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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?”

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz 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…

“How would you feel about getting a hotel room in the city some Friday night and doing power exchange play there instead of home? We could take all the gear with us, even the bench.” That’s what he texted me out of the blue one day, not that naughty suggestions were out of the ordinary. I thought it sounded like a great idea and we traded messages about it for a few days and set it up. Which is how I found myself tied to a chair in a hotel room watching him suck the cock of a tall, bearded daddy. Before the guy had arrived, James put me in the chair and secured my arms and legs with cuffs and short lengths of rope so that all I could do was watch. When the stranger showed up and began to undress, James peeled off his underwear and stuffed them in my mouth. The medium sized soft silicone plug was in my ass. My hole twitched around as James worked the man’s dick, saliva dripping every time he pulled back. I drooled and my cock rose as I watched James get on his back and the visitor climb between his legs. He positioned his enormous cock at my husband’s hole and pushed, sinking it completely into him in one stroke. James moaned as the top began to fuck him and he pushed his hips up to meet the man’s thrusts, both of them grunting in heat. I watched them rock the bed for about 5 minutes, this stranger pounding my husband’s hole mercilessly. James grunted as he stroked his cock. The man slammed into him a final time and shouted, and I watched him shake as he came inside my husband’s ass. As he pulled back, I could see a string of cum between the head of his cock and James’s hole. James laid there panting as the man put his clothes on. Before he left, he stepped over and untied me, then stepped out of the room with a quick thank you. “Now that you’re loose, get over here between my legs”, my husband commanded. I took his jock out of mouth and knelt between his knees on the bed. “Eat.” I went down and began to eat him out. I felt him push his hole open and I shoved my tongue into him and was met with a flood of the top’s cum. I groaned as I sucked his ass, swallowing the cum hungrily. He moaned at me, “Yes, that’s it you nasty whore, eat that load out of me.” I worked my tongue in and out of him until he reached down and grabbed my hair. Coming up for air, I looked at him. “Go get on the bench.” I got off the bed and walked across the room, straddled the fuck bench and laid down. Walking up to my head, James fed me his cock, slowly fucking my mouth. He reached over my back and tapped the plug, causing it to move in my hole and I moaned around his cock at the sensation. He chuckled and pulled his cock from my mouth, and slapped my face with it. James stepped away and rummaged through a bag. He walked back up to me with the roll of plastic shrink wrap and began to wrap it around my torso, securing me down on the bench. He followed that with my arms and legs until I was virtually immobilized. “You okay?”, he asked. “Yes, sir.” I replied. I knew that was the only acceptable answer. He reached over to the dresser and grabbed a bottle of poppers. Opening them, he held them under my nose. “Breathe deep”, he instructed. I inhaled deeply and felt the rush roll over me. As I sunk into the warmth, I heard something mechanical, like the hotel door. James stepped behind me and pulled the plug from my ass. I groaned in pleasure as he pushed his cock in to fill me and began to thrust. He fucked me steadily for a few minutes. Before long I heard a knock at the door. “Come on in!” James said. He pushed deep into me and leaned over to whisper: “Are you wondering what’s going on?” “Yes sir.” I sighed. James pulled out of my ass and I vaguely heard whoever had come in taking their clothes off. He kneeled in front of me and put the poppers back under my nose. I inhaled as he said, “Last week when we planned this you agreed to give me total control of your body. So I’m taking it. A couple days ago I advertised a cum dump session at this hotel on Sniffies. You’re the hole that will take anyone who shows up.” It took me a session to process, and I was suddenly highly alert as the riskiness of it hit me. I struggled against the wrap holding me down. “What? No! What the fuck?”, I protested. James smacked me across the face and looked at me. I froze in shock. He grabbed my hair and I saw the glint in his eyes that I knew meant he was in his Dom headspace. It was the look that both frightened me and thrilled me at the same time, because I knew it meant he would push our limits into a place of hedonism we both wanted to go to but had been afraid to up until now. As that reality hit me, the blood rushed to my cock. “You’ll do what I want. This is what you agreed to, whore. Is that clear?” The thrill running through me now, I answered him: “Yes, sir.” Still holding my hair firmly with one hand, he held the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply and felt the roll as the stranger shoved his cock up my ass raw and began to fuck me. He didn’t last long before he grunted and I felt him spasm inside me, flooding my hole with a load. An anonymous load from a stranger we had never met. We’d crossed into the space I could only dare go in my mind before. My cock throbbed. James tied a bandanna soaked with poppers under my nose and my eyes rolled. I turned my head to see him climb on the bed and sit against the headboard and stroke his cock as a second stranger entered, dropping his pants to fuck me. Like the man before him, he didn’t take long before he was unloading in my ass. I don’t know how long I was on the bench and I lost count after about twelve men came through and used me. The door opened and closed and at some point I stopped counting. I asked for more lube when I needed it. Sometimes I turned my head to see James sucking someone before they walked over to fuck me, and twice we were both getting fucked by guys who showed up at the same time. Hours passed. I had become a sweaty mess, collapsed into the bench as just a hole for any and all cum from strangers. James pushed the room door closed and I perked up and took a deep breath. I could feel the cum leaking out of me. James knelt behind me, diving into my ass with his tongue. He moaned and sucked cum out of my hole. I felt a renewed energy flow through me and I flexed under the restraints, letting him know I was okay and enjoying it - and him. He stood and shoved his cock in me and began to pound me hard. He panted as he fucked me, grunting at me while thrusting, “You’ve got at least fifteen, maybe twenty, anonymous loads up your hole. I don’t know any of those guys. I just wanted to watch a bunch of guys use you. Jesus fuck it was hot!” With that he bottomed out in my ass and added his load to the mix of unknown cum inside me, He collapsed on my back, breathing heavily, “Thank you, baby. Thank you for letting me turn you into a dirty cumdump.”

