would only move a little. Even that felt incredible, but there was no way he was going to get much in and out motion—it was just too deep and too tight. It was my first deep fuck and I should have been proud. I was, but that deep need he had opened in my wanted more. After probably 20 minutes with it buried to the hilt, he gave me the poppers back and very slowly pulled the toy out. My body helped him expel the intruder—and each time the plug got out its widest point he would pause, making me feel the stretch, reminding me that he was the one in control not me. When it was just the final plug inside, he gently fucked my assring with it a few times and then pulled hard and out it popped. I lay there drenched in sweat, panting from the effort. It felt like my asshole had given birth multiple times. My hole hung open, I could feel the cool air of his bedroom, and his fingers toyed with my hole. I expected him to fist me, but instead he just toyed with my asslips, occasionally dipping his fingers inside, each time making me moan. He laid back, light a cigarette, and said, “How’d you like that?”

I was recently in Dallas on a Friday afternoon so I went to CD to see what the action was like. It was fairly busy when I checked in. I quickly got naked and hopped in the hot tub. I was open for topping or bottoming so I really was just going with the flow. I explored the maze and dark room. Got my thick cock sucked a few times, but never found the bottom I wanted, so I switched gears and started chasing cock. I found an otter who was well hung. After some eye contact and cock rubbing I went down on him and got him rock hard. I had taken a cialis, so I was rock hard myself. He led me over to a padded table top and pushed me onto my back and ate my hole while stroking my cock. I suddenly had a crowd watching and I motioned for all the cocks to come over and touch me. Soon I had cocks in both hands and my mouth. My otter friend pushed his cock into me and started slow stroking me. I sucked as many cocks as I could while the otter fucked me. He asked me where I wanted his cum and I mumbled as deep as you can put it. Soon I felt his warmth in my now slick hole. He pulled out and I told him to come let me clean him off with my mouth. His cock was quickly replaced, when I finally stood up I was full of 9 loads and horny for more. I made my way to the fuck bench and mounted it. I stayed there with a towel over my head taking any cock that wanted my hole for nearly three hours. I have no idea how many loads I took. But I had over 20 fucks total. Piggy heaven. I’m heading to Chicago in June and hope to replicate this in some form at Steamworjs.

Earlier this morning I fired a nice big load up the arse of a young Pakistani guy who comes by to get fucked every now and then on his way to work. He's got a really fit arse and he always gives a little grunt as I push my cock up him, then bends forward so that I can fuck him hard - the way he likes it. His girlfriend and family have no idea he takes it up the arse without protection - but it doesn't seem to bother him. Once he's been bred he pulls up his pants and goes off to work at the airport quite happily.

Part 4 As I sank deeper and deeper, inch by inch, into Chad's perfect wet tight 18 year old hole the feelings that took over my body and my mind were unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had no idea until that moment that my cock could feel the kind of rapturous pleasure it was getting. And it was coming in waves of tortuous ecstasy by having my cock in an ass instead of a pussy. And not just any ass – my fuckmeat was fully buried in my own little brother's jock ass! And it had gone balls-deep so easily. This was obviously not the first time my sexy horny little brother had taken cock in his hole. And he had taken it so eagerly and hungrily! My head clearing some, I found my voice and growled darkly, “Oh hot fucking DAMN, Chad!! Your ass..gawd it feels so fucking awesome! I can't believe how fucking great it feels! So tight and warm and wet! I had no idea it could feel so damn good!” Chad gazed into my eyes with a fevered look and his sexy-as-fuck smile covering his face. “Hell yeah big bro! It feels SO good to me too! I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. To stretch open my muscle ass with your fat hard cock. Your raw married cheating cock, big bro.” His filthy words unlocked something deep in my mind and subconscious, something I'd never really thought about before. Something that was about nothing but carnal sexual forbidden pleasure and satisfaction. The fact that it was something I shouldn't be doing just heightened my arousal and urges. I moved my hands to his thighs and began rubbing the smooth skin, feeling the tautness as he held himself still, fully impaled on my steel dick. “Yeah? Do you like feeling your big bro's married cock in your ass little bro? Does it turn you on to know that your brother is cheating on his wife for the first time and that I'm doing it with my own naughty little brother?” My cock throbbed deep inside his sweet ass as I heard myself talking this way. “Oh fuck yeah, big bro! I love it! I love that I'm helping my hung stud big bro cheat. And I can tell you're into it too, aren't you? You want to fuck me and breed me don't you, Lance? You don't want to stop do you?” He squeezed down tight on my cock with his ass muscles and erased all hesitation that I might have been feeling. But I wasn't feeling any. He was right....I wanted to fuck him and shoot my cum inside him. “No way do I want to stop, you nasty fucker. I'm gonna breed you and flood your hole with my babies!” “Yeah, big bro! Fill my ass up with your married baby batter. Incest fuck your own little brother! Please!” Hearing him use the word “incest” should have stopped me. Instead it added to the fiery darkness we were both surrendering to. The fucking began and we went on for over 2 hours before we took a break to catch our breath and drink more beer and smoke more weed. Chad's young ass was filled with 3 huge loads of his big brother's cum. We had stretched out on the bed, making out some, touching each other's body. I was stroking his almost fully hard cock and seeing the precum covering the head I ran my tongue across the slit tasting his juices. I had quickly come to love the taste of my little brother's cum since the first time I sucked his dick and swallowed his load. Licking my lips in an exaggerated way I gave him a playful look. “Your cum tastes so good little brother,” I'd said. “I'm always wanting to suck more out of you.” He flashed a not-so-innocent grin at me and said, “Yeah, big bro. You love eating cum as much as I do.” We both laughed. There was no denying that fact for either of us. His next words seemed to come out of nowhere. “Have you ever eaten your own cum?” I licked another offering of his teen-aged precum off his hardening dick. “Sure,” I answered. “Hasn't every guy?” We laughed again at that and Chad pulled me up so that our faces were only inches apart. “Did you like it, big bro? Cause you know how much I love your cum!” I ran my tongue across his lips and told him that it was okay. “You want some now?” he asked. High and buzzed I wasn't following his meaning and asked if he was saying he was ready to cum another load down my throat. “No, man. Not mine. I mean do you want to eat some of your own cum now.” Confused, I stared at him. “I'd rather taste yours little brother. Besides, I'm not ready just yet to get off again.” With a look in his eyes that told me he was up to something, Chad pulled away from our embrace and turned over on his stomach next to me. He looked over his shoulder at me and said, “You don't have to cum again yet. Eat it out of my hole. There's so much in there from your 3 loads.” I'm not sure what the expression on my face was when he said that but I hesitated, trying to process what he was saying. Eat his ass? I'd never eaten ass before and even as high and horned as I was it didn't sound like anything I'd want to do. He grinned at me in the short silence then reached his hands back and grabbed each of his meaty muscled asscheeks. Pulling them apart he showed me his smooth somewhat puffy asslips and pucker. I moaned softly. “C'mon, Lance,” Chad whispered in a sex-filled voice. “Eat your little brother's ass. Taste your own cum that you put there. If you don't like it, fine. But please big Bro, try it. I love a tongue on and in my hole and I especially want to feel yours.” He spread his cheeks wider and winked his hole at me. Unable to resist I moved into position behind him. With another slight hesitation I lowered my face to my little brother's ass – the ass that was filled with 3 thick loads of his big brother's incest cum – put my hands over his and stretched out my tongue tentatively. I heard Chad's moan of dark satisfaction as we both felt my tongue make contact with his fuckhole. I realized there was no dirty smell or taste and instinctively bore down a little harder with my tongue. “Oh fuck yesssss!”, Chad moaned. “That's it big bro. Eat my ass. Eat your own cum out of your little brother's butt. Tongue-fuck me bro!” It was as if another wall had crumbled in my mind as I tasted my little brother's hole and heard his filthy words of encouragement and need. I pushed harder against his twitching asslips and suddenly was aware of a warm slightly bitter taste. It was my own cum I was tasting! Fucking hot!! From that first taste one more thing was added to the list of the things I wanted to do with my little brother every chance I could. And laying on the bed now in the hotel room as we began celebrating his college graduation I knew I'd be eating more of my cum out of his hole tonight. And he'd be eating his out of mine too! (to be continued)

Men are men. Due to where we (meaning, our ancestors) happened to be born, some of us are pale, some of us aren't, but we're all the same, despite what area of the globe our ancestors came from. We wear differently shaded skin, but underneath the degree of melanin, we're all the very same. There are simpering queens who's ancestors lived south of the Equator, and butch, bull-Cocked men from the same area. There are simpering queens who's ancestors lived north of the Equator with the same variations. We are all men (on this site, gay, and rawfuckers), and the degree of melanin in one's skin is as important as whether we wear a black shirt or a white one. It's just not relevant to our humanity. So what on earth does it matter what color a man's "shirt" is? When all is said and done, we're men that fuck each other, and that's that. Ditch the grievous errors of the past, and embrace the better parts of ourselves. What it boils down to is the fact that the Caucasian Nations industrialized farther and faster than the rest of the world. The constant and pressing need for new sources of raw materials forced these Nations to steal the resources of other areas of the world, and thus began the foul notion that the Caucasian Nations were "supposed" to colonize the world, according to the wishes of their "God". And thus began the pretense of relieving their guilt, since their clerics, dolled up in their long dresses, ruby slippers, fancy hats, insincerities, indulgences, lies, the whole rotted mess, told these Caucasian nations it was God's will. Thus, the force of their more advanced killing power forced the system of Colonization upon equally intelligent, equally productive, equal in every way except industrialization into a lesser status, for the greed and enrichment of those Caucasians. The only possible purpose of said colonization of said non-Caucasian nations is, of course, the rape of their natural resources, which tragically included the subjugated inhabitants themselves. So what possible connection is there to who we fuck, here and now? How do the inhumanities of our ancestors require us to continue this moral rot? Tops: Breed in every Hole you can, and be thrilled to do it, regardless of the amount of melanin in the skin. Bottoms, take every raw Cock and load you can, and thrill to the sensation of the loads being pumped up your gut, regardless of the amount of melanin in it's skin. It's the sharing, the connection, the thrill of sharing wanton sex, Lust-driven sex that's important. But there is hope. The world is changing fast, and the Caucasian nations are only just beginning to reap their whirlwind. Those descendants are only beginning to pay the price for their privilege, centuries too late, but then the piper sometimes takes his time about coming to be paid. The piper always does show up eventually, doesn't (s)he? The "Moral Arc of the Universe"* is excruciatingly long, but there can be no question that it does indeed bend towards Justice. *MLK jr.

