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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.

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?”

Always proud of his oral skills, Ev's mouth enveloped that magnificent cock. It wasn't just Will's cock, it was Wilhelm's new and improved AIDS cock and that made it even more inspiring. Gradually, he took inch by inch into his mouth, eventually deepthroating the entire 10" and Wilhelm's BULL BALLS were slapping Ev's chin and his nose was buried in sweaty blond pubes, the smell more intoxicating than poppers. The intensity of the experience had Ev salivating like never before. Since he'd be getting fucked with only spit for lube, this was a necessary turnon. Reluctantly releasing Will's/Wilhelm's cock, he said, "You need to know, I won't be cumming tonight!" Slightly confused, Will said, "I'm sure you have your reasons. Would you share them with me? How will you keep yourself from cumming?" Feeling the need for complete honesty, Ev declared, "I want the next load I shoot to carry our strain, whether it be in a poz guy looking for an upgrade or a chaser looking for the ultimate. As for not cumming, I have 2 methods, I envision an ugly woman naked, her cunt is monstrous and has teeth, otherwise, I twist my balls!" "Ev, your reasons are perfectly understandable! Actually, it makes me want to fuck you even more! You're just what I needed and I know it sounds weird, but it feels like Greg sent you to me." Will confessed. Taking charge, Ev commanded, "Assume the pose in Wilhelm's pic and fuck me!" He locked his arms around his knees, offering his hairy ass. Without waiting, Will's/Wilhelm's magnificent was penetrating his pucker. "Ram it in! Keep thrusting until your balls deep! Tear my ass! Fuck me, Wilhelm and give me your med resistant AIDS strain! Let's whisper shout, lest we cause a disturbance." With the hunger of a feral creature, Will/Wilhelm entered Ev relentlessly as if he were a predator and Ev was his prey. "Fuck, your ass is wonderful! So tight, wet and responsive! Take every fucking inch of my death cock, because it's what you're made for!" Pulling Ev in, he thrust his tongue into his mouth and they swapped spit! They broke the kiss. "Ev, this is so beyond mere fucking! It's med resistant AIDS lovemaking and for as long as we have this, you're my lover!" "You're so right!" Ev said through the delicious pain. "This IS med resistant AIDS lovemaking. When I first saw the magazine, I never imagined we'd be lovers. Now, fuck your lover and knock me up with your med resistant AIDS cum! I love your BULL BALLS slapping my ass! Full of your noxious nectar!" He whisper shouted. Suddenly, he felt Will's/Wilhelm's cock pulsate. "Uuugghh, yes!" He grunted as he climaxed. Nine, ten ropes of deathjizz shot into Ev's ass. The smile on Ev's face was half angelic and half demonic but for Will, it was definitely bliss personified. "I'm usually good for 2 more loads, but fuck this took my energy away!" "No need for energy when I can be an active bottom!" Ev declared. "Pull out." He suggested and Will did as he was told, easing his still hard cock out of Ev's ass. Naturally, it was tinged with blood, cum and assjuices. Seeing it in it's med resistant AIDS glory, Ev couldn't help but lick it clean. "Thank you for letting me worship your med resistant AIDS cock! Yummy!" To be continued