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

I’m at 368 😀

Most of the time. Who needs foreplay? Just come in, get it hard, and go to town. But then again, I'm just a cum slut. At other times kissing, stroking, and nipple play.

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 think it all comes back to the ultimate problem with most porn (gay, straight, whatever) and that is that NO ONE IS HAVING ANY FUN. You can tell when models are bored. Sadly, this is 80% of all porn. No one is enjoying it. It looks rote because it is.

Who can’t get enough sperm in their pussy? My buddy would save his loads and one day when I opened the freezer my jaw dropped. He had so much. My heart was racing but I just instinctively grabbed one of many jars I could only imagine all those jars in one gallon what’s the most cum you’ve witnessed? needless to say he caught me cum drunk and when I couldn’t hold anymore of my buddies seed. My guts filled and I still have some cum in the jar. Fuck it I drank it. Thick cum sliding down my throat. Filled to the brim from both holes.

When barebacking was still an underground activity at the sauna, a very young black dude, with a big tool, chased me to my room and with a strong African accent keeps saying to me "I like your eyes", to what I kept responding "I like your cock", while I played with it. Because he enjoyed me playing with his big cock I didn't care much why would my eyes be important to him, until he started running his fingers on my lubed hole I then realized he had been meaning "I like your ass". We kept in touch and once in a while, when feeling really horny, he would call me saying he wanted to drop by. I enjoyed receiving his loads but I also liked the way he moaned while he unloaded.