Well, I’ve read all 10 (oh, right! Roman numerals, so “X”) chapters of your tale, wtvrfzzz, and I gotta say, I’m quite impressed. You needn’t apologize, as you did at the top of Chapter X. I mean, c’mon! This is basically porno, and you’ve actually produced something here that goes beyond formula. Now…maybe I’m thinking that way because I just read all the chapters in one sitting. And anytime you’re exposed to such a large dose of something, it makes an impression. But I’m sober, so there is that. I know everyone clamors for more chapters, more chapters! to every author (none of whom are, like, getting paid to write this stuff). But really, we know that any of these things could end without notice. It’s the nature of horniness. Well, and self-medication. Plus, it’s hard enough for really good writers to top one chapter with the next one. There are good writers here, sure, but…published? And basically, porn is repetition to begin with. That’s a long wind up to make this point: When I check in to Breeding Zone, I try to keep expectations low. So when I come across multi-part writing like yours, which holds my (sober) interest over the course of 10 chapters…well! I’m not even sure I could attempt that. You’ve entertained us with plenty of variation on the grinding formula (er, also “the formula of grinding”). Also, I know what a challenge it can be to imbue characters with their own distinctive personalities, and then to choreograph them in scenes of intercourse (both forms, sexual and conversational) —but look at you, wtvrfzzz! You’ve done a decent job of both! So I don’t care if you can furnish more chapter until Victor bites the dust, or if this is as good as it gets. I think it’s plenty good! Remember, wherever you leave it, somebody’s always gonna whine for more.

just bred an hour ago. top’s thick cock opened up my hole nicely 🐷

Two weeks ago my top fisted me for 15min. It was amazing. He has found my spot and he makes me orgasm over and over. We filmed it and after 12 minutes I said I need a break. He gets this evil glint in his eye and he says you wanna break as he squeezes my prostate.making ne cun uncontrollably. I scream no and he is pummeling my hole as cum is pissing out of me. Amazing experience

Part 15 Kevin and Ryan were standing on either side of me, both of them stroking their hard shaft and grinning at me. I turned my head from side to side more than once staring at the rigid flesh in their fists, hearing the wet sounds as they used their precum to jack off. They were both longer and thicker than Drew and I didn't know if I could take either one of them. That concern fled from my mind right away as my hunger for their cocks skyrocketed. I knew I could take them and I knew I would. But whose first? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Drew chuckle and begin slowly jacking my meat again. I turned my eyes to look at him. “Hard to decide, isn't it Daddy?” he asked loud enough for all of us to hear. “Yes it is,” I practically panted. “I want both.” Kevin, on my left, laughed. “That'd be hot as fuck buddy to give you both at the same time. But I don't think you're ready for that....yet.” All 3 of my sexy seducers laughed at that and it took my foggy brain a moment to realize Kevin was talking about taking both cocks at once. “Both?!” I gasped in disbelief even as I didn't dismiss the thought immediately. “No way. Is that even possible?” I felt Ryan's fingers on my hard nip and he said, “Oh yeah man. It's possible. And it's fucking fantastic! Maybe you'll find out someday but today it's just one at a time.” I breathed a sigh of relief but still wondered.... “So?” Drew asked as he started making short thrusts into my hole. I looked at him then back at Kevin and Ryan. Then I remembered when we had been watching Drew fuck the other guy on the same table I was laying on now. And how, while we watched them fucking, Ryan had backed his ass onto my stiff cock and fucked himself on it. And, while I was fucking Ryan Kevin was pressed up close behind me and with each outstroke from Ryan's ass I could feel Kevin's slick cockhead pushing against my hole. And how he had whispered in my ear that he wanted to show me what it felt like to get fucked. He wouldn't be the one to show me first. Drew had done that. But..... I reached out my left hand and wrapped it around Kevin's warm flesh. “You. Fuck me next Kevin,” I said feeling his pulse beating in his cock. “Fucking A!” Kevin shouted out and stepped closer allowing me to get a firmer grip on his cock. The cock that was going to give me my second fucking. Kevin looked across the table at Ryan and said, “Sorry kid,”. “No problem. Just means I'll get to fuck him with two loads in his ass instead of just one.” “Oh gawd!” I moaned hearing the dirty talk and growing anxious for more cum in my ass. “Time to switch,” Drew spoke up. “I'm going to pull out slow Daddy. Keep your ass clinched as tight as you can so you can keep as much of my cum in you as possible, ok?” I nodded and felt his meat start to move backwards out of my hole. I moaned deep in my throat as he ignited nerves in my ass that I wasn't aware of before. “I feel so empty,” I almost sobbed. “You won't be empty for long man,” Kevin said in a husky voice and kneeled on the table next to my head. “Here you go Justin. Get it wet for me. Get it wet for your hole.” He pressed the bulbous head onto my lips and I opened wide to take him in. I'd almost forgotten how good his dick and juices had tasted when I'd sucked him earlier. I wanted to taste more and slid my lips further down, both of us moaning. Just as I started to bob on his meat I felt Drew's last bit of cock pull completely out of my ass and heard him say, “Clinch it Daddy! Keep your son's cum in you!” I obeyed immediately and tightened my ass muscles. I didn't want to lose a drop of his load. I groaned as Kevin slid his wet cock from my mouth and moved to replace Drew between my legs. He rested his dickhead against my twitching asslips. “Nice job, man,” he said. “Looks like you didn't let any of his cum out.” I was pleased with myself hearing that. I knew all three men were impressed. “Are you ready, Justin? Are you ready for more cock and cum in your cheating married ass?” “Yes!” I cried out. “Please! Give me your cock. Breed my daddy ass with your cum!” Kevin grabbed my ankles and with an intense look said, “I'm going to you hot fucker! Gonna give you everything!”, and then I felt his cock moving into me. Only the second cock ever and I was already wanting more. (more on the way)

Chapter 2: Flight I finished pushing the plunger to the end of the syringe, and I look up as my brother closes his eyes in anticipation. His face looks so peaceful, like he’s basking in the anticipation of this calm before the storm. Which reminds me: I have only seconds left to finish up. I grab a cotton swab, place it over the puncture spot, and slide the needle out moments before the shock hits his lungs. His eyes switch from closed and peaceful to bugged-out and euphoric. He gasps from the sensations coursing through his body, and that triggers the coughing spasms. Each of his coughs hits me, too, because his ass is wrapped around my dick. He clenches with each wave, gripping me tighter. But the constriction doesn’t last. After his last convulsion, it’s like his entire body goes limp as he rides the rush. His hole softens its grip on my cock, and I swear starts pulling me deeper into him. The reaction is that quick. But because he’s suddenly loosening up, a bit of the cum he’d been holding inside leaks out, making the entrance to his hole slick with a surprise coating of cum. He must feel it, too, because a moan escapes his lips, and he starts grinding his hips into me, sliding still deeper onto my rock-hard pole. Once he starts moving, my dick hits different places inside him, and that lights up all his brain’s pleasure centers. A rapid-fire sequence of expressions fly across his face as he tries to process just how incredible he feels riding his big brother’s thick cock. And that’s when a switch flips in his brain and the desperation kicks in. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! Ugh. Fuck me. Mmm. I want you to fuck my brains out. Please, bro. Pound my boy hole and gimme your grown-up seed. Fuck I need you to fill me up, bro.” I chuckle a bit. It’s funny hearing him beg me to do the one thing I want to do more than anything else right now. “Oh, I will, buddy. Don’t you worry.” He runs his hands through his hair and then holds them behind his head as he rocks back and forth on my dick. He looks incredibly sexy grinding himself into me like this. And from the look on his face, he feels incredibly sexy, too. He’s angling himself to direct my cock different places inside his guts, running the head of it across his prostate. I can tell he’s already on another planet, being controlled only by what his prostate feels and his ass craves. I prepare myself for the incessant pleas for “more” he’ll start muttering in a few minutes. I’ll have fun stretching him open tonight. But until then, he’s totally going to town on his own. I’m impressed by his newfound energy and enthusiasm with how hard and fast he keeps pounding his ass down to my pubes. I guess they call that stuff “speed” for a reason, huh? I lean back and put my hands behind my head, reveling in the sight of this gorgeous boy pleasuring himself with my body. He’s doing all the work right now, lost in the combined trances of self-stimulation and a drug-induced high. I’m enjoying the hell out of this show while it lasts because I know full well in a few minutes my dick will no longer be thick enough to satisfy his need. When this kid gets high, he becomes an über-bottom, trying to fit everything and anything inside him. For now, though, my cock rules his world. He keeps slamming his ass down onto my pelvis like there’s nothing he’d rather do with his life. And that reminds me. I need to follow through on his plans. I figure he could go like the Energizer bunny, so I gently grab hold of his thighs to get his attention and add stability. He slows down his frantic pace a bit, looking more disoriented than disturbed. “Hey, kiddo. Let’s get you on your back, okay? Hop over to the couch.” And just like that, the kid dismounts, stands up, walks over to the couch, drops down onto it, flips over onto his back, scoots his ass to the edge of the cushion, pulls his ankles back to his ears, and starts fingering his hole—all before I can stand up from the recliner. “Goddamn, dude. You’re in heat.” His eyes glaze over and partially close for a second. “Fuck me,” he mumbles. “I’ll be right there. Hang on.” I grab the unused point, give it a quick shake to make sure it’s all still dissolved, and let my boner lead me right back to his sloppy hole. His hole, I now see, that is frothy with churned-up cum that he’s now mindlessly fingering back into his hole. “Goddamn, that’s fucking hot.” He just whimpers. His concentration is all focused on his hole, not my voice. I climb up onto the couch, putting one foot on either side of him. I use my legs to pin his down, folding him in half and really stretching his quads. Damn, this kid is limber. He doesn’t even resist. I do a squat and point my dick right at his face. I don’t even have to say a word; a second later, my dick is halfway to his throat, and he’s nursing on it for all he’s worth. “That’s right, bitch. Get it wet. You don’t want me shoving my thick cock into you dry. Lube me up, you little slut.” He must like when talk to him like that because I notice one of his hands reaches down to start stroking his dick while the other reaches up to help stabilize mine while he takes in a breath. “Yessir,” he says, diving right back onto my dick, shamelessly making wet, sloppy noises to show he understands. He really has gotten better at sucking dick. I have to remember to thank his teammates the next time I see them. Maybe I’ll go to their next home meet or something. Anyway, I see a wet dick and a frothy hole before me, and it’s time I get down to business. “Good boy,” I say. He takes his cue and comes up for air, panting a bit — probably more from his heart racing than from the blowjob, but it’s still hot. I put my hands on his legs to hold them in place while I step down from the couch. His hands are already fingering his hole again by the time I’m standing up again. It’s so hot to see him desperate like this. It’s clear he’s a natural cumdump, and the slam just brought out the best in him. Which reminds me: It’s time I brought out the beast in me. “Alright, you sexy, needy bottom. You ready to get pounded?” “Please…” Leaning forward, I rest my knees on the edge of the couch and align the head of my dick with the entrance of his hole. I nudge the knuckles of his groping hands, interrupting their exploration of his sphincter. But his fingers don’t move out of the way. Instead, they spring into action to assist. One hand grabs hold of my cock, stroking it and guiding it toward his eager hole. The other hand grabs one side of his hole and pries open his ass lips, widening the target and helping me slide inside without resistance. I noticed that he didn’t immediately remove his fingers once my cock slid past. This kid’s already stretching open. Good. That’ll help him get through the onslaught he’s about to experience. I steadily slide the entire length of my cock all the way inside him. He exhales, relaxes, and goes back to jerking his own cock. “Yeah, that’s it. Right where you want it. It’s like your hole was made for my dick. It’s like we’ve been training your hole to take your big brother’s cock for years. It fits so perfectly now. You’re such a good fucking bottom for your brother.” “Yeah, fuck me, bro.” I shove my cock hard into him. He grunts. “Fuck me.” I slam my dick in, making a loud smack against his ass cheeks. “Harder, sir. Please fuck me harder.” I grab hold of his knees and lean my weight into his legs, folding him flat in half. I bear down on him, shoving my dick in as hard and as rapidly as I can, drilling him like a pile-driver. He starts making enthusiastic sounds of pleasure, but they’re choppy from the sudden impacts. “Ye-e-e-e-e-e-es, ple-ease fuck. me. bro.” I drill him like that for a few more minutes, really loosening up his ass and churning up the cum collected in his guts. I eventually slow down a bit, and just to fuck with him, I put my dick only halfway in and stop. As I expected, he starts squirming, nearly writhing on the couch, trying to figure out how to get the rest of me inside him. After getting used to feeling my full length invading his insides, this must make him feel incomplete. “What’s wrong, buddy? Need something?” A grunt. “What’s that? What do you need?” “More.” “More what, buddy?” He struggles to talk while he’s trying to gain leverage and traction on the couch. “More…uh…cock…uh…fuck…me…deep.” “You want more?” “More…” “I think you’re ready for beast mode.” He freezes. A memory tries to fight through his brain fog to tell his sex drive to chill for a second. It’s fun to watch the struggle play across his face. While he’s partially confused, he’s at least stopped squirming, so I reach over and pick up the point I’m going to use. A glimmer of recognition crosses his face. He hasn’t completely pieced it together just yet, but he’s almost there. His eyes follow the point as I bring it up in front of me for a quick inspection. Yep, all looks good. “Well, boy? You wanna feel the beast come out? You wanna feel me tear up your hole? Want me to fly with you? You said you wanted me to slam while I fuck you. I’m ready. Are you?” The pieces all click into place, and he registers what’s about to happen. His face fills with a combination of wonder, surprise, and elation. “Fuck yeah. Do it. Slam yourself, bro. Fuck your rush into me. Tear me up. Fucking do it. I’m ready.” As if to emphasize his point, he reaches down and spreads his ass cheeks apart a bit wider. I feel the release of pressure on my cock, and I swear I feel a bit of extra moisture. Damn, maybe he’s still leaking loads from earlier. Fuck yeah. I decide to reward him a bit for his eagerness, so I slide the rest of my cock into him, bottoming out on my pubes. He sighs with relief, but his hands stay down there, continuing to spread his hole wide for me. “Alight, boy. I think you’ve earned it. Here ya go.” His eyes do the closest thing to concentrating he’s able to do in his current state. He stares wide-eyed as I pump my fist a couple times, then stretch my arm out down and to the side, ensuring he can see what I’m doing. I find a good vein and line up the needle. “Do it, bro. Fucking slam it.” He’s so fun when he acts all big and shit. I feel a pinch as the metal pierces my skin. It slides smoothly in, just a bit. I pull back on the plunger and see the flash of red, confirming my aim. That makes my brother start jerking harder, and I feel a bit more shaking coming up through my cock buried inside his hole. I look at my brother’s face. He’s transfixed by the sight of his idol with a drug-filled needle in hand, ready to take a leap and join him in a rush of pleasure. “Here it comes, buddy. Blast-off.” And as I slowly push the plunger down, I keep my eyes locked on his face. His wonder and admiration can’t be contained. He’s utterly entranced. I feel the plunger stop and know I’ve hit bottom. I pull out the point, cap it, and set it down. I quickly put a swab on the drop of blood forming and lift my hands above my head and lock my gaze with my brother’s just in time. The rush hits while we stare into each other’s eyes. His are already huge black pools, and I swear I feel mine open up right as the urge to cough hits me. I stifle it, mostly to impress him because he can’t help it and always has to cough. (Hey, I have to maintain my dominance somehow, right?) And then I feel the rush spread through the rest of my body and right down into my cock, which I bury deeper into him as a let out a grunt that turns into a growl. The beast is loose.