I lay on the bed in the dark bedroom, my legs half up, my hole front and center. The only light came from the television where a hot Italian from NY wearing scrubs pushed a giant but plug into an angel-faced Twink on a hospital gurney. It was one of my favorite porn scenes, but it barely registered. My mind was a tangle of feelings, fleeting thoughts, and dark desires. I was still high from the booty bumps and the endorphin rush of what my daddy had just done to my hole. I felt the absence of the giant dildo deep in my hole like a newly-discovered phantom limb. It was an ache of something I’d lost, and although it was the first time I’d ever felt it, it felt like the loss of something essential that I needed and that always been with me. Little did I know that Mark had changed me permanently. More than 25 years later I would still remember that feeling and still feel the loss of the dildo from my hole every day, no matter how many other men reached near that spot. When I masturbated, could rarely come without thinking about it. He had found the core of me, stretched it, hurt it, and then healed it with crystal and his raw animal lust. And animal lust was where I was headed, lying in that bed next to Mark. He completely ignored me, engrossed in the action on screen as the top was now wearing long rubber gloves and deep fisting the twink. He stroked his meat with one hand while he smoked a cigarette with the other, adding to the faint haze in the room. He often did this, both giving me a chance to rest but also a chance for the need to grow. Timing a fuck was his special power. After what may have been 15 minutes or 30–by this point my head was well outside time and space— I did pass through the immediate experience. And there it was again—the phantom limb feeling became a need to be fucked again and soon turned into a nearly ravenous hunger for more. As I began touching my ass and playing with my nipples, Mark turned to me. “My bitch is in heat again.” Pointing to his cock, “Thank me with your hot mouth,” he commanded. I crawled between his legs, back arched and ass in the air, my posture begging him to use me. I sucked his cock, licked his balls, using my tongue in a desperate effort to give him pleasure. I cleaned the crisco off his tool, the same crisco that he had used on my ass. It tasted of my ass, his cigarettes, and probably bits of the Tina he used on me. When he was hard, I licked his shaft up and down, my tongue fluttering around his cock head in an effort to please him. He said nothing, just pushed my head down to his asshole while he took up pleasuring his own cock. His asshole still tasted of saliva from my last service maybe an hour ago, mixed with his sweat from the lines of Tina he had done as well as spots of the ubiquitous crisco, which by that point was everywhere on the bed and on our bodies. I cleaned all of it off with my tongue, lightly lapping around his anal ring. Once that was done, I fluted my tongue and darted up his hole, moving it around the inside. He said nothing—daddy never gave praise for me doing what he considered my basic service—but I knew I was doing a good job because he moved his legs up, giving me better access. He was in no rush, slowly jacking his cock while watching fisting porn, enjoying the feeling of a much younger twink worshiping his daddy hole. After what felt like 30 minutes of my serving him, the ravenous need in my hole began to overwhelm me. And that is when I began to really beg him. This was the part he loved, when the hot twink whose hole he commanded, began to work my way up his body, kissing and licking and whispering “Please, sir, please fuck my hole.” I would lick and suck his cock, pleasure his asshole, and then lightly tongue worship his thighs, stomach and nipples. He continued to ignore me, and just pointed at his hole. My tongue dove in deep, the desperation to please him so he would stretch me again overwhelming my endorphin-and-Tina-addled brain. I know it looked obscene. The young twink, dark blonde hair plastered with sweat, face shiny with drops of crisco and beads of sweat, mouth wide open, lips locked onto the older man’s asshole, his twink tongue probing deep as he could in a desperate attempt to give the older man pleasure. I also knew that there was no question who was serving whom here—this wasn’t like the Black top from Baltimore the week before at the bathhouse, who insisted he as the top would eat the pussy he fucked. He wasn’t letting my mouth stray from its deep throating of his cock. Only he, as the man, would enter me. And the next time my mouth was used by him was with his big fingers chocking down my throat me as he slammed his fat 10 inches into my ass over and over. No, this was more depraved and turned me on more. This was me deep cleaning the orifice my daddy used to expel waste. It was always clean—the most Mark was into scat was the obvious degradation I felt expelling the many, many enemas he gave me to start out the night on the toilet in front of him. But the implication was in the background of why he loved to make me serve him: I served as my daddy’s whore, my mouth cleaning the orifices he used to piss and shit. After another long round of even more enthusiastic tongue worship of his ass, my tongue going as deep as I could, he finally spoke. “Turn around and show me that hole,” he commanded. I eagerly got into position, my head down on the bed, legs spread wide, back arched and ass up. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart showing Mark his latest handwork. Immediately I felt his fingers roughly enter me, toying and playing, sawing in and out. I let out a low whine and backed up, body writhing in pleasure. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I heard him say, “I’ve got you all warmed up now.” I just moaned and tried to take more of his fingers into my now nearly flaming pussy. I then felt him take his cock and roughly ram it into my hole. I started to lose balance so I took my hands away from my asscheeks and used them to steady myself on the bed. “Special treat for you now,” he said darkly, and that’s when I felt his warm chempiss squirting against the inside of my hole. Almost immediately the familiar warmth and tingle of the Tina-saturated liquid began to take me higher. The pleasure was so intense I started to wiggle and moan. Then I felt a sharp slap on my ass. “Stay still cunt, don’t you lose a drop of my hot piss,” Daddy commanded, “Keep that stomach down so it can get deep inside you.” I pushed my stomach down and immediately the piss flowed into my inner ring, which felt much more open after his deep intense toy fuck. His piss was going much deeper than it ever had before. The warmth and tingling brought incredible pleasure, and the hunger to be used, already intense, took on a darker dimension. All I could think about was my hole and having it used and abused. I didn’t care how stretched open he made it, I just wanted it destroyed. Daddy finished with a satisfied grunt, and I felt him push a medium-sized plug in. The plug slid in easily, its diameter much smaller than what had been in there not long before. “Gonna have to get you a bigger one, you hungry hole,” I head Daddy say, “Pussy is getting too loose for that one.” I started to turn to lie on the bed when I felt him deliver a super hard slap on my ass. I startled and my hole clamped like a vise around the ring of the diodo. “Stay still, bitch, and let that all get deep inside you,” he commanded, “You don’t move until I say so.” Mark leaned back, stroking his meat, and started watching porn. He stuck one foot out, his toes toying with my Tina shriveled cock and balls, occasionally pressing hard against the plug lodged in my ass. I put my head and stomach down, ass up, and waited.