This is mostly fiction with a little real life experience Growing up in a small agricultural community in the eighties and nineties I had to hide my attraction to other guys. not that there weren't many gay or bi men in the area we all just kept what we did out of site. Growing up that way I learned to be very conservative and low key about my dating life. mostly dating females and only occasionally enjoying time with other men. Looking back I think most of my attraction to women was because society had made me feel that's how I should be. and I just became used to it but there wasn't a relationship I was in that I didn't end up cheating on the woman at some point with another man. After several failed marriages.one of which actually ended when my wife at the time walked in on me with another man actually fucking me. I decided to stop trying to be the way the people I grew up around said I should be. Eventually I found a woman I was compatible with. she was like me was bisexual and our relationship has been an open one. we have sex with each other but can play outside the relationship her with other women me with men . While I was blindly trying to find myself my sister had gone on to have several failed marriages of her own and have kids. her oldest kid Garrett turned out to be gay something we could all tell from a young age. My sister was raised in the same conditions as me and unlike me hadn't moved away so had no idea how to deal with having a gay child. Being a good uncle I did what I could to help the boy come to terms with himself becoming almost a mentor and second father to him after his actual father disowned. him a situation I found funny because I know for a fact the man had had several homosexual encounters when he was younger . Eventually my sister got tired of living in that toxic environment and moved close to me. after that it was easier for me to help my nephew with any issues he was having Almost from the start I could see my nephew was going to have a very different life then I had led. I had always been with men that were very discreet many of them married men who were cheating on their wives. Garrett on the other hand became very outspoken and proud about his sexuality once away from the oppressive atmosphere of our home town. he was gay was proud to be gay and let everyone know it . So it wasn't long before I didn't really have much to teach him anymore. in fact instead of being his mentor or role model like I had been when he was young I began to learn a bit from him . The one thing I had stressed to him from before he lost his virginity was the need for safe sex practices and to always use condoms. even after prep came out I stressed the importance of condoms to him every chance I got. I myself at that point had only ever been with three men without using protection. all three had been men I was absolutely sure I could trust I was almost fanatical about it . Garrett of course started to roll his eyes at me whenever I brought it up. as he got older and would even argue with me about it saying my opinions were outdated and that the world wasn't as dangerous as when I was young for sexual exploration . Then one weekend my life and outlook completely changed . My partner and sister decided that they needed a long weekend in Vegas just the two of them to relax and get away from work and family. Garrett was old enough to watch his younger siblings while they were gone but my sister didn't fully trust him not to throw parties or do anything else that might damage the house or her other kids. so asked me if I would stay there and keep a eye on things. I of course love my nephews and nieces so agreed to stay but because I'm not a masochist. I quickly found a way to pawn the younger kids off for most of the weekend I had though Friday night would be a nice relaxing night the foyr younger kids were all staying the night with friends and I assumed Garrett would be out on date or with friends so I had thought that I would have the house to myself . That evening after dropping off my last niece I browsed grindr for a little while even went to a nearby gay bar but I didn't find anyone that really sparked my interest. so I decided it just wasn't my night so decided to go back to my sisters house and relax the rest of the night maybe look more the next day. I was more than a little surprised to find Garrett was home when I got back to the house and he wasn't alone.there was a trans there that I knew was one of his good friends that I had met before there named Jenny. there were also five guys I didn't know all older than Garrett and his friend I was guessing in their mid twenties. I asked Garrett what the hell was going on but he just told me to relax which of course I didn't or not right away. I admit I didn't want to come across as a asshole old man so didn't try to break up the gathering . With the younger people in the living room I decided to go and sit in the kitchen and play on my phone so as not to disturb them. from there though I was able to hear them talking and was able to learn a lot. It turns out most of the older guys didn't know each other and Garrett actually only knew one of them the rest he had met on grindr it turned out he had been looking there to find tops interested in a orgy with him and jenny I was a bit shocked when I learned that and part of me wanted to go in there and stop it right then. but the part of me that didn't want to be an asshole stopped me. They were all over the age of consent and willing who was I to step in. I admit I also was a bit jealous of the situation. I had fantasized about being in situations like that and had watched porn where that happened. I had never been brave enough to try anything like it. From the kitchen I listened as Garrett assured his new friends his uncle was cool and that they should move on to the fun part. Again I almost got up to put a stop to it but didn't. I couldn't make out much of what I heard after that just the occasional comment from one of the guys about how good a ass looked or a compliment about sucking skills. After about five minutes I couldn't help myself I just had to see what was happening. I had thought by that point they would be