I actually love tons of foreplay ahead of the fucking. Don't really have one "thing", but a couple of my favourites: Kissing: And I mean really GOOD kissing...varied intensity and techniques. If it's too one-note for too long, then it just feels like sucking on a wet sponge after a while. Armpits: I LOVE burying my face in a guys pits and sniffing his fresh musk. It's a big plus if the guy comes straight from the gym or something like that. Blowjobs: This is my gift (no pun intended) to my prospective topper. Sit back, and let me worship your cock - show you how much I want it.

Gloryhole Loads for My Boy Chapter 1. When we first met, we fucked safe. Even with a condom on, my boy would make me pull out to cum, in the rubber, just in case. He was downright prudish. I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he confessed that he fantasized about taking raw cock, even from POZ men. His fantasies scared him, but as he told me more, I kept getting more and more hard. After his confession didn’t scare me off, he started talking while I fucked him, begging for me to cum in him. He’d go so far to plead for me to breed his pussy. During a particularly hot session, I pulled out to catch my breath, and he ripped the condom off and guided my raw cock into his hole for the first time. It was so hot, I only lasted a few more strokes before filling him with my load. He just grinned at me. After that, we never used condoms again. I asked him if he liked taking loads, and he just sheepishly smiled. I told him that I’d be happy to cum in him whenever he’d let me. That kept us satisfied for a few weeks. I’d rail him and then ask where he wanted my load, and he’d beg for it, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside him. I never pulled out to cum on his hole and push it back in. He wanted cum deep inside. I regularly watched his hole cling to my dick as I pulled out. His hole would wink and then start to leak a trickle of my cum. The sight of his freshly bred hole kept me hard. My boy saw how excited his cummy hole made me, and he jerked me back to full hardness and guided me back into him. I loved watching my own cum squelch around my cock as I slid back and forth. He was loving how sloppy and slippery our fuck was. He gasped, ‘Yeah, use that cum. Lube your dick with that cum!’ That got me going and I came deeply inside. When I pulled out a second time, he fingered his hole and worked two fingers in. I jerked him off with one hand and added two fingers to his hole. He was more cummy and looser than he’d ever been before, and we both loved it. He came all over his chest and I gooped it up and pressed it into his open pussy. My boy looked up at me and asked if I thought less of him for being so slutty. I told him how much it turned me on to see his used fucked-out hole. He suggested we do this again in a few hours, and we did! I came twice, again, and he came once, and all three loads went into his ass. Followed by four slimy fingers. We repeated the feat every few days for the next few weeks. By that time, even with a cummy hole full of fingers, I could sense his cunt wanting more. After playing with his hole for a bit after a verbal naughty session, I reached into his bedside table, where I knew he kept a dildo. His hole was so gooey that I was able to slip it right in. My boy squealed with delight. He slid two fingers in alongside that rubber cock and I worked his dick until he shot again. We collapsed into a cummy sweaty mess and slept hard. To be continued... Note: This will be a six-chapter story. And yes, they're all written. It's filthy. I'll post a new chapter ever couple of days. This is dedicated to a certain piggy guy, who deserves a piggy man to help him on his journey. We all deserve that.

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.

This is so hot but if you were my boy you’d have gotten a booty bump and a point and lasted a couple hours

Enamas! Had a guy give me many enamas in his basement by the drain. On all fours in the dirty floor just my head and chest laid on a rubber mat. He had a stand with a bunch of bags hanging on it with different tips. Had milk,coffee, wine and soapy enemas. Then a few did know what the hell was in them got me all buzzed badly i almost passed out. I think after all of them i got at least a few hours of enemas as he was dressed naked with a rubber smock on. It was a fun night

Possibly "gifted virgin" by losolent

Two loads

BlackDude said 'A lot of these other cultures are the antithesis of masculinity. Allowing yourself to be colonized, gentrified and genocided at the mere presence of whiteness is beta at best, and suicidal at worst. Many of these cultures didn't have a choice in the matter, not by any means. I think it's easy from today's perspective to look back at our ancestors and say 'oh boy, were they dumb/weak/beta' or what ever adjective you may want to attach to their situations, and laugh and shake your head. In the 19th Century, the height of colonialism, many Western colonial powers colluded with each other to sell outdated and useless munitions to local kingdoms and empires all over the world which were no match for the automatic machine gun. It was one way of dumping useless arms to trusting foreigners, who, until then were operating under the notion that the British hated the French, the French hated the Germans and everyone else feared the Russians. The Qing government only gave up Hong Kong to the British after the signing of the Treaty of Nanking, in 1841, as its navy had been blown to bits, all because the Brits wanted to continue importing opium to the kingdom, which had seen a striking rise in addiction and deaths. It wasn't the mere presence of whiteness that caused minorities to fall to our knees. Nope. It's the fact that war after war had been fought, and huge numbers of people were decimated. Do not for a second think that the Chinese, Indians or local Native Canadians have forgotten what had been done. In fact, the Chinese government called the Treaty of Nanking the start of a century of humiliation. The same thing in India, where several treasures were openly robbed by colonial powers, starting with the British East India Company, which was a private interest, and ended up eventually representing the Crown until its dissolution in 1799. Same with the VOC in Java and many of the island nations that eventually made up Indonesia. Nobody has forgotten. "There has been studies which have show how many Latin, Arab and Asian men identify as white. Not to mention the anecdotal stories of these other men in the gay community genuflecting at the mere sight of a white man." Receipts please? Which studies? In fact, we are told precisely the opposite. Growing up in our cultures, for about two centuries, we have had it rammed down our noses that we are anything but European. White skin, we've been told, is prized because we've been told that European culture is the epitome of civilisation, beauty and elegance. Somehow, foreign cultures aren't good enough because they're foreign. I don't know anyone who's a minority who sees himself as white. We are keenly aware how we are not white. "submission of one’s culture is no more masculine." We see the resurgence of Black power, Asian nationalism, Caribbean nations breaking ties with the UK to become republics, and self-determination since about the 1940s. Indian nationalists boycotted British made goods since the 1920s, and eventually, refused to cooperate with the colonial powers. It is no longer the case that people look at European-made goods and services as the height of sophistication, because it isn't. South American countries have seen the rise of Native politicians being voted into office. This is the submission of one's own culture?

Part 3 Knowing that me and Chad would be meeting up tonight I hadn't cum for a little over a week. So when I emptied my balls down my little brother's throat within minutes of him walking into the hotel room, he got a huge thick load of his big bro's cum. He hummed in satisfaction as I bucked my hips against his face and fed him rope after rope after rope of the DNA we shared. He swallowed and gulped down every single drop of that first load of the night. Just like he had done four years earlier when he had milked his first load ever from my cock. Once we were both sure that he had gotten everything my nuts contained we quickly got naked and moved to the bed, making out passionately. The sexy fucker had swallowed every bit of my jizz but I was still able to taste my seed on his lips and tongue as we explored each other's mouths. It kept me hard and horned up knowing that I was tasting my own juices in his mouth. The same way we would both always taste our own load when we ate each other out after fucking and breeding each other! We both loved sucking our own cum out of the hole we had just cum in! I knew I'd always remember the time that my little brother had introduced me to the erotic pleasure of eating my own cum from his ass. It was the same night I had first fucked his ass (or any ass for that matter since his was my first). It was barely three months after his high school graduation party we had had together. We had hooked up a number of times since that night always enjoying oral play with each other. (Yeah, it didn't take long after Chad sucked me off that first time before he had convinced me to suck his teen-aged cock. I quickly became an eager cocksucker for him! hehe) But we hadn't done anything besides oral until 3 months later. We were naked and high on weed and booze at our parents' house. They were gone for a couple of days and Chad had the whole place to himself. We couldn't wait to have some wicked fun in their house, knowing how twisted and “wrong” it would be. We had just finished off our second joint and Chad was stretching his throat once again with my hard thick cock. He pulled his lips off and began stroking the spit-slick flesh with his fist. Looking up at me from between my legs he said, “Damn big bro your cock is so fucking big! I love it.” “Yeah little brother?,” I'd answered. “You like your big bro's fat cock don't you? You like it buried in your throat, huh?” “Hell yeah I do!”, he said. Then after a quick pause he said in a lusty seductive voice, “I can imagine how good it feels to Jess when her cunt is getting stretched wide with it,” and he smirked as he licked up a drop of precum from the wide piss-slit. I gave him a crooked smile and said, “Are you jealous, little brother?” “Yes!”, he answered immediately. “I want to feel what your wife feels, Lance. Fuck me, big bro! Slide your married dick inside your little brother's ass and fuck me until you cum in me!” I couldn't find my voice right away. This came from nowhere. We had never talked about doing anything more than oral. But my throbbing cock in his hand and the hunger on my face gave him and me the answer. I was too high and horny at that moment to think whether I could or should do it. Nothing was going to be able to stop me from fucking my own little brother...in our parents' house.....with my married dick! With me still laying on my back like I was when he'd been sucking me, Chad quickly moved from kneeling between my legs to straddling my waist. His weed-glazed eyes were filled with a look of wild need as he ran his hands across my hairy abs and up to my furry pecs. He lightly flicked both of my nips causing a low moan to escape my lips. “Tell me, big bro. Tell me what you want to do with your little brother. What you want to do TO him.” Letting myself give in to the sensual thoughts spilling into my head I began stroking his hard 7.5” cock and said, “What you just asked me to do little bro. I'm gonna give you what you want.” He slightly adjusted himself on me so that my slick cockhead moved into his asscrack. “Say it, Lance,” he answered. “I want to hear you say it big bro. Say the words you fucking stud!” He moved one hand behind him grabbing my cock and pushing it harder into the crevice of his muscled jock butt. “I'm gonna fuck you, little brother!”, looking at the readiness all over his face. “I'm going to bury every damn inch of my fat brother-cock inside your per*vy hole and fuck you until you scream. I'm gonna fuck the cum out of your dick and fuck my cum deep inside you!” Chad whispered, “Please!” then guided my cock to his hairless pucker and started sliding down the shaft, greedy to be filled with his big brother's raw flesh. (to be continued)