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.

Chaper 51: Pozzed Well it wasn't me, but the boy that we met at the campground with his Sir sent me a message saying that he had converted. He seemed so happy and I was happy for him. I knew deep in my heart, I wanted to be like him. He asked if I was still on Prep and I said yes. He said he'd love to blow his toxic load in me even though I was. We had made an amazing friendship at the campground and I was confident that after we got together again with my dad and his Sir, I would make my final decision. I suggested that the 4 of us get together at the campground again, and he said his Sir would contact my dad to set it up. My dad told mom that he had planned another bonding weekend, and this time it was an amusement park. Of course that was the "amusement park" at the campground! We met for friend and his Sir there, and his Sir suggested the boys take one cabin, and my dad and him take the other. My friend was smart and told his Sir that I was still on the fence about becoming poz, and he was confident that he could convince me to go off of it. We retreated to our cabins and immediately stripped and I began to hug and kiss my friend, congratulating him on becoming poz. He told me the conversion was tough with the fuck flu that lasted a week. He continued by saying his dad helped him through it though. I asked him how, and his dad constantly filled him with his seed. He said his dad was different now though. He wasn't just getting fucked, but his dad was making love to him during conversion. I told him that my dad had taught him the difference between the two, and I loved it both ways. My friend said his dad was still a pig though, as after he was over the fuck flu, his dad had another group session with his poz friends that were at his conversion party, plus a few more. Both of our cocks were rock hard now, and my friend said let's have sex. I agreed and he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, or make love to me? I said why not both? Our first session was a wild fuck fest with plenty of verbal poz talk. We didn't even have time to set up the sling, but we had sex throughout the cabin. My friend told me for this session, i was to refer to him as Sir and as such he would address me however he wished We fucked in the kitchen, over the counter and on the table. We fucked on the sofa and ended up in the bed. I suspected that we were moving around so that my friend could edge in me to make it a much longer session. There was nothing romantic about this round of sex, in fact the poz talk was even more intense than the role play my dad and I had. Once he had shot his toxic load in me, he plugged my ass, and we cuddled and kissed in the bed. His first words were my toxic seed will now grow in you, and you will be mine forever. These are the exact words I knew my dad would say when and if he converted me.