really getting into it already. But to my surprise they were taking it slow. As I looked through the door I could see all of them were naked. Three of the tops were on the couch. The other two in recliners. Garrett and Jenny were both on their knees on the floor one in front of each of the men in recliners sucking their cocks. I couldn't move from the door. All five of the tops my nephew had found were fit and attractive. Three seemed to be white one appeared Hispanic while the last seemed to be black or perhaps mixed race. They were also all very well hung The smallest cock there was at least seven inches. The biggest was on the black guy and was probably ten inches and very thick a cock like you see in porn. As I continued to watch from the door the planned orgy really got started. The 2 white guys from the couch got up and one moved behind each of the people sucking and began to lube and loosen them up. Two things shocked me one was seeing that Jenny didn't have any balls hanging under her cock( I found that very hot). The other was there wasn't a condom in sight. Once again I almost stopped it and once again I didn't. I just stood there and watched as Garrett and Jenny started to get fucked raw by guys they had just met online. The guy Jenny was sucking must have been very turned on by the situation because he came quickly and after Jenny finished swallowing the black man took his place. It was to much for me the sights smells and sounds had me more aroused than I had ever been and I so wanted to join the fun. But the conservative side of my nature prevented me from giving in to the desire. Not being able to take it anymore I walked away went into my sisters room and shut the door turning on the TV. But what I had just seen wouldn't leave my head and soon found my cock in my hand. I'm ashamed to admit it took less than two minutes of stroking before I covered my own chest with cum. After I cleaned myself up I tried to just watch TV and pretend there wasn't a sex party in the other room. It only partially worked even with the sound up I could hear the men calling that they were going to cum or things like that. After a couple hours I just had to get a drink so braved the walk to the kitchen and did my best to not look into the living room I did a quick look. From that glance it seemed it was either winding down or most were taking a break. Other than Jenny riding the Hispanic man's cock the rest seemed to be just relaxing sitting around naked. It took me some time to decide what I wanted to drink but eventually settled on a beer and hurried back to the room. To my surprise the room wasn't empty. The black man was standing partially cover by what appeared to be my sisters robe looking at the family photos she kept in there. I just stood frozen in the door not sure what to do. He finally noticed I was standing there he didn't seem bothered buy his nudity or the fact he was caught in my sisters room Before I could think of something to say he beat me to it. " cute family " was all he said as he turned away from the photos "your nephew is particularly sexy little bitch" Not that he was facing me I got a real good look at his cock that was still visible through the open robe. It was only semi hard but still look so big I also noticed he wasn't circumcised I had never seen a uncircumcised cock in person before. I'm sure I looked like a idiot just standing there not saying anything I know I felt like one I was over a decade older then the man in a house owned by my sister but I was nervous and didn't know what to say or do. I finally manged to say " thanks they are a great group and Garrett is a good kid" as I walked the rest of the way into the room. " oh he is good alright. good at sucking and a good tight little cunt to fuck." Was his reply as he continued to look around the room Him saying Garrett had a tight cunt kind of confused me for a second then I remembered I had seen porn where some of the more alpha tops would say that to the guys they were fucking they usually also called the men they fucked fags a term I had always found offensive. " I'm glad you had a good time" was all I could think to say as I watched him walk around the room though mostly watched his cock. " oh I love little white bitches like him and his trans whore friend his little faggot ass was tight. I had a hard time getting all up in him" he said this casually as he sat down on the bed to my surprise I didn't find it offensive that he had just referred to my nephew by a name that had always made me angry before nor did him calling him a little bitch or Jenny a whore. " I hope you don't mind me coming in here? I needed a break younger guys are fun to fuck but sometimes can get on my nerves" he continued the conversation while still trying to get comfortable on the bed though now the bathrobe coverd almost nothing " I still want to nut a few more times tonight but need a break" Feeling even more nervous I sat on the edge of the bed trying to make it look like I was more interested on what was on the TV than him. And took a sip of beer while thinking how to respond. I knew he was older than Garrett and Jenny but though he was around the same age as the other tops that had been invited. Though I admit growing up in a mostly white community I sometimes had a hard time telling the ages of black or Asian people. Just to say something I asked " your not that much older than the other guys Garrett invited are you? I know your older than him and jenny but thought you were about the same age as the others" He laughed at that " fuck bitch I'm 34. But thanks for the compliment. I usually don't fuck with guys as young as your nephew but couldn't pass up a party like this" Again I couldn't think of what to say it blew my mind he was only three years younger than I was As I sat there not knowing what to say he pulled out a joint and lite it taking a big hit I didn't say anything because my sister smoked regularly so wouldn't notice the smell. Silently he offered it to me. Normally I don't smoke weed but with the night I had had I thought fuck it I took to big hits before handing it back to him it was just then I realized I didn't know his name I didn't know any of the