Part 2 Getting up off the bed I headed toward the door and reached down to rearrange the obvious hardon in my pants. I laughed at myself, thinking, Why bother? We both know why we're here tonight. Although, I told myself as I reached the door, there's some things Chad doesn't know about tonight...yet. That quick thought made my erect cock ooze precum from the head as I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to let Chad come in. He was standing there wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts, flip flops and his sexy fucking smile. I drew in a quick breath seeing his smooth sculpted defined pecs, his hard dark nips, and his washboard abs. He was fucking beautiful and he knew it too! I grabbed him by his wrist pulling him inside the room and slamming the door closed behind him. A second later I had him pressed against the door pushing my tongue inside his mouth, both of us moaning in need and lust. I had one of my hands rubbing over his meaty pecs and playing with his nips and my other hand down the back of his shorts and kneading his muscled jock ass. Both of his hands had immediately gone to my crotch when we started to kiss and he now already had my pants down around my feet and his hands stroking my cock and caressing my balls. He pulled back from my lips and as he dropped to his knees he said in a husky whisper, “I gotta suck your cock, Lance!” He slid his mouth down the first 5 inches of my fat cock and I moaned feeling the pleasure his mouth has given me so many times the past four years since that first night. I put my hands on the back of his head and looked down, seeing his eyes looking up at me as his mouth moved further down my shaft, his lips stretching wider as he reached the widest part of my dick. “Damn, little bro! I love seeing the way your lips stretch like that around my cock. It looks so fucking hot and perfect! Here bro, let me help you get past the thickest part there.” Saying that I applied pressure to the back of his head with my hands feeding him more of his big bro's cock knowing he wanted every inch filling his mouth and edging into his throat. Chad was a hungry and eager cocksucker. There was never any gagging from him, only growls of pleasure and need. He moved his hands to my asscheeks, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth as I pulled his head closer to my dark pubes. Working toward the same goal it only took another moment before his lips were pressing against the hair of my crotch and my full nuts were pressing against his chin. He began using his throat muscles to stroke and squeeze the shaft buried in his throat. This was a talent he had shown me early on in our sex together and it was such an awesome sensation. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. “Ah fuck yeah little bro! Suck your big bro's cock. Keep doing it man and I won't be able to hold off. You're gonna make me cum down your throat bro.” Chad's hands tightened on my asscheeks and a muffled moan let me know that's what he wanted. “Yeah you hot cocksucker! Take it little bro! Take every damn drop of your bro's married cum! Here it cums, oh gawd yeah man, take it all! Ugghhhh, ugghhh!” My cock erupted in Chad's throat sending ropes straight down into his stomach. I pulled my spewing cock slowly backwards so I'd be sure to cover his tongue and give him a taste of his big bro's hot jizz. I knew the night was just getting started for both of us and it was going to get better and hotter! (to be continued)

This would be laughable if it weren't so pathetically sad. Honey, if you look at American and western European culture and can't find any examples of "male masculinity" being promoted, you're spending too much time in the drag department. Or navel-gazing.

Chapter 2 I was going crazy sucking his cock. His precum tasted so good I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. He was moaning so I figured I was doing a good job and if I got him off down my throat he wouldn’t actually fuck me. After a few minutes he tapped my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. I whimpered. “Damn boy you’re a good cock sucker. Any longer and I’d be blasting my load down your throat. Can’t have that happening now can we.” He pulled me up so we were standing face to face. He leaned down and started kissing me. “Mmm son there is no doubt you have a very talented mouth. How about we see if your ass is just as good. You’ve got way too many clothes on boy strip.” Without even thinking I started taking my clothes off. I wanted to please him so bad. I took my pants off and was left standing in a just a jock. “Damn son I didn’t expect that from you.” “Sorry daddy, I was planning on checking out the park over in the next town today. I heard rumors that it was a great place to meet guys and I was hoping to suck some cock so I cleaned out just in case. Then mom waylaid my plans and had me come help you.” Oh fuck I was rambling and couldn’t shut up. I did that when I was nervous. He started chuckling. “Nothing to apologize for son. You look hot in that jock. Leave it on, you won’t be using your dick today anyway. Now turn around and bend over and let daddy take a look at your ass.” I did as instructed and could hear him growling behind him. “Damn boy I’m going to enjoy destroying that ass! Come with me let’s move this to the bedroom. Get on the bed on all fours.” I did as he instructed. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny before. Suddenly I felt his hands on my ass and his finger lightly circling my hole. I let out a moan. Next thing I knew his tongue was licking me. “Holy shit” I screamed out. “You like that boy?” “Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop please that feels so good.” He dove back in and was really eating my ass out. I was moaning and panting so hard. Soon he removed his tongue and replaced it with a finger opening me up more. “Damn you’re tight son. When was the last time you were fucked?” “Couple of years Sir.” “Damn! Why so long? Your boy pussy is begging to be used.” “I know I’m a bottom sir but it just never really felt good and hurt so much and they weren’t even as big as you daddy.” “Did they use condoms boy?” “Yes sir, always fucked safe sir.” “Hmm I think that’s the problem son. True bottoms NEVER make their tops use condoms.” “What about catching something?” “You’re negative right son? Are you on prep?” “Yes I’m neg. I was on prep a few years ago but stopped last year since I wasn’t really getting fucked.” “Mmm son you just made daddy’s dick get even harder. Do you trust me son?” “Of course daddy.” I moaned again as he now had three fingers inside me. “Have you ever had a poz cock inside your boy?” “No of course not daddy.” “See son I have a theory about you. I knew the second I saw you this morning that you were a nasty pig. You just hadn’t found the right man to show you your true nature. Bottom pigs like you son should take any load offered them and NEVER question the top. Now answer me honestly son, why’d you stop taking prep?” I was going crazy. I couldn’t think straight his fingers felt so amazing in my ass. He was totally breaking down my last barriers. “Because I secretly wanted a poz daddy to make me his boy but was too afraid to admit it sir,” I screamed out. Holy shit had I really just said that out loud. I’d never admitted that to anyone before. “Good boy I’m so proud of you! Now you have a choice son. I can remove my fingers from your ass and you can get dressed, leave and never come back or you can beg your daddy to stick his toxic cock deep inside your boy pussy and set you free. What’s it going to be boy?”

My boy and I were finally getting back into shape. We were spending an hour at the gym together nearly every day. We ran to the gym every day, and walked home. My boy was always horned up after a workout. We had been known to put on a bit of a show in the lockerroom showers on occasion after working up a sweat. I’m sure one or two guys stuck around when they saw us finishing up to watch our escapades. One day last week, we were fooling around in the showers when we saw a guy across the stalls from us. We’d never seen him before, and he made quite an impression. Over 6’-0” tall with a buzz cut and stubble, bulging wide shoulders and furry chest. As my boy knelt down to blow me, I watched as he started fisting his big cock. I maintained eye contact with him as my boy gobbled my dick. When he had me close, I pulled my boy up and swiveled him around so he could see our new friend. I knelt down and swallowed my boy’s cock. Our new friend blew his load as my boy came in my mouth. We winked at each other as we rinsed off and headed back to the lockers to get dressed. My boy was clearly flirting with this guy as we all got dressed and introduced ourselves. The guy told us his name was Dave, and shook hands with us. We all headed out together and walked in the same direction. Along the way, he asked if we wanted to stop for a beer, so we did. Three or four beers later, my boy and I were lit, but Dave didn’t seem to be feeling a thing. He was getting touchy-feely with us both, and I’m pretty sure he managed to slip his hand down the back of my boy’s shorts at least twice. Small talk led to racy sex talk, and he asked if he could come home with us and fool around. My boy looked at me with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading to let us keep him. It wasn’t difficult for me to agree, and we were on our way. The flirting continued as we approached our building. Once in our elevator, Dave grabbed my boy by the ass and lifted him off the floor as he hardcore shoved his tongue in his mouth. My boy was putty and melted into him. I let Dave carry by boy down the hallway as I unlocked our apartment door and led them in. My boy was in heat as he stripped Dave’s clothes off, and knelt before him, taking his thick cock deep down his throat. “You boys play raw,” he asked me as my boy gobbled his dick. “We do,” I replied as I stripped my own clothes off. I was honest. My boy and I did play raw, together, but we hadn’t screwed around with someone else in quite some time, and when we had, we had played safe. “Where’s the bedroom?,” he asked, as he stood my boy up and scooped him into his arms. My boy was making out with Dave as I led them to the bedroom. Once there, my boy bent over the edge of the mattress, arching his back and sticking his ass out. Dave started munching his hole as I dove into the bedside table looking for lube and condoms. I knew this guy was going to fuck one or both of us. I found some lube, even though my boy and I usually just used spit, but couldn’t find any condoms; after all, it had been a while since we needed them. When my boy yelped, I knew I hadn’t been fast enough. Dave reared back and had shoved his raw cock into my boy’s ass. I gasped with surprise as Dave looked as me and smirked. “What? You said you played raw.” He was right, but I hadn’t meant that we played raw with strangers. My boy moaned with pleasure as he felt Dave’s hairy balls press against his ass, filling him full of raw thick dick. “Don’t make him stop fucking me! It feels SO good to have a big dick in me!” My boy was right; Dave must have been at least two inches longer than me, and much thicker. He kept moaning and whimpering as Dave jackhammered his pussy. Dave motioned to me to shut my boy up, so I got onto the mattress and stuck my dick in his mouth. Just as my boy gagged on my dick, Dave slowed his pistoning and jammed balls deep. I figured it was to let my boy get used to blowing while getting fucked. I realized later that he was breeding my boy. As I held my boy’s head and skull-fucked his mouth, Dave pulled out of his ass. “You want some of this raw dick, boy?” I shuddered when he called me boy. I couldn’t help but pull out of my boy’s mouth and assume the position. Dave had two fingers shoved in my boy’s well-fucked ass as he guided his dick into mine. Nothing to lube me up, just my boy’s ass juices, and what I later realized was Dave’s seed. Dave shoved his cock all the way into me as my boy started kissing me. He was still whimpering from the deep fingering he was taking. I groaned as Dave bottomed out and began to tear up my hole. “This boy is loose, can barely feel a thing” Dave chuckled. I knew I wasn’t that loose, especially taking his thick tool, but he took his sticky fingers out of my boy’s hole and wedged them into mine, alongside his meat. My boy climbed up on the bed and shoved his ass against my mouth. I lapped up a sticky mess leaking out of his ass, and realized that they hadn’t used lube. The taste was intoxicating as I swallowed it down. Dave picked up his fuck-pace and then held tight against me. I felt so opened up as he moved his fingers around his dick inside my hole. “You want a go now,” Dave asked my boy. He squealed with delight as Dave tossed me onto the bed on my side. My boy lay down beside me and slid into my slackened hole. He began to fuck me, and I could tell how much Dave’s dick and fingers had loosened me up. As he found his pace, Dave slid into him again and the three of us rocked back and forth. Dave talked dirty, muttering about what cumsluts we both were and how we deserved whatever came our way. The dirty talk was sending my boy over the moon and he bred me as deeply as he ever had. When he was done, I wiggled away from them and squatted over my boy’s mouth. He ate his seed, and what we later learned was Dave’s, from my ass. Dave made no pretense this time, and wailed, “I’m gonna breed you, cumdump! Gonna fill you with my load!” He fired off as he shuddered at least six times, seeding my boy’s bare hole. He pulled out and had my boy sit on my face. I lapped that cum up and knew it tasted the same as the last time I had lapped my boy’s hole. I was still busy eating my boy’s hole when Dave got off the bed and left the room. We caught our breath and made it back to the living room just as Dave was finishing pulling on his clothes. My boy was in lust with this guy and pleaded, “Will we see you again?” Dave snickered and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a black business card with red writing on it. “You want me, my dick, and my loads again, you know where to find me.” He flicked the card at my boy and left. We read it together. “POZ PIGS FOR POZ PLAY. EVERY FRIDAY. MIDNIGHT UNTIL SUNRISE” followed by and address and a phone number. I was shocked as I realized that Dave was POZ and had seeded us both. My boy on the other hand ran down the hallway after Dave shouting, “But we can’t go. We’re both NEG!” My boy caught up with Dave as the elevator door opened. I heard Dave reply as they stepped in the elevator, “You USED to be NEG…” My boy got in the elevator with him, half-naked and the door closed behind them. I stood still for what seemed like minutes, and collected my thoughts. Then, I wondered where my boy had gone. Nearly twenty minutes later he returned. I asked him where he had gone. “Dave was still horny. He pushed the emergency button and bred me again in the elevator. Want to eat his POZ seed out of me again?” I laid down on the floor as my boy squatted over my face and pushed out Dave’s most-recent load. I guess I knew where we would be headed on Friday nights from now on…