This is a continuation of the junkie hooker stories and the Mall Book Store stories that can be found here: So here it goes: The pastors daughter I was walking down the street, feeling like crap after leaving the doctor's office. It was cold and raining, and I was already regretting not bringing a jacket. I could hear someone calling out in the distance, and as I got closer, I realized it was a young woman handing out flyers and bibles. I recognised her. She was the daughter of the pastor of the church my Ex-Wife went to. She was a little chubby, with thick legs, brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and freckles. Her face lit up as she saw me approaching, and I could tell she recognized me. "You're from the church, right?" she asked, and I nodded. "Cornelia's husband?" she continued. "Ex-husband," I corrected her, feeling a twinge of pain in my chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, looking embarrassed. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories." "It's okay," I said, trying to sound casual. "It's been a while." We stood there in silence for a moment, the rain pouring down around us. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. "Are you okay?" she asked, breaking the silence. "I'm just a little under the weather," I admitted. "I was actually on my way home to rest." "Rest?" she echoed, and I could tell she was trying to think of a way to help. "Hey, my mother makes the best chicken soup. It always helps me when I'm sick. Maybe I could bring some over once I'm finished here. It's not much, but it's hot, and it might make you feel better." I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I wanted to accept the offer. But as she stood there, looking at me with those innocent brown eyes, I found myself nodding. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Okay, it might take me a little while, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, handing me a flyer before hurrying off into the rain. I watched her go, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion. What was it about her that made me feel so... off-kilter? Maybe it was the way she seemed genuinely interested in my well-being, or maybe it was just the fact that she was so damn innocent. Whatever it was, I found myself looking forward to her return, wondering what else she might have to offer. I stumbled back to my apartment after leaving the doctor's office, feeling like death warmed over. I knew I had a visitor coming over later, but my foggy brain couldn't quite remember who or when. As soon as I walked through the door, I stripped off my wet clothes and collapsed onto the bed, hoping to sleep off whatever was plaguing me. But before I could even close my eyes, I was startled awake by a loud knock at the door. I groaned and stumbled to my feet, barely registering that I was completely naked. Who could possibly be coming over now? I flung open the door, squinting against the harsh light of the hallway, and came face to face with Maria. "Oh, hi," I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "I didn't realize you were coming over." "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, her eyes flicking down to my bare chest, and then a little deeper, and deeper, and then quickly away again. I suddenly became acutely aware of my nudity and scrambled to find something to cover myself with. "Sorry, sorry," I muttered, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around my waist. "I wasn't expecting anyone. I forgot you wanted to come." Maria bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle. "I can see that," she said, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," I repeated, feeling like a fool. "I'm not really myself today." "It's okay," she said, her smile turning sympathetic. "I brought you some soup, like I promised." I looked down at the container in her hands, feeling a sudden surge of gratitude. "Thank you," I said, taking the soup from her. "You didn't have to do that." "It's no problem," she said, her eyes shining. "I'm just happy to help." I suddenly realized that I was still half-naked in front of this sweet, innocent girl, and I couldn't help but wonder what she thought of me. As if reading my mind, she glanced down at my towel-wrapped waist and then quickly back up again, her cheeks turning pink. "Sorry again," I said, feeling like a total idiot. "It's fine," she said, still blushing. "I should go. I hope you feel better soon." But then she hesitated. "Do you have anyone taking care of you?" she asked, looking concerned. I shook my head. "No," I said, my Girlfriend was out of town this week again, but I didn't mention her to Maria. "In that case, I'll stay and make sure you're okay," she said firmly, pushing past me into the apartment. I blinked in surprise, not sure what to make of her sudden determination to take care of me. "But what about your plans?" I asked, trying to dissuade her. "They can wait," she said firmly, already setting