names of the men Garrett had incited over Deciding I probably should be polite I introduced myself guessing he would do the same.to my surprise he just laughed and said " you can call me daddy. Maybe big daddy. I was a bit taken a back by that in my life I had only ever called on man daddy in a sexual situation but that's a story for another time I had never just said it to a random man so a bit offended and confused I just muttered " umm ok " He laughed again still spread out on the bed with his body on display " don't act all offended. Every fag needs a daddy. You are a fag ain't ya Again the use of that word didn't set off my temper like it always in the past " yes I'm bi and like to have men fuck me but I'm not a fag or faggot" I replied but not with any real conviction "Don't act all made ain't nothing wrong with being a fag just means you like it when guys like me take your cunt out for a spin" again hearing cunt seemed to be out of place but I found it kind of hot as well About then we heard a load shout from the other room either Garrett or Jenny was about to get another load of cum. I realized I had completely forgotten that the others were still out there. I also realized there was more than just Marijuana in that joint. I had very few experiences with drugs so I didn't know what he might have laced that with but knew it was laced but again didn't care I was feeling good so I gestured for him to pass it to me again As I took a couple more hits he suddenly got up off the bed I just watched confused as he walked to the TV " fuck this stupid shit" he said as he gestured to the episode of ncis on the TV pulling his phone and connecting to to the TV I short order he a porn going on the TV it showed a smaller skinny white guy getting fucked by 2 large black men Getting back onto the bed he took the joint back and took a few hits. As hot as the video was the black man next to held my interest more his body was near perfect he was around six foot tall well built like he spent a lot of time at the gym he also had a great many tattoos I took some time to study his tattoos like most I couldn't tell the meaning of all of them there was one that I thought I should recognize the meaning of but couldn't put my finger on it it was a scorpion on his stomach a few inches up from his cock Ok in my defense because I had always been so discreet and low key I never really fully embraced the gay culture so it's not to surprising I didn't recognize a tattoo that almost every gay man in the western hemisphere would know on site I later remembered that I did hear about tattoos like that in the past but it had been awhile and whatever he had in that joint was really messing with my brain. As I was looking him over he had just been watching the porn saying nothing the suddenly says out of nowhere he tells me " your nephew says your real repressed. Only have boring sex with boring men." I didn't know exactly how to answer that so he went on " don't you ever just want to have some real fun let loose and actually enjoy your life?" At first I was going to tell him why I was how I am my background where I came from all of that to try to justify myself to him. But then I did something I didn't even expect I reached out grabbed his cock and pulled myself closer so I could lower my mouth onto it. He was still only semi hard but within seconds that began to change I could feel getting harder but the second I have always been proud of how well I suck a cock have never had problems fully taking a cock in my mouth and down my throat but I could tell I wouldn't be able to handle all this monster my jaws could barley open wide enough and I knew there was no way my throat could "Oh fuck boy your nephew will be proud of you" came the amused comment as I felt his hand land on the back of my head . As I sucked he kept adding pressure to my head making me take more of his cock Into my mouth. Finally using enough pressure that I was choking on his cock After the first time I choked when he let me up I found him holding a bottle of poppers I took a hit and went back down on his cock that became a game he would close me with his massive dick then give me poppers when I was catching my breath. He didn't say anything as I sucked until I was trying to get my breath back for the fifth time then he admitted " I was hoping this would happen when I seen you walk in. You nephew is cute enough but your more my type I like the more mature fags." Not Knowing the best thing to say I thought going back to sucking him would be the best reply but to my surprise he stopped me. Getting up from the bed he told me to go onto the bathroom and clean myself out and that he would get what we needed I was confused but didn't argue. When I came back in the room I saw he had a foot stool on the bed plus some rope I know my sister used to air dry some of her clothes what looked like some of her nylons and a couple dildos I guessed were also my sisters. I looked at all the items then at him he explained that he felt since I had only been in boring situations he would show me parts of what I missed then he let me take the last few hits fro the joint and some more poppers. I was very buzzed as I followed his directions to get on the bed leaning over the padded footstool he the proceeded to used the rope to tie my hands to the headboard then used the nylons tie my ankles to the foot board Finally he he took some cloth I hadn't seen him with into my mouth then use another stocking to tie it I'm place so I couldn't talk Just so you know those are your sisters panties I put in your mouth didn't want to ruin her clean ones so got those out of the dirt clothes hamper That made me pause for a second thinking I might have misjudged this man and this situation then it occurred to.me it was to late to have those thoughts I felt him move I behind me and begin to rub lube on my ass then felt his finger then two enter me. He explained as he worked he was going to get me ready for what was to happen next. He pulled his finger out and I felt him put the smaller of the 2 dildos in me laughing he told me " I cam tell your cunt hasn't had a cock like mine. I don't want to break you" He switched to the bigger dildo