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental damage, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English / American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

I usually start my sessions out by cleaning out and then taking an edible. Then out come the butt plugs. I sit on the floor of my living room and gradually increase the sizes of my butt plugs while I stroke and watch cum dump porn. I usually have a hard time taking the biggest one I have but then I take a couple hits of poppers and I am good to go. I get insatiable, I keep stretching my hole more and more until I can take my butt plug without any hesitation. Then the edible hits and I take a couple more hits out of the bottle and I am spinning and a deep need for loads and to be used takes over. I put on my jock strap and head to steam works. After waiting in a long line I finally get a room. It was busy. I go to the back where the glory hope maze is and I get on my knees in front of one and wait…. No luck. I take a stroll and notice I am getting lots of looks. So I head back to the glory hole area and wait outside one of the booths. Clearly the guys wanted to know who they were playing with but I didn’t care. I see a dick pop through the glory hole and I immediately take it in my mouth and suck it real good and I stroke myself off. I feel this strange man thrusting into my mouth and it’s clear he wants to fuck. I turn around and push my hole onto his cock and take a hit and I am in ecstasy. He thrust for a few minutes till I head a moan over the loud music playing. He cums in me. I leave the area and head to my room. At this point the edible is hitting hard so I decide to go lay face down ass up in my room with the door open. guy comes in and pushes into me. I’m so high I barely feel it but he was huge. I lay there just getting used until he cums in me and leaves. it’s not enough for me, I put on my blind fold I brought from home and get back in position. another guy comes up and feels up my ass. Fingers graze my hole but he leaves. Then I feel another man minutes later licking my cummy hole. He stands up and enters me. He fucks me for a long time before he cums and thanks me. I take off my blind fold hoping for a break between men but this Asian guy walking into my room and closes the door quickly. I am on my back now and just quickly spread my legs and he enters my hole which at this point is ridiculously wet. He thrusts for so long (probably because he can’t feel much, since I was so used up) but finally he pounds harder and faster and I keep going in and out of consciousness with every hit it take until he cums. it was so hot I needed more. I leave my room and go to the back play area and suck a bunch of dicks that didn’t fuck me. I go back to the glory holes and suck a guy off and he fucks ne and cums in my hole. Then a guy joins me in a booth ( I usually hate this since the booths are small) this guy was large but I don’t care because I let anyone cum in me. He pounds me for so long I start to actually get over it, but being the good cum dump that I am I just keep taking hits and taking the pounding. We were standing so it wasn’t easy but finally he welps and blows his load. even though I feel like I reached my limit. I was starting to gain momentum so I just kept taking hits and started totally spinning out that I don’t even remember how but I needed up bent over a bench and two guys fucked me. 1 came the other did not. at one point though they were spot roasting me which was hot. I enter a complete new head space and my hole seems to give up resisting me. I go cruise the rooms for more and the bald old ugly daddy is stroking and I go into his room. I completely space our while he fucks me with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I barely feel it with my poppered up hole now. He cums in me and I leave and head to my room. I lay down and after about an hour I get another guy and he puts on a condom, I tell him to leave. He’s dissatisfied but obliges. Then I get another old Asian man who’d never normally have a chance with me and I suck him off before he pumps twice in me and blows his load. I head to the back again and start stroking in a dark hallway of rooms in front of the play area. Some ugly old daddy sees me and approaches me. I turn my back to him bend over slightly and spread my cheeks. He feels my sloppy wet hole and gets grossed out and goes away. I stay in the position a little longer and I feel another guy come up and eat me out, another bottoms trying to suck the loads out of me. I pull away. He leaves but another man starts to pinch my nipples turns me around and fucks me. He pounds me hard but I barely feel it.. he cums. I go to the sling and wait, about 20 minutes pass and nothing, I head over to the benches and a guy grabs my ass, I immediately grab his hard cock and position it to my ass and he obliterates his load in me after pumping and whispering about how used and sloppy my hole is. I leave and cruise the rooms but I am loosing stamina badly. I see this guy who I know for sure will breed me but looks a little cracked out, he comes behind me and fucks me for a bit before I pull away ( I don’t like crack heads) I don’t let him cum. I walk the rooms more and I see a big fat belly daddy stroking. His dick is tiny and he’s fat and older, never would ever have a chance but today I wanted his load. He wants to use a condom and I refuse and surprising he listens and fucks me raw and keeps asking me if I’m clean. I keep saying yes which I am and I am on prep but he must know I have about 12 loads in me now and it’s his risk. He cums and as he pulls out while I’m bent over his bed, my hole is gaping open and some of the loads I’ve been collecting fall out of me onto the floor. He looks concerned but I leave. I go to my room and debate whether it’s time to leave. The poppers aren’t really hitting any more and the edible wore off. I see a guy stroking and I invite him in. I suck him off and he fucks me but doesn’t seem like he’s gonna be able to cum. (I hate this) he still wants to fuck me but I am over it since he can’t give a load. I let him fuck me a bit longer but then ask him to leave. I gather my things and head home. Still want more cock but I’m exhausted. I get on sniffies and talk to a faceless guy, I tell him to come over and fuck me anon, surprisingly he agrees and I get face down ass up on my bed at home. He fucks me for longer than I’d like but eventually breeds me. I get back on sniffies and nothing. Everyone is asleep by now. I try Grindr and start chatting with some white guy. He lives close. I tell him about my loads and he wants to come churn them. After he gets to my place I put a blind fold on and feel for his body. His dick is already out. It huge, I suck him for a short amount of time before he pushes me off and says “alight now let me churn them loads “ I lay on my back and spread my legs. He pushes into me and at this point I am so used and wet that his giant dick feels like the tiniest pressure and nothing more. He moans and says “ holy fuck you’re so wet. I can’t even believe it” he asked how many loads I have in me. I say “14” he says “that’s so hot” and he thrusts harder into me. He says “ I’ve never seen you on Grindr before are you new here?” I say “yes” and he says “wow, I’m glad there is a cum dump in the area now” he keeps fucking me and I am loving this one. My hole is so wet I can totally feel it. He’s loving it, finally he cums in my. I love it so much. He pull out. He asks how often I do this and I say about once a month. He wants to know what my max load count is in a day and I say today was my max. he gets up and gets dressed and asks if he can fuck my another time and I say “yeah whenever and ur friends too , if you ever want a courtesy bottom at a party I’ll do that too” he smiles and says “that’s amazing” and says good bye and leaves I try to get more guys online but it’s like 3 am now. I fall asleep with a pussy full of loads and regret that decision in the morning. I spend the next day laying in bed resting my sore legs and hole and watch tv all day before finally jerking off and shooting a load so high it gets in my eye. I shower and go to bed.. can’t wait to do it again

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

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Last year i was logging and my account was disabled. I created a new account different email and my posts were gone.

My name is Thomas. I live in Davie, Florida. I am 5’ 8”, 145 pounds with pale white skin, green eyes and brown hair. The only hair on my body is on my head as I shaved everywhere else. A When I turned 18, and I told myself that I was going to use my birthday to lose my virginity, as I was still a virgin. I knew for some time that I was gay. I watched gay porn all the time and was particularly turned on by poz porn. I promised myself that for my first time that I wanted to be fucked by poz cock. As luck would have it , parents decided to get me a car for my 18th birthday. So that night, after everyone went to sleep I posted an add on Craigslist stating that it was my 18th birthday and that I wanted to get pozzed as my gift to myself. Within 20 minutes of posting my add I had 10 replies. I responded to each and asked if they were on or off meds. All, but 3 of them were on meds. So I decided to tell the other 7 they were out of the running and focused on the 3. The stats for the 3 were the first guy was black, 62, 6’ 4”, 250 pounds, bald with and 10” cock, the second guy was Hispanic, 33, 5’ 5”, 145 pounds, with curly hair and a 6” cock and the last guy was white, 5’ 9” 45 pounds, with a 6” cock. I decided that if I was going to lose my virginity and get pozzed I was going to go big so I told that black guy that he was the lucky winner. His name was Donte, and lived in Miramar Florida about a 20 minute drive from me. Donte asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said I was and then he gave me his address. I quietly snuck out of my house and headed to lose my virginity. About 25 minutes after I left my house, I pulled up donte’s house which was in a not so good neighborhood. I was super nervous but I knew that I wanted this and turned off my car and walked up to the door and knocked. Donte quickly answered the door with only a towel on. He let my in and guided me to the bedroom which was dark with only light being fat porn on mute on the tv and the only sound being techno music being played from an IHome speaker. I quickly undressed and laid on the bed. Donte dropped his towel showing off his big black cock which was 6” soft. Donte then laid on top of me and we started to make out. After a while Donte asked me if I was sure about this as once he stuck his cock in me he wasn’t pulling out that that his sperm was super potent and that I would get poz pregnant. I would him this is want I want and that I wanted him to impregnate me. With that Donte rolled over on the bed and told me to suck his cock. I tried my best to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, but it was just to big. That’s when Donte got off the bed and pulled my head over the edge of the bed, stood over me and started to face fucked me until I kept gagging on his cock. I could feel his cock get further and further down my throat as my gag reflexes seemed to give up. After what felt like 30 minutes of constant face fucking I finally was able to get all of dontes cock down my throat. My face was covered in pre cum and saliva, as his balls slapoed against my face. donte said that his cock was now ready to convert me. And he had me center myself on the bed, as he got on the bed. He then pulled my legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock to my boy pussy. I could feel the precum and saliva on my face begin to harden. Making it hard to open my eyes. Donte then came in for a long deep kiss and told me this was it. I won’t be leaving until I was impregnated. That’s when he rammed his cock in me. I tried to yell in pain, but he covered my mouth with his. Tears rolled down my face. It hurt so much. It felt like a baseball bat was in me. I was whimpering when he took his mouth off of mine, and he said I was no longer a virgin and that he was only half way. That’s when he took his whole cock out of me leaving me feeling empty. donte then rammed his cock in me again. I felt full inside and I could feel his cock in my stomach. I could see a bulge in my tummy from his cock. I could feel my ass muscles giving in as it tried to tighten and push dontes cock out, to no avail. Each penetration of dontes cock in me the tightening and pushing out of my boy pussy got weaker and weaker. Donte rammed his cock in me 5 or 6 times until I felt his balls against me. Donte then left his cock in me, until my ass finally stopped pulsating around his cock. That’s when he said I was finally open and went to town and long stroking his cock in and out of me. The sound of his balks clapping against my ass, and his and my grunting filled the room. After about 15 minutes of being dicked down the pain went away and pleasure took over. I started moaning loud and told Donte to fuck me harder and to breed me. Donte told me he was close to cumming and looked down at me starring me in the eyes. With our eyes locked Donte let out a loud yell, that’s when I felt his cock go deeper in me then before and his cock start to pulsate in me. I felt my insides get warm. After about 12 pulsates from dontes cock, Donte fell on top of me and said your now pregnant with my baby. We both fell asleep. A few hours later we woke up. Donte said are you ready for round two, as he had morning wood. I felt super sore but was also horny and said yes. That when Donte trapped lube from the top of his bedside dresser and rubber it on his cock and on my boy pussy. He told me that he wanted me to ride his cock. So I did my best to get up and lined my hole up to his cock. I then slowly lowered myself down. That’s when Donte grabbed my hip and pulled them down and raised his hips. Impaling me on his cock. I let out a loud moan. And went limp. Donte let his hips fall to the bed as he held my hips as to keep me impaled. After a minute or two of me just sitting there I started to move my hips, as the pain went away and the pleasure took over. that’s when my phone rang. It was my dad. Donte told me to answer the phone. I did as I was told. My dad asked me where I was and I told him in the best way I could trying to hold back moans that I had left to go to the gym. My dad told me to have a good work out and hung up. Donte laughed and said how would my dad feel knowing his white son was impaled on a old big poz black cock and was going to be pregnant with a poz black baby. My mind was gone at this point and I said I didn’t care and for Donte to cum in me and to give me his poz baby. after what felt like an hour of fucking Donte said are you ready for baby number 2, and grabbed my hips as he let out a load moan. I felt his cock pulsate in me as I could feel his cum fill my insides again. I then fell back in the bed, exhausted, covered in sweat and dontes cock leave my now ruined whole. After laying on the bed for a bit I rolled off the bed and got dressed. Donte told me to let him know when I got morning sickness and a positive pregnancy test. I told him I would as I left his house with my body being sore and my ass filled with cum. When I got to my house I took a shower and went on with my day. Donte and I fucked multiple times over the next month and then I got sick. I got the worst flu in my life. I told Donte this over the phone. He laughed and said it’s poz morning sickness, and to go and get a poz pregnancy test. I did as I was told and took a test. As luck would have it, it came back positive. I was indeed pregnant with a poz black baby. I was 18 and pregnant with a 62 year olds baby.