about making the soup. I watched her move around my kitchen, her dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness. Maybe it was the fever talking, but I suddenly found myself wanting to get to know this girl better. I retreated into my room to put some clothes on, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, sick, half-naked, and being taken care of by a woman I barely knew. When I emerged from my room, Maria had set the table and was pouring soup into a bowl. "Looks delicious," I said, sitting down across from her. "It's my mom's recipe," she said, smiling. "I added a few spices, but otherwise, it's all her." I took a bite and was surprised at how good it was. "Wow, this is amazing," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I'm glad you like it," she said, looking pleased. We ate in silence for a few minutes, savouring the soup and enjoying each other's company. "Feeling better?" she asked, a smile on her lips. "Yeah, I think so," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Thanks to you." Maria's smile widened, and I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her. But before I could act on the impulse, she spoke again. "So, tell me about yourself," she said. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to this almost stranger. But as she sat there, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, I found myself opening up to her in a way I hadn't done with anyone else in a long time. I told her about my failed marriage, my struggles with depression, and my job as a corporate crook who legally swindles people out of her money. I told her about the junkie hookers, the mall book store hookups, the boys my girlfriend, and I were seducing. It just poured all out of me. I expected her to be uncomfortable or running away screaming. I mean, she is the innocent 19 year old daughter of a pastor, and I'm a 42 year old sex craved pervert, but instead, she listened with rapt attention, nodding and asking questions. As I talked, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to her. Her kindness and innocence were just a small part of what drew me to her; it was also the way she seemed to understand me on a level that no one else ever had. She didn't judge me. She didn't flinch .... it was not what I was expecting from a good Christian girl. When I finished, she sat back in her chair, a look of deep concern on her face. "I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to touch my hand. "That all sounds really hard." I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her, to feel her soft lips against mine, but I held back. I was afraid the judgment would start then. "Thanks," I said, pulling my hand away gently. "It's been a tough couple of years." "Well, I'm here for you," she said, her eyes searching mine. "Whenever you need me." She leaned in closer. "However you need me." At that moment, I knew I had to kiss her. I leaned in, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, and pressed my lips to hers. For a moment, she didn't respond. But then she leaned in, deepening the kiss, and I felt a rush of emotion coursing through my body. We broke apart, gasping for air, and I looked into her eyes, seeing the same desire and longing that I felt. "I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty for kissing her. "It is okay," she said. Then she continued: "I just want to help people," she said simply. "I feel like there's so much pain and suffering in the world, and I want to do my part to make it a little better. And for me, that means sharing the love of God with others. And this is a way of sharing that love. I want to share that love that way. I want to be loved ..." She stood up and started to undress, looking at me with that brown innocent eyes. Like god is telling her to sleep with me? Who am I to say no to that? I already had a hard on and the flu was forgotten. After some seconds she stood naked in front of me. She was unshaved. The Freckles went down her chest with her small perky tits. "I think god send me here for a reason today. It wasn't random Chance we met on the street today. And when you opened the door that way, I knew what God wants of me." I gulped. That was a little crazy, even for me. But I was horny. "What does God want of you?" "To loose my virginity to you, so I can help you find the right path again." Her eyes shone with fire, with conviction. She believed what she said. And I'm always one to respect the beliefs of others. "If you want that, I will do that." She smiled. She took me by the hand, pulled me from the stool, and led me to the bedroom. She lay down and spread her legs. I could see that she was already wet. I undressed and her eyes widened, as she saw my rock hard 8 inch Cock. "Will that hurt?", she asked, a little unsure. "It is your first time. I think it will. You wanna stop?" She shook her head. "I need this", she said. I climbed on top of her. My big hairy belly brushing over her soft skin. As I leaned in to kiss Maria, I could feel the heat radiating off her body. The softness of her lips pressed against mine, and I let out a small sigh of contentment. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me, feeling her curves against my body. The kiss deepened as our tongues met, and I could taste the sweetness of her breath. Maria's fingers traced along the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I ran my hand through her hair, feeling its silkiness under my fingertips. The soft moans escaping her lips only made me want her more. I rolled over, bringing her on top of me as we continued to kiss passionately. Our bodies intertwined, and I felt my desire for her intensify with each passing moment. As we pulled away from the kiss, we gazed into each other's eyes, both of us breathless and wanting more. Marias hands began to stroke my body slowly, caressing my haity chest and big stomach. She moved her hands lower, running them down my thighs, before moving further south towards my cock. She grabbed hold of it, stroking it softly while gazing up at me. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft, and I knew that she wanted me inside of her. Slowly she lowered herself onto it, feeling the large head push into her tight pussy. As I entered her, I groaned, and she flinched. "It is big", she said, struggling with the size. I grabbed her soft hips and pushed her down. Her wet pussy slid down my cock. I felt something rip inside her. She screamed and clinched. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't try to pull out. I started thrusting my hips, penetrating deeper into her. I grunted in pleasure as I fucked her. I could see blood smearing around our hips. She really was a virgin. She struggled to breathe, but she didn't complain. "Fuck me", she said softly. "I need your big dick inside of me." I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, driving my cock harder into her. That made her scream more. I could see pleasure and pain mixed in her face. "Yes", I said as I kissed her neck. "You are a sweet innocent girl, aren't you?" I pounded her harder. I could feel the muscles of her inner walls squeezing me, milking me with every thrust. "Please", she begged, tears in her eyes. "Shh", I whispered, "Don't talk." Her screams turned into soft moans as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy. I had never felt anything like it. I just kept fucking her, unable to stop myself. Her screams turned to moans and whimpers. She was still crying, but they were less frantic now. I picked up speed, pounding her faster and harder. I could feel her juices and her blood run down my balls, mixing with my own sweat. I groped her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her moaning increased, and I felt her pussy get tighter. "Oh god yes", she said, biting her lip, her teary eyes closed. I felt her tense up, and I knew she was going to cum. She panted harder, her eyes wide open. She gasped louder and harder, and I knew she was having an orgasm. I kept pumping her, getting close, too. "I'm cumming", she said, panting heavily. "I'm gonna cum!" I exploded inside of her. I shot rope after rope of cum deep into her womb. "Ahhhhhhhh!", she screamed, arching her back. Then she collapsed on top of me, gasping for air. We lay there, catching our breaths. After a few minutes, she sat up and gave me a sheepish grin. "That was amazing", she said. I laughed. I couldn't help it. "No kidding", I replied. "I have never cum so hard in my life." She giggled, which only made me laugh even harder. Than her eyes opened in shock. "I'm not on birth control". My laughter stopped instantly. "I'm sorry", she said quickly. "I should have told you." I nodded, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Don't worry about it", I said, "I know what to do." I took my phone and took a photo of her naked. Now that I had that, I could maybe share her with other guys, put any pregnancy on them. She looked at me angry. "What are you doing?" "Just making sure that I remember you", I said, "So I don't forget you." She rolled her eyes and started to dress. Slowly, the bliss on her face went away, and she looked worried. "Maybe that was a mistake ... maybe God didn't want me to ..." "Relax," I said, grabbing her hand, "We are both happy, aren't we?" She nodded. "And if you are pregnant, we will take care of it." She looked relieved. I took her in my arms and she relaxed more. "I'm yours know, I feel it", she said. We went back to bed and had some more sex, before she had to go home to her Pastor Daddy. I had to teach her so much. We met in secret every day for the next three weeks. Until she got the flu and had to stay home. That's when I got a call from the doctors office. I had to come in to get some results of a blood test, and they wanted to talk to me about it. So I went in, sitting. "I'm sorry to tell you this," the Doc said, "But you are HIV positive." To be continued (do I have to move to the bug chasing section now?).