and continued to loosen me up as this happened I lost all reservations I'm not sure if it was the situation the poppers or whatever he had in that joint but I had never been a turned on as I was at that moment As he was finishing with the second dildo he he went on to say " your nephew told me it's been like fifteen years since you had sex raw is that true" gagged as I was I could only nod " well that shit changes tonight daddy don't fuck with no condoms fags take my cock bare. Is that OK with you? A part of my brain was screaming at me to shake my try to spit out the gag and tell him fuck no but I found myself nodding again instead. "Well that's good. Not like you have much choice now" As I felt him move into position behind me I tensed a little and tried to force myself to relax as I felt the head of his cock touch my ass I tensed again having second thoughts about letting a cock that big into me. From the first seconds he got his head in I knew it was going to take all I had not to scream or cry as my ass tried to accommodate a cock almost as thick as a keystone can but I bit down on the gag and just let it happen When it felt he was about halfway in and that I was going to be ripped in half he stopped pushing in in ad just sat there for a second the told me " it's ok daddy knows it's big but daddy will make it fit" I of course could answer even if I had want Ed to Daddy began fucking me then not to hard just long slow thrusts getting deeper each time in less than a few minutes he was balls deep in me and my ass had finally gotten used to his thick cock so I knew the fun was really about to start. Daddy really started then sometimes going hard and fast sometimes long slow strokes others times pulling it almost all the way fast then shoving all ten inches in has hard and fast as he could. I still felt stretched but was loving every second my own cock had never been Harder After about seven to 10 minutes I felt him tense getting ready to cum " you ready for this fag? Ready for daddy to change your life? : I had no idea what he was talking about but wanting to feel him fill my ass with cum something I hadn't had in far to long. "Here it comes daddy is about to knock your ass up " he said as I felt his whole body tense It seemed he came for forever though probably lasted less than 2 seconds but he pumped lots of cum deep into my body. To my surprise he didn't pull out but went right back to fuck me his cock not going even a little soft " don't worry bitch we ain't done yet. I got at least tone more load for you faggot cunt." He told me as began to fuck me hard again. I ki da lost track of time at that point he kept fucking me reaching down to give me the occasional hit of poppers then I heard another voice " hey man whats going on?" I recognized the voice as belonging to one of the other invited tops. "Just wanted to see if the uncle is as good a fuck as his nephew" daddy replied to the man as he walked into the room " well is he ? " the man asked curiously. " fuck even better much tighter henisnt the slut his little fag nephew or that whore trans bitch are." Was his reply " Wow a nephew and uncle that are both chasers. That's fucking hot" the man did sound like he was surprised " naw this one is just a regular fag doesn't even know I'm poz been to sheltered to recognize my tat" was daddies laughing answer to him I was in full panic mode what they said made it through the poppers and weed. Holy shit this guy guy was poz and not only had I let him fuck me raw he had already cum in me once. I didn't know what to do thought about trying to get up to make him stop but I was tied up and tied up well. I had no chance . Then it hit me it was already to late he had already bread me why try to fight it why not just enjoy the rest of the sex? So that's what I did. The new guy came and sat on the bed near my face it was the first close look I got at him it was one of the white guys he also had a tattoo above his cock. His was the biohazard tattoo that I did definitely recognize. After that I didn't pay much attention to him all I could do is enjoy the massive cock that was really really stretching me out. I was starting to get sore by the time I could feel him get ready to cum again to my own surprise I was excited not scared and as I felt his body tense I could feel a orgasm building in me as well as I felt his second poisoned load go deep into my guys I shot my own load all over the bed. As I felt daddy move from behind me I heard my nephews voice " so it worked uncle Jason did get involved in our little party. Mom was right he couldn't resist,. I looked back and saw him and jenny standing by the door with the rest all still nude. I tried to ask him what he meant but was still gagged luckily the man on the bed untied the gag and I spit out the panties. "What do you mean your mom was right? " I asked him now very confused. She said if we had this party here like this you would end up joining in. He said with a smile. "Even arranged the trip to Vegas to help set it up. This was always a poz party but not for me and jenny daddy pozed us months ago you were the guest of honor though only me jenny and daddy knew that until now" I was really confused this made no sense so I just had to ask him why they would do this why they would want to Well for myself I wanted to do it for you to free you. Let you really enjoy this part of your life not live in fear." He told me moving closer to the bed. " mom on the other hand said it was payback. You managed to cause her to get knocked up this is her returning the favor" I was curious that she had shared parts of the past with him and that she still held the grudge but before I could think more about it my nephew spoke again " Don't worry uncle Jason we can talk more later it's getting late and these other guys probably want a turn on you before we get some sleep." As he sat down on the bed watch he went on its a even bigger day tomorrow another 3 poz tops are coming so is a special guest." As he finished talking I felt one of the other men move in behind me and push his cock into my now very loose very wet ass and I knew he was right it was going to be a long night and I would love every minute of i