As he was pushing his cock in my ass: "I've not had a twink come up and ask me for a load since I started wasting."

I got one, I loved this story its about this kid just turned 18 that day and went to a bath house this latino guy comes in and is tipped off about the virgin ... ends up converting him then they fall in love . thought I had it book marked but no such luck.

I just shot a load... and still dripping pre-cum! Thank you

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Looking me straight in the eyes…”yeah baby push that bussy out for that big black cock, take a snif baby hold it in..” As his buddy rams me from behind and I struggle to suck his cock…. He feeds me poppers and holds one of my nostrils and keep me loose.. looks at his buddy,”how’s that raw loose Asian pussy on your dick… feel good, fuck him up!” God love the attention

I'm hard as a rock after reading that!

"Wow, I left you loose and wrecked for the next guy."

Seeing this thread only today due to its yesterday’s update And I've been on this platform only since last year or so... I never saw this post before. Obviously the one who started this thread isn’t on this platform anymore, and the scene in India has changed radically from 2015 to today anyways. My $.50 of piece of Info as an Indian (grew up and living in Germany, but pretty much connected to India in general and with some members of the LGBTQ scene there). Mind you, my details are no claim to completeness, and based on my personal experiences and impressions. India is not only big, but also confusingly diverse, it always depends on which places you wanna visit if you wanna fuck bare in the first place and wanna experience culture as a side, or if you are into culture, landscapes, people etc. in the first place and wanna fuck bare on the go. Some rough and ready rules: Major cities have a lively queer scene and venues to meet other people. Especially Mumbai, New Delhi, Bangalore and Hyderabad. For bare fucking, start there. In major cities, as stated above, you can explore similar venues, like bars, clubs, parties, nightlife as we know it from Western cities. In terms of locality, those are the best places to start going for bare fucks. Traveling to India during pride parades in major cities would enhance the chances. Dating apps most popular, as far as I know, are Tinder, Grindr, Romeo. Meeting up with men to get a dick or a hole isn’t that much of a problem at these places, especially if you stick to official venues labelled as LGBTQ oriented events. Outside of such venues or apart from such events, sticking to the mentioned dating apps are the better option. In general, you will always find someone in major cities. If you offer your hotel room to host, you’re a good catch, since many men live with their families and are less expected to host. Apart from that, your hotel room is your personal safe space. Rural areas: to cut it short: forget it. In detail: The more you head into rural villages, for example, if you want to explore the landscapes or the core culture apart from fucking, the more conservative and medeival-minded become the people. At such places, if you are a queer Indian, you are toasted. If you visit such places as a foreign tourist, local people would generally show you the respect for the sake of hospitality, but will manage to somehow keep you away, despising your “lifestyle”. You are best advised at rural areas to keep it for yourself if you’re traveling e.g. with your same-sex spouse and present yourself as best friends instead, let alone, if one main intention is to fuck. It’s not impossible to meet gay men there who would be willing to have sex, but making contacts on a sexual level in rural areas is tough, and a long way to go. You would meet gay men anywhere, but in a village not everyone would reveal themselves, only after a looooong way of getting acquainted. In rural places, men have a lot to lose if they are revealed as gay in the village where everyone knows everyone and wouldn’t risk much to get caught in the act. Still, never say never… with dating apps, you can try your luck. Cruising areas: to cut it short: don’t you dare! I'm serious. In detail: There are well-known cruising places in each major city as well, but personally, I wouldn’t advise checking them. Mostly those are the same places where other “outlaws” of the society (at least what are considered outlaws in India) frequent as well, just like street prostitutes, drug dealers, paid henchmen or contract killers, human trafficking … i know, it sounds like a joke or like adapted from a Tarantino movie. India is a country where corruption is part of daily agenda all throughout executive and political forces. All these mentioned “services” are often supported, protected, or even used by those, who are actually supposed to fight them. It has been a long tradition of cruising gay men to hit exactly these law-free spaces where you don’t look any more conspicuous than any other “outlaws”. But - it’s a difference if you go there as an Indian gay man or as a visible foreigner, a.k.a. white colored person. The latter is more expected to be rich, and to be a good prey to be robbed, or to be forced to claim any of the above “services” to make him pay. If something happens to you, perpetrators rely on any investigations ending up nowhere since foreign tourists can only rely on official support in case of any emergency or legal problems - which can again be “adjusted” by corrupt forces. In terms of physical or legal trouble, you are pretty much on your own. An Indian man, no matter how much he gets himself into trouble, is mostly backed by a family or a whole family clan and has less to lose. A tourist is in a more vulnerable position at these places. My experience at one cruising spot: two street prostitutes forced themselves on me, and didn’t accept my claim that I was gay and that I was looking for guys and not girls, they still didn’t let go off me. Their pimps interfered, and still demanded me to pay them something, since “I had talked to those girls and wasted their time to find other clients”. There was no point in discussing with them that their girls forced themselves on me first and that I wasn’t interested in talking to them in the first place. (It’s ironic, being in a country where coming out as gay is still a matter of risk for various reasons, I thought exclaiming out loud “I’m gay!” in public would save my life…). The point is: you cannot complain anywhere or seek help in such a situation. The question will always be directed back to you, what the hell you were doing at such places. I was just glad that the whole situation hasn’t gone any worse than that. I paid him something and learned my lesson and went home. Discussing more would only have made that pimp call his henchmen to make me pay. (And if anyone wants to know, I fucked the next day with an online hook up.) I therefore would strongly warn of going to cruising places. Bare fucking can never be worth the excitement to risk your life. Except you wanna go full Tarantino in real life. A place that I would definitely recommend to visit and to be safe and enjoy giving and taking loads is Goa. There’s still pretty much a Portuguese vibe descending from colonialism, but more to notice a carefree and liberal lifestyle in the general mentality, as a legacy of that region being a former major hippie stronghold. And Goa is one of the few places I know of where the beaches are not only Paradise-like lovely, but also pretty much safe-spaces to go cruising. Goa serves you Sex on the beach on various levels. Just keep in mind that nowhere in India there is any clothing optional place, it is illegal in Goa as well. So make sure you find a cosy place where you won’t be seen that easily. A word regarding STIs: only rely on yourself, how you deal with it, no matter how. Never rely on someone else in India that e.g. he would know his status. Some examples of gay men that you would come across are like: The out and open gay man who got himself informed about STIs and gets himself tested and knows his status. The closeted gay man who frequently has gay sex, and a) got himself informed secretly through social media about STIs and gets himself tested and knows his status. b) doesn’t care, cause he still thinks of himself as a an exemplary family father nurturing his family and fulfilling his traditional duties, no matter how many guys he fucks or gets fucked by casually, and thus believes that divine providence would never punish him with diseases… (yes, some really believe that) and doesn’t know his status. c) doesn’t get himself tested out of fear, if anyone would come to know and would start asking the wrong questions and doesn’t know his status. The uneducated closeted gay man who has never ever even heard of STIs … and doesn’t know his status. My native place is Kochi, in the state of Kerala, South India, major city with a very lively and active queer scene, but more in the context of arts, culture, and literature, and less or very few with bars or clubbing. There are even queer friendly bars, but every bar would close at 10pm at the latest. There is hardly any nightlife in the sense of “dance the night away”. Nevertheless, Kochi with its queer scene, pride, parades and events is also a place to meet various guys, but also here online dating is your best friend. (And Kochi has a cruising area where female street prostitutes force themselves on you and are backed by greedy pimps…) Dating apps are in India less an option to meet new people or to fuck, but in many cases more a necessity. Homosexuality is no crime by law anymore, but many still face resentments in society. The majority of gay men are still closeted and live a double life. Even if there are sex-starved closeted gay men who can’t help thinking of sex the whole long day, and are insanely pissed off and done fucking their wives’ pussies, many would still rather reject the chance for a fuck any otherwise out of fear than risking a societal downfall. If you meet someone online, you can normally count on men who are ready and have made up their mind to go for it, come hell or high water. Less drama. I’m honest, and let’s face it: looking for a bare fuck in a country like India is a challenge, but it is not impossible. It’s in many ways different. Since India is in every context full of extreme opposites and contrasts, it is likewise the case with looking for hook ups. It’s easy in major cities, although you always have to keep in mind every gay man or trans person has an issue in one way or another with his societal background and that needs to be taken seriously while interacting with them. They will communicate how freely they can behave. That’s why official venues or meetings in major cities for queer people are always the most liberated and best places to start. Anywhere else, it is either almost impossible or risky on various levels to look for hook ups. It is always wise to have someone there, who knows the places, the people, the cultural differences and could assist you to guide around there and help you meet the right people to fuck and who would warn you before you do something risky without knowing - which is of course impossible if you are a tourist and do not know anyone there beforehand. One idea would be to check dating apps and check profiles of the people there in the long run before travelling to get an impression what kind of people are there, who'd be open for giving or receiving bare loads, and make contacts in advance. (Which I often do). If you have met someone, removed pants and did your business, things get easy afterwards. Many gay men know other gay men and support each other, and may be happy to introduce you to their network. It’s pretty much comparable to the secret societies of gay men decades or centuries ago in Europe, or generally in the west. In the past, once when I was on holiday visiting my family there, my relatives there had hired a car driver and they offered me to let him drive me around whenever I had to travel there. The driver and me became friends soon, and he entrusted me that he was gay, but living in secrecy, and yes, we fucked, and afterwards he introduced me to other secret gay men that he was friends with - yes, we fucked, too - and that made things easier. A note to the behaviour of straight men in India: I’ve heard from many tourists how confused they were, when they saw straight men in India walking down the street holding hands, or hugging, or being very touchy in general. It’s never a definite indication that they could be gay. Misunderstanding that and trying to approach them for a gay encounter can often make them feel offended. It’s just the way straight men in India act with each other showing buddy affection. (You can bet that I always have a hard time there handling my lust while I’m being touched the whole day by every Tom Dick and Harry…). In terms of queer rights, India is changing very fast. Many activists make many major changes while many politicians come up with new limits. Everything what I have written here are my experiences and impressions from the past years, but any of these aspects may will have changed completely tomorrow. I’m aware that very much of this doesn’t exactly sound inviting if you plan a vacation in India, and definitely wanna fuck bare. As I said, it’s easy in major cities, and the other point is: it is a chance to explore your own sexuality in a completely different surrounding, especially in a country like India. I tell you: it is fucking different, and worth a try. I grew up in Germany and would consider myself more western, and I have an out and open and liberated relation to my sexuality. But each time when I’m in India, I cannot exactly point the finger at what it is… I’m horny as fuck to the core like a dog in heat, in a way I don’t know from my normal daily life that takes me myself by surprise each time I’m there. Maybe it’s the humid weather that makes your whole body sweaty all the time and makes it feel totally different and strange and makes yourself feel all new. Maybe it’s knowing that looking for a hook up is a different challenge than at home and adds an extra spice of excitement. Maybe it’s the food which of its many spices are healthy for libido. Maybe it’s the men there, who act and behave in a completely different way than we know from home, which attracts us on a whole new level and makes us curious and horny in a way we have not felt before. All I can say is, each time when I’m in India, I feel a whole new level of my sex drive, I think of sex way more than at home (and mind you, I’ve never been to India for holidays. There was never any relaxed holiday vibe for me, as I was busy with various stressful engagements every day during my stay there, the same way as if I would go to work in Germany). The way men look at you in a totally different way than I was used to, kept me horny throughout. Life in India is in many ways harder than I have experienced in Germany, which forces men there to be more aggressive, not because they’re rude, but they had to learn the hard way to get things done (I had my share of that as well. I was often very thankful for my life in Germany where I could manage many comparable situations like in India much easier). The effect is: you sense their wildness… and that starts to make me hot for them the moment each time I land there and set my foot on an Indian airport. (At some Indian airports there’s also security check after landing and each time I’m even hoping for undergoing a physical search…). Indian men fuck or let themselves get fucked differently, at least many of them. Sometimes you can really tell they fuck like there’s no tomorrow, because literally they don’t know if they’ll ever be able to fuck again before giving in to traditional rules. For many of them, it is not a matter of course to have gay sex. You can sense sometimes they’re having the time of their lives and you can’t help getting captured by their excitement. And - I could sense the horniness among many men. It’s the aspect of India being a country of extreme contrasts. The more sexuality becomes a [banned word], the hornier the people become. If you hit the right gay guy at the right time, in many cases it’s only a matter of time when both of you would land in bed. We are not the second most populous country in the world for nothing… I’ve almost completely referred to gay men since being myself one I can only share a gay man’s point of view, almost everything goes the same for trans people as well. Additionally, there are many straight Indian men who love fucking trans people. India has a centuries old history of the “third gender”, which is why trans people are accepted in many regions even more than gay or lesbian people. Unfortunately, it’s beyond my knowledge and experience on how a trans person can connect to straight Indian men for a fuck. India has its challenges for tourists who wants to fuck. But on the other end of the extreme of contrast, there is a lot of, especially sexual, magic worth and waiting to be explored. Feel free to hit me up to fuck, I mean if you need more information. Since I stated major cities and their queer venues and events are best to start with to look for hook ups (apart from dating apps), I could provide detailed information about those places, especially those that I’m in touch with. Hope this could help for the time being. Happy hunting and Namasté! 🙏