Part 6 I woke up with images of last night flashing like a strobe light in my brain, with an accompanying audio the voice of Marcus and his haunting words “Your world changes tomorrow”. I’m trying to process everything I did and said last night and I’m struggling to reconcile it all. I like to wear panties and a butt plug and hide it from everyone. Sure, part of the thrill is the remote possibility that I’m discovered. But how the hell did some random black dude know? And how did he know about my secret obsession with big black cocks? I thought I could always repress my fantasies deep enough that they would never bubble up to the awkward surface. But the first time I see a real BBC, I turn into a little bitch boy? Ok, it WAS a magnificent cock and it got as hard as steel. I mean my cock gets hard, but not that hard. And what the fuck was that shit I smoked? It wasn’t hash for sure. I’ve never been so horny in my life. That shit changed me. How does he know my number and where I live? I’ve never seen him before. And what am I going to do about tonight?!? I work a half day and come up with a plan to get out of this. Well, kinda. Marcus and Keith want to tag team me tonight. They both have huge cocks and they are going to do whatever they want to me so I have weigh the possibility of getting injured and an embarrassing ER visit…against an incredible opportunity to live out a huge fantasy of mine. I’ve only had modest sized toys in my ass and I’ve never really “pounded” myself either. I’ve decided to go with them under a few conditions. First, they have to go slow. I mean nobody is going to have a good time if I’m choking and throwing up at one end and bleeding from the other. Second, we’ll have a safe word. Third, they have to wear condoms and finally, I am not doing any drugs. That made me lose all inhibitions and I want to remember my first, and maybe only, experience. If they don’t agree, I’ll take an Uber back home. At 7pm, I’ve cleaned out and up, have all my girl stuff in a big duffel bag and I’m dressed in guy clothes…with white cheeky panties and a small butt plug. My phone dings and it’s a text from Marcus. “Your ride is downstairs, sissy.” “Yessir” Outside there’s a black Lexus with dark tint so I can’t see Marcus, but he sees me with the bag and he pops the trunk. I get in the passenger side and it’s not Marcus who’s driving. “Well you’re not the usual type,” says a well-dressed black woman. “I’m Traci and you’re Jamie.” “Yes, good to meet you. Where’s Marcus?” “I work for him and I’m going to help you get ready for tonight. We have to make one stop before we get to the room. We have to get you some slutty makeup, sissy.” She giggles a little and looks over at me. “How old are you, darlin?” “Fifty two” “Damn. What in the world is he doing?” She said with her voice drifting off at the end. I didn’t think she really wanted an answer so I sat quietly. After about 10 minutes we were heading into a rough part of the city. She pulls into a Family Dollar parking lot and we’re soon walking through the front door. It, and all the windows were thick plexiglass protected by steel bars. I follow Trish over to the makeup section and she moves me into the light and holds up a few different shades of foundation to my face. “Pick out a red lipstick and then go match it to a nail polish. You need a really slutty red, sissy,” she says loud enough to hear two aisles away! I look down at the floor and walk over to the lipstick. As I am leaning in to get a better look, I hear someone say “over there” and see two black teens pointing at me from down the aisle. How embarrassing. I pick two lipsticks and look for the nail polish. Trish tells me it’s one aisle over and when I find it, the two black kids are there, smiling. “Need some help, faggot?” “You gonna get that black pipe tonight, sissy?” “Get the fuck outta my way.” I say as Trish rounds the corner. “Move along fellas. Don’t hurt the fag, Marcus got big plans for this sissy.” “Marcus? Fer real?” “Aight then” She takes the lipstick and nail polish from me and says, “Nah nah. We’re gonna go with pink. Neon pink for you. Marcus loves to see all that pink around his big cock.” Again, loud enough for most of the store to hear. She makes me pay for everything and her and the cashier had a few laughs at my expense. We get back in the Lexus and five minutes later we pull into the lot of a small motel. It looks like a Section 8 motel that needs some attention. She parks in front of the unit on the end and uses a keycard to open the door. Trish: “Marcus has an arrangement with the owner. This is his suite.” It was like we walked through a twilight zone door. We entered into a big living room and then the huge master bedroom with a bed that was bigger than a king bed and a big bathroom with a well-lit vanity. Trish walked toward the small kitchen and told me to unpack my bag on the bed so she could see what all I had. I put everything neatly separated on the bed as she walked in and handed me an open bottle of grape Gatorade. “You’re in for a long night so you need to stay hydrated. Sip this one slowly.” It has a metallic taste to it and I look at the purple liquid. “Don’t worry. I added something to help with your nerves.” She quickly goes through my collection of panties, lingerie and the few outfits I have and tells me to get the duffel bag. “None of this works. Put it all back in the bag and go take a shower and take the lotion on the sink and put it on everywhere. Then we’ll get you dressed.” I had already shaved my body this afternoon so when I get in the shower, I’m running my hands over my smooth legs and butt. Whatever was in that Gatorade was making me squeeze my ass cheeks hard, imagining it was Marcus.