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

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

Telling me he is not on meds and is poz🏳️‍🌈⚧🏳️‍🌈

For us up-and -coming wrinklies, masks also have the great advantage of hiding those tell-tale signs of ageing! They get my vote on that strength alone!

You'd be surprised how much dick will fit if you have time to prepare. It has nothing to do with "gritting your teeth and being a man." Anal can be very painful if you're not properly dilated and lubed. There's all sorts of anal plugs that can get you ready. Several Tops I get together with are very experienced and not into causing the Bottom pain. It's your body and as a Bottom you're a participant in any session of sex you choose to be in.

One of my favorite times was with this twisted top. He said get on the bed in the other room and saw it had a rubber sheet and restraints and a hard pillow on it . He said lay over the pillow so its under your hips. As i did he put a blindfold on me and as he was strapping me he whispered in my ears with a heavy breath "Im calling my friends over to use you all night". He then told me " your ass will be filled with cum and piss and you will not refuse" I almost blew a load just hearing that.

Love GH. Last time I stuck my cock through the hole I had a warm mouth on me. Licking and sucking. My cock was rock hard and I was so horny I said (loud enough for him to hear) "back up on me." He did as told and I had a warm wet ass on my cock. I fucked that hole for a bit and couldn't hold back. I shoved deeper inside and shot my load deep in that hole. He grunted as I shot and I was moaning. When my dick softened, I pulled out, got dressed. Thanked him and left! So satisfied!

Which is, of course, the "real" function of gloryholes, per the original post. They remove the other senses, concentrating everything only on the Cock or Hole. When it comes right down to it, who cares if the guy you pass walking down the street is one of them?