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I drew Tommy’s first encounter with Mr. Lewis. Back when he was fixing his sink.

Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real people are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental harm, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English/American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 2: I can not believe what, how happened So, where were we? Oh, that's right, the nightly bathroom encounter. Well, Karel grabbed Sven by the arm, and pulled him under the shower. Sven immediately got down on his knees, and without prompting, took Karel`s cock into his hungry mouth. Karel was so perplexed, because he had thought otherwise, but within seconds he shot a huge load into Sven`s greedy gullet. After my brother swallowed my best friend's cum load he stood up saying, "Thank you, that was very tasty, I hope there is more of it." Karel was still standing stiff with amazement under the running shower and wasn't really able to answer, or rather, he didn't get time for it, because Sven already shot out with a perverted question, " Is your commercial just fake, or are you really toxic?" Karel was still trying to sort out his thoughts, but he was also desperate to answer so as not to be rude. "Um, yeah, I mean no, the commercial is not fake, I'm really toxic, I don't take medication. And yes, there would be more of it." Sven's answer came like a shot, "Horny, my hungry boy cunt has been waiting for real poz sperm for a long time." and he winked mischievously at Karel while showing him his rear end, spreading his ass cheeks. "I don't know if this is such a good idea, I'm viral." spoke Karel as he was interrupted by my brother Sven. "I know it's just the thing for my cunt. I've been fucked by my classmate for 2 years, at first even against my will. Now I let the guys do it, but with the option for me that I may also, if I ever feel like it, slide over them. And that's where it would be really awesome if I was POZ, and could impregnate all those straight asses." Karel looked at Sven with wide eyes, just shook his head, finally saying, "You're just as much of a perverted, twisted fucker as I am. But I must confess to you, I had planned something different this weekend. Chris has been wiggling his straight ass around in front of my face for ages, and I wanted to crack him now. I abstained from any sexual activity for 2 weeks especially for this." Sven pouted. Karel continued speaking, " You already stole one load from me, the next 3-4 loads have to go into your brother Chris's ass, I have to implement this plan. But I promise you, you will get my babies in the night from Sunday to Monday." Sven looked sad as he asked, "Will I really get your presents then?" "Yes." was Karel's short and curt reply as he crept naked and wet downstairs to Chris' bedroom. To be continued soon.

Spit for me. Lube makes it too easy. I love the friction and resistance. Cum is the only alternative after spit

I was so grateful to have sex with my dad. I really idolized the man. After my parents divorced, my years later told me I sucked his dick more in one week, and we fucked more in one month, then he did in the years he was married to my mother. Once we crossed the line, I made sure it kept happening and he didn’t seem to mind 😂

I started sucking my dad off at a pretty early age...about 10...he was sleeping and i noticed his cock pulsing under the sheets...mostly out of curiosity i investigated....the first time i just touched and fondled it....smelled it....eventually after a few times like this i tasted it....i think he may have known because looking back, sometimes he would pull his shorts to the side so his cock was out....i wish he would have fucked me....but i did enjoy this forbidden feeling and the taste of his cock!

my son just sucked a huge load out of my cock today. I love watching her down on her knees, dressed like a hooker in his sluttiest skirt, deepthroating my cock to the balls and absolutely milking the cum out of me.

Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...

Thanks for all the comments guys. Chapter 3 Daddy pulled his fingers out of my ass and all rational thoughts left my brain. I’ve never felt so empty. I flipped over on my back raised my legs in the air, looked him in the eye and yelled “fuck me daddy please I need your cock now!” “Not good enough boy. You know what you need to say.” “Please give me your poz dick. I need you to poz my boy pussy now!!! He got an evil grin on his face and said “much better son. I knew I was right about you.” Then he slammed his hard cock deep inside causing me to scream out in shock and pain. He bottomed out and leaned down to kiss me deep. “Good boy. Breathe through the pain you’ll get used to daddy’s cock. I just needed to get inside you fast.” He let me get used to his big cock for a few minutes. All the while he was whispering in my ear telling me what a good slut I was and how he was going to ruin my neg cunt. I started to clamp down on his dick and he grinned and said “looks like you’re ready for the breeding to begin. Time to knock you up son.” He started to pull his cock out and when just the tip was left in my hole he started chuckling. “Mmm damn boy. Looks like I did some damage when I plowed into you. Got some blood on my dick.” “Oh fuck yeah” I moaned. “Knock me up daddy!” “Yeah boy. You like that toxic dick don’t you?” “Yes” I screamed. “Don’t stop, fuck me harder.” “Damn you slut. I’m not going last long. You ready for my 6 day load?” Just then he bottomed out and I could feel his cock spasming over and over shooting his toxic cum deep inside me. I clamped down hard on his cock milking every last drop. He collapsed on top of me leaving his dick buried inside in my ass. “Thank you daddy!” “I’m so proud of you son.” He slowly rolled off me pulling his cock from my not so tight hole. I immediately turned around so I could clean off his dick. I took one look at the pink cum clinging to his dick and couldn’t get it in my mouth fast enough. “Fuck that’s delicious!” “Mmm Good boy clean me off good. Now son be a good boy and keep your mouth on my dick.” All the sudden warm liquid started to fill my mouth. Oh fuck he was pissing down my throat. Oh damn that tasted good. What the hell was happening to me? This morning I was a plain boring vanilla guy who hadn’t been fucked in years and today I’ve taken a raw cock, let him shoot his poz load in me followed by a gut full of piss and I was still hornier than I’d ever been. He finished pissing and I just kept sucking. “Damn you’re a hungry boy. Keep sucking like that and your going to make me hard again.” Oh yeah what a way to motivate me. I could feel his cock starting to grow and was soon rock hard again. “Get on all fours boy.” I quickly assumed the position with my ass in the air wiggling my cunt like a dog in heat “Please fuck me again. I’m so horny.” He stuck the head in and I immediately backed up onto his dick until he was balls deep. “Damn boy, I’ve created a monster. And here I was afraid you might be having second thoughts.” “Need more, knock me up. Make me your poz son. Poz me. Poz me. Poz me.” I kept saying over and over. “This load’s going to take a little while longer slut but don’t worry you’ll have more toxic cum soon. I’m so proud of you son.” Sex had had never been this enjoyable. I wasn’t worried about anything. My little cock was totally soft but leaking so much precum my jock was sopping wet. I hadn’t even touched myself since we started. It was all about my boy pussy and milking every last drop of cum, poz cum, from the hard dick inside me. I don’t know how long he continued to fuck me but after awhile he let out a loud moan, slammed in hard and deep and filled my ass again. We both collapsed on the bed and he rolled me onto my side making sure to keep his dick buried inside me. “Thank you daddy. That was amazing.” He wrapped me in his strong arms. I drifted off to sleep feeling safe and extremely satisfied. I’m not sure how long I was asleep for but I woke up and heard this low moaning sound. Then realized it was coming from me. Daddy’s was hard again and slowly moving his cock in and out of me. “Mmm good my boy’s awake. I just can’t get enough of your cunt boy.” He reached around and placed his hand on my jock and squeezed. “Damn son did you cum.” “No sir, that’s just precum.” He stuck his fingers inside my jock and coated them in my juice. He stuck them in my mouth to clean off. I sucked his fingers just as he started to give me load number three. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his softening cock from my dripping boy pussy. “Clench tight son. Don’t want you to lose a drop. Roll over onto your stomach. I’ll be right back.” I could see him come back into the room carrying a butt plug. He got up on the bed. “Lift up a bit son. Let me in your jock, I need some lube.” He chuckled. He rubbed the plug in my precum then shoved it in my cunt. “Don’t want anything to leak out. Need to let my swimmers do their job.” I flipped over on my back and looked up at this hot daddy who had just changed my life. “Thank you sir! I had no idea how much fun cleaning out a house could be.” He got that evil grin on his face again. “How long you in town for son?” “Two weeks sir.” “Mmm good. I think that’s about how long it’s going to take to finish this project.”

Part 3. After a couple more rounds with our new friends, the weekend ended and they went back to their home city. On their way out, they mentioned they had another friend-couple who were planning on visiting in a few weeks, and maybe we’d like to meet them. I smiled, looking over at Jake, and said, “If they’re anything like you guys, we would LOVE to meet them!” Trusting Andre and Alex understood my implication, they responded, “Yeah, they’re a lot like us. You will like them for sure.” We exchanged contact information (other than the app where we met) and they were on their way. The sex with Jake that night was beyond incredible. Talking about all the fun we’d had, and looking forward to another fun encounter in a few weeks. The next day on my way home from work, I stopped off at the drugstore and picked up a bottle of Aleve, making sure to get the kind that looked an awful lot like the PrEP pills in Jake’s night stand. Getting home before him, I confirmed they looked almost identical, and swapped out the appropriate number, replacing them in the prescription bottle and closing the drawer. Over the next couple weeks, we dutifully took our pills every day, with Jake fucking me at least once a day. The amazing weekend we’d had really reignited things for us in bed, and our sex was never hotter. Every time he unloaded in me though, I would think back to those incredible moments when Andre and Alex had dumped their poz seed into my hole. The memory combined with the expert fucking of my boyfriend would make me cum so hard all over my chest, usually hitting my face and beyond. Mid-week before our new friends were supposed to come visit, I started to come down with a nasty cold. Turned into fever, chills, the works. When I got a text from an unknown number, I was momentarily confused until I remembered I hadn’t heard from them yet, just Andre and Alex. Checking out the message, I saw he introduced himself as Eddie, said A&A had given him my number, wondered if we’d like to meet up this weekend. Then another text came through with a picture - an enormous brown cock, uncut and dripping. My own cock jumped in my sick-bed pajamas, the first time I’d felt even remotely horny in the past couple days. Jake had left his phone on the bed next to me as he went downstairs to fetch me more chicken soup. I looked at his phone and saw texts from the same number, but noticed they hadn’t been sent as a group. He received the same intro text as had I. He also received a pic of Eddie and his husband Bill, a solidly-built white guy in his late 40s - hairy daddy type. I thought it curious until I felt my phone vibrate and saw a new txt come through from Eddie - this one a series of pics, the first showing his muscular back, with a tattoo peeking out over his underwear, then a couple more successively closer, until the last one was a closeup of the biohazard symbol on his upper ass. I was rock hard now, when I heard another text come through for Jake - this one another couple shot of them in a tropical location, all smiles with their sunglasses on, drinking a fruity drink with an umbrella. I was getting the picture now - it was clear A&A had told our new friends the whole story about our adventurous weekend. Eddie and I exchanged this series of text messages. Me: Hey bud, glad to hear from you! A&A said they had some fun friends who we should meet. Our weekend with them a few weeks ago was a special gift to us as a couple - our sex hasn’t been this hot in years. Eddie: I’m glad to hear it! Sounds like A&A really charged up your sex life. Me: I’m actually down with the flu at the moment. Eddie: Oh yeah? That’s no fun. Want us to reschedule? Me: No way. I may be out of commission, but my boyfriend is really looking forward to this. And so am I. I’ll be participating, in my own way. Eddie: Sweet. We get in late Friday, so maybe we can meet up on Saturday? Me: Perfect. You have our address. We’ll be here. When Jake returned with my dinner, I had already saved and deleted the extra pics Eddie had sent me, so when we compared text conversations, they looked mostly the same. I told him they’d be over on Saturday. Jake was concerned about me being sick, but I told him there was no way I’d let my little illness get in the way of this happening. After the last time, our sex life was undeniably better, and I wanted another jolt of that whether I could actively participate or not. Jake reluctantly agreed, and then got much more excited when he checked his phone and saw the pics they’d sent. By the time Saturday rolled around, I had worked Jake into a frenzy of anticipation. Some jerking off was all I could muster in my weakened state - this was the worst flu I’d ever had - and we had several hot sessions stroking our dicks as we looked at the cock pics Eddie and Bill kept sending. Jake is versatile, but knowing my ass was off limits, he realized it was up to him to satisfy these studs, and I assured him he was more than up to the task. He couldn’t deny he was looking forward to being a little bottom slut for our new friends in their short time here. When the doorbell rang, I was laying in bed reading through the text string Eddie and I had had on the app he recommended I download so we could communicate discreetly. We’d had multiple long exchanges over the past few days, and I shared with him what I had been up to with Jake’s PrEP. We came up with a plan - Eddie and Bill were happy to help Jake and me continue on the journey we started that weekend with Alex and Andre. As I heard introductions being made in the other room, I quickly retrieved full condom from my bedside table - the only load I could muster in the past couple days I had deposited in a rubber for today’s festivities - and put it under the bed. I also laid out two unopened rubbers and Jake’s little blue pill on his nightstand. I was back under the covers by the time the door opened and Jake peeked in to see if I was awake. I closed out the last few pics Eddie had sent me - a cum-stained piece of paper with HIV test results - and smiled and invited them in. Eddie entered the room and I literally gasped - his pictures truly did not do him justice. Tall, dark, and handsome didn’t begin to describe his magnetic good looks - he was a Latin god, with a smile that made you feel like you’d just made a new friend. His husband Bill followed, no slouch in the looks department, just a different beast entirely. Jake made the introductions and they both expressed disappointment that I wasn’t feeling well. I told them I was doing OK, and was really happy they were here - Jake and I were SO looking forward to their visit. And with that, I thought we might as well get down to it - we all knew what was on the agenda, so why bother with the formalities? I threw off the covers and moved over to Eddie, giving him a nice long grope before tugging at his tight t-shirt, lifting it off over his head revealing a chiseled chest with just a light dusting of fur. I growled as I undid his jeans and struggled to slide them over his muscled bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of light blue briefs, the fabric straining to contain what he was packing. I pointed him to the bed, where he lay down and watched as I repeated the process on Bill. The husbands now lay side by side in our bed in just their undies, as I gave Jake a meaningful smile and a wink and nodded toward them. He jumped on the bed and immediately fished Bill’s cock out of his briefs, taking it into his mouth. Eddie whipped his out, and Jake reached over and started jerking him as he sucked on Bill. I grabbed my stiffening cock as I watched my boyfriend eagerly service the cocks of two strangers he barely knew. Before things progressed too far, I grabbed the pill off the nightstand and pulled Jake’s mouth off Eddie’s cock - he had been going back and forth between the two enormous bones. I held up the pill and explained the ritual to our visitors, as if I hadn’t already explained it all in my texts. “As part of our agreement to play with others, we went on PrEP and we always use condoms. Because I’m not feeling up to it, the pleasure of playing with you two is all Jake’s.” With that, he stuck out his tongue and I put the pill on it. He swallowed it down, smiled at me, mouthing the words ‘I love you so much’ before leaning in and kissing me passionately. He then went back to sucking the two huge cocks before him as I sat in the chair opposite them and started stroking. I grabbed my phone and started documenting the scene - my boyfriend in a pair of jock briefs, his ass up in the air as he alternated sucking each cock in front of him. Eddie and Bill making out, smiling for the camera, winking at me as my boyfriend serviced them. I don’t ever remember being so turned on before. After a few minutes, Eddie moved behind Jake and parted his muscular cheeks, burying his tongue in my boyfriend’s hole. Jake moaned on Bill’s cock and ground his ass back against Eddie’s face, begging him to tongue him deeper. My boyfriend was being such a slut, which made me so damn horny. Jake reached over for one of the condoms and handed it back to me. I held it up to Eddie’s mouth and watched as he tore off a corner with his teeth. I pulled it out and took my time rolling it down over his enormous cock. I smiled at him and he went back to where he’d been earlier, next to his husband on the bed. Snagging another condom, I rolled it only Bill’s cock as I suggested to Jake “I think you should take turns riding them, babe.” Smiling at my suggestion, Jake smiled as he straddled Eddie and slid down onto his cock. I had the perfect view of my boyfriend’s hole stretching as he moaned and slid down on the big brown laytex-sheathed cock. Meanwhile, I stroked Bill, smiling as Eddie bottomed out in Jake’s hole - balls deep. Jake started moving up and down, getting used to being stuffed full. After riding him for a while, he stood up and moved over to Bill, squatting over his big dick as I pointed it straight upward, guiding it into my boyfriend’s loosened hole. He slid down easily and whimpered a bit as he took it to the hilt. I gave Jake’s dick a little squeeze as I shifted up and lay next to Eddie, who reached out and started stroking my cock as we watched our partners fuck. After we enjoyed the sights for a minute or so, Eddie leaned over, whispering for my benefit “I’m gonna dump my poz nut in your boyfriend’s hole, you evil little slut.” My dick involuntarily pulsated in his fist. I looked in his eyes, winked and nodded with a smile, as he got up to move behind Jake, who was still being pummeled by Bill. I followed, and wrapped my fist around Eddie’s huge cock, still in its intact condom. While Bill pulled Jake in for a kiss, I reached down with my fingernail and pierced the tip of the rubber, then gently pulled at the hole until it was about the size of a dime. I proceeded to stroke Eddie’s cock and pull down on the condom, watching as his beautiful brown dick head pressed against the hole, stretching the latex further and further until it emerged completely, the broken rubber still wrapped around his shaft. Eddie reached down and grabbed Jake’s hips, lifting him off Bill and pulling him back toward the middle of the bed. With one hand he guided Jake’s head to Bill’s balls as his partner stroked his shaft, and with the other, he fingered Jake’s now well-used hole, first one, then two, then three. He became increasingly aggressive with his fingering, and I noticed Jake twitch and jump a few times as his bowels were being scratched and his hole stretched even more. I guided Eddie’s bare cock head to my boyfriend’s hole as he pulled his fingers out, slightly tinged in pink slime. I watched as Eddie moved his weight forward and entered Jake in one long, slow stroke until just the base of the rubber was visible around his thick shaft at his pubes. Bill stroked with one hand and held Jake’s head on his balls as he winked at Eddie and me, as Eddie began to thrust. Every time he pulled out, I could see more of the rubber had shredded around his shaft and it was mostly just bare brown cock moving in and out of Jake’s hole. That sight, and the knowledge of what we were all doing, made Eddie realize he wasn’t going to last long. I saw Jake reach back at one point and touch the base of Eddie’s cock, and feeling the condom still there, returned his attention to Bill’s balls, even licking down into his hairy crack to tongue his hole. Jake was obviously feeling really slutty and horny, as he was moaning and pushing back on Eddie, likely squeezing around that huge dong pounding his hole. Eddie started breathing increasingly heavily as I pinched his nipples and ran my fingers down his lower back to his ass, tracing the biohazard tattoo on his cheeks as he thrust harder and deeper. The tell-tale signs increased and soon Eddie was growling, “I’m gonna nut!” I pushed on his ass, encouraging him as I muttered “Do, it man, go balls deep!” Grunting and he moaned a long “Fuuuuuuck!” holding still as he shot his load into my boyfriend’s hole, giving me an approving smile as his orgasm subsided, although holding himself firmly in place. Knowing the time was short to complete the deception, I leaned down and quickly reached under the bed, grabbing the full condom which Eddie made a show of slowly pulling out as Bill held Jake in place. We both admired the sight of his bare cock with the tatters of a broken condom around it, covered in Jake’s ass juices. I pulled what was left of the rubber off and hid it under the bed as I pretended to tie off the one with my own load. I moved down and quickly licked Eddie’s cock clean of any evidence, then dropped the full condom on the bed next to Jake. He looked up from rimming Bill, and smiled at me as Eddie encouraged him to sit on Bill’s cock again. In that brief window, I gave Bill’s condom the same treatment as I had Eddie’s, and then held his mostly-bare cock straight up as Eddie guided Jake down on it. We lay back and Eddie stroked my cock as we watched his partner’s bare dick slide in and out of my boyfriend’s hole. As Bill looked over Jake’s shoulder, Eddie and I mouthed words to him like, ‘Bareback him’ and ‘Seed his hole’. Our encouragements, in addition to the knowledge of what had just happened aided in pushing Bill over the edge. Pressing down on Jake’s hips, he helding his cock balls deep in Jake’s hole as rope after rope shot deep in my boyfriend’s guts. Jake leaned back, holding Bill inside him as he jerked off. I hopped up and stood next to them on the bed, my cock aiming at Jake’s face. We looked in each other’s eyes as we both stroked. I told him, “Babe, you were so slutty tonight, it turned me on so much. I just wanna shoot this load all over your whore face.” I never talk to him like that, but something about the moment made us both lose control and we exploded cum everywhere - him all over Bill’s chest and belly, me all over his sweet slutty face. After we came down from that high, Jake gently slid himself up and off Bill’s cock. As he reached down to take care of the rubber, he saw the state it was in. Reaching back, he felt his hole, which of course was dripping with cum. “Oh fuck, the condom broke!” All three of us chimed in with an ‘Oh fuck’ of his own, although I noticed, curiously, when I made my exclamation, my cock released one last spurt of cum. “What am I gonna do?” asked Jake.