I've only experienced gloryholes in saunas, never been lucky enough to come across a public toilet with a gloryhole (maybe I just need to keep searching lol!), but the function for me is simply to have my need for anonymous sex met, but multiple times in a short space of time. For example, going to saunas, you can happily spend 90 minutes in a gloryhole and end up swallowing or getting bred 3-4 times, you have 0 idea who's on the other side and that becomes significant to me personally once I leave. I wonder to myself 'have I walked past one of these men in the street before?', 'Is one of the men someone from work?', 'Have I sat next to one of these men on a train before and now I've had sex with him?'. The anonymous side just creates a whole new element and it drives me wild in a very good way not knowing who just cum in my mouth or arse and it keeps me going back for more 🤪

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!

I have a vague memory of that story. It would have been removed.

not a chub but still no load refused .... as long as a cock is spraying my insides with cum im happy af. but Hot story chub4poz i blew a load to it. : )

When we got to my new home I was still pretty high. As 'Greg' helped me get my things inside I asked, "Where am I going to sleep?" "With me son. I plan on fucking you as much as possible until you convert." The thought of my 'dad' fucking me every day until he was sure I had converted made me smile. We had just finished getting my shit inside when I was told of the house rules. "Son, you're not the only boy living here. I have three others who live here and work for me in my shop. I have a little store that sells adult items, sex toys, videos. You'll go to work there too. The only difference between you and the other boys will be that you're going to be the alpha of the group. That means you'll be dominant over them as I'm dominant over all of you. You ever top son?" "I have topped before, but I prefer to bottom." "That's good to know. Once you've converted you'll be a good lure for neg boys. We can tag team and infect them together." Damn was my Dad twisted. I had only thought about getting the bug and never considered that once I had the big that I could pass it on. I had a couple buds back home I'd love to have come for a visit. "Now for the other house rules. First: no clothing is to be worn inside the house. Second: I can and will fuck you when ever and where ever I want. Third: You will get fucked by anyone I choose. Fourth: As the alpha, you can order the other boys around and that means fucking them as you want, and Fifth and last: We only party once a month and never this hard." The rules were simple to understand. I quickly stripped down and followed my Dad to the back room which I learned was a well equipped dungeon. He had me get on his fuck bench where he resumed fucking me as he made phone calls and sent text messages to his closest friends telling them about me, his actual son, who was now living with him. Within the hour men started to come in the house and each dropped his load in my hole as I began to very slowly come down from my extreme high of the past few days. I had not realized that I had been high (and awake) four nearly three days. I don't know how many of my Dad's friends fucked and seeded my hole cause I eventually crashed and when I woke I was in my Dad's bed with his cock buried inside me and his arm wrapped around me. He must have realized I was awake as he kissed the back of my neck. I wiggled my as on his stiff prick hoping to get some motion, but as he slid his cock out of me I realized how tender my well used cunt was. I did my best but a whimper escaped through my lips. Greg sensed my pain as he whispered to me, "I know you're hurting son, I'll get you something to ease the pain and it will allow me a quick fuck to deposit my load of the day." Greg reached over to his night stand and grabbed what he had referred to, a cream of some sort that he applied to my sore ass lips. The pain quickly faded and soon I was getting a gentle fuck, more of a love making than a fuck, that was very enjoyable. "This is how I pictured you son, me behind you with my arms wrapped around you and my cock sliding in and out of you with a passion between us. I love you son." I turned my head back to look at my Dad as he finished telling me all that I had dreamed to hear from an older man. I just never thought the man wound actually be my father, and as our eyes met, my Dad gave me a loving kiss, our tongues darting into each other's mouth. Later that day I met the other boys of the house. You'll learn about the three guys in the next part of my story. My Dad kept me at home to recover from my introduction to Tina (and the hard fucking I received while on her). A few weeks after I arrived in Chicago, I stared to get really sick. My Dad and the other three guys took care of me as I sero-converted. My Dad looked down at me with a smile (as I felt I was going to die) saying "I may have missed out when your Mom gave birth to you, but now I'm giving birth to a new you, an Poz son who will be by my side as we spread the glorious gift to others."