Very hot and unique story. I"ve seen stories from the top's point of view and from the bottom's point of view, but this is almost told from the virus's point of view!

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)

Becoming a Poz Fuck Slave (Part 1) Shortly after my 19th birthday, I had just gotten dumped by my boyfriend of 3 years after he caught me cheating on him with two of his teammates from the lacrosse team, taking one cock in my hole and the other down my throat. He had been the only guy I’d ever had sex with (up until the lacrosse boys) and while we used condoms for the first month or so, we eventually said fuck it and started going bareback exclusively, and once I had experienced the glories of bareback sex, I couldn’t go back to using condoms. Even the sex with the lacrosse boys was all bare. I was fully aware of the risks of bareback sex and I had no desire at all to become poz, but I figured that since I was a smart kid I could just know who not to get fucked by. The poz ones should be obvious right? In hopes of getting away from the now-ex, I decided to get a new job and move to the city near the town I grew up in and just start fresh. I moved into the extra bedroom of an old high school friend of mine who’d moved to the city a few years ago and got myself situated into my new job and my new life. Over the next few months, I went on a couple dates and also hit up some of the clubs and had a few one night stands here and there (all bare of course), and was slowly coming to the conclusion that I found the random sex much more satisfying than the emotional aspects of the dates I was going on. One day, I was cruising through the craigslist ads when one caught my eye: Master seeking new fucktoy - 30 Greetings boy. I’m in the market for a new fucktoy after my last one moved away to a new city. You will submit to me completely and be my willing slave and will do anything I command of you. If you are inexperienced, that’s fine, I will train you in the proper way to serve and submit to me. But this is not some one time thing where you leave whenever you want. When you submit to being my slave, you will be mine until I determine that you may go. If you’re ready and willing to totally submit yourself to me, then reply with an email with “Fuck Slave Application” in the subject line and include your age, stats, pics (both face and nude, making sure to show every part of you including your cock, ass, and hole), any experience you have, and your HIV status. Following all these instructions to the letter is very important and will indicate whether or not you are ready to serve me. Attached to the post were several pictures of this amazingly hot guy. He was white, tall, probably around 6’, had a muscular build, dark brown hair, and while the pics didn’t show his cock, the bulge in his underwear was sizable. I finished reading the ad and staring at the pictures and realized that my cock was hard as a rock and that I had started rubbing my crotch without even realizing it. Fuck this guy was hot and that ad was amazing. I had almost no experience with anything like this, but I knew that I had to reply to this ad. Something in my gut told me that it was what I needed to do, so I sent him an email following all his instructions to the letter, mentioned that I had no experience outside of being handcuffed once while being fucked by my ex, proudly mentioned my neg status, and included the best pics I could find of my tight bubble butt, my slim frame, and my 7 inch uncut cock. He only took about 15 minutes to reply: “Greetings boy. You’ve shown promise so far by following all of my instructions exactly. Are you truly ready to submit to me? You must be willing to obey me always and never question my commands. You will be a lesser being, undeserving of many of the rights and privileges to which you may have become accustomed. You will have some leeway during your training, since you are inexperienced, but once your training is complete all infractions and disobedience will be met with swift and severe punishment. Can you handle this boy?” I couldn’t believe it. Despite how extreme it all sounded, something in me knew that this was my place in life. This is what I was meant to do. So I replied saying that it was exactly what I wanted and asked how things would proceed from here. This was his reply: “From this moment forward you are now my slave-in-training. You will continue with whatever living arrangements you have for now, but ultimately you will become my live-in slave. You no longer have a name when in my presence or the presence of those I may share you with. You will simply be referred to as slave, or any other title I deem appropriate. I am Master Steve, but you will only refer to me as sir or master. In my home, slaves are not worthy of clothing, so as soon as you enter you will immediately strip off all of your clothing and will put on a collar I provide for you. Until you are naked you may not address or even look at me. You will come to my house at the address below this evening. You will knock on my door at precisely 8pm and you will be in my custody until noon tomorrow. DO NOT be late, slave, or you will be punished.” I got very excited at all of this until I looked at the clock and realized that 8pm was only 30 minutes away and his address put him at a 25 minute drive! Not even having time to shower I threw on my shoes and ran out the door. To be continued.... (Part 2: Slave’s First Visit)

I don't believe this has ever been studied. That said, as a topic analgesic for mouth sores, it probably would have some pain-lessening effect on such lesions. THAT SAID, this isn't going to promote the lesion healing faster; it's just going to mask the pain, which means you could end up making things much, much worse. If you're sexually active enough to get a lesion on your asshole, let it heal before you dive back in.

Speaking as someone on the outside: the moderators (as you note, all unpaid volunteers) don't have time to read every post on this site. They rely, therefore, on the reports of other users as to problematic content. So if an alert user notices post A that violates the rules, but doesn't happen across post B, A is going to get removed (and possibly a penalty levied), and B is not. That's not because the mods are playing favorites for B. Another point is that the rules have changed, over time - discussion of deliberate pozzing and bug chasing, for instance, is now restricted to the Backroom areas, whereas at one point, some years ago, it was not. It wasn't practical, when the rules changed, to go through tens or hundreds of thousands of posts on this site looking for anything that might break the new rules, and it would have necessitated moving a huge percentage of existing threads into the backroom even if the thread topic itself was fine for the main areas. A related issue is that when the site was laid out, the Health Forum included a huge number of topics about why people bareback, why people take the risk, etc. - but that was long before PrEP and when serosorting was the only option for lowering (but by no means eliminating) risk while barebacking. Barebacking, itself, is no longer highly dangerous *if* one is on PrEP, and so all the people boasting about how much better raw feels, how they're raw sluts who won't take condoms, etc. have zero to do with health at all. Ideally, they'd all be moved to another section of the forum so that "Health" would be about "Health" and people wouldn't be inspired to create off-topic threads there. That's the nature of change, both in real-world circumstances and in online rules. Roll with the punches as best you can.

Yes it is. I did acknowledge that. Thank you for citing the actual post. I wanted to embellish and personalize it.

Best story on here hands down . I can’t wait to find out about the party

Before it was wrecked by 3 guys fisting me in a sling.

I grew up in a still quite racist city. As an academically exceptional student, I was targeted, villified, by some racist fucks, teachers mostly, but we students considered ourselves too intellectual to care about race. (Srudies have repeatedly shown the correlation between low IQ and racism.) I remember being in Spain with a friend, RIP, who ordered a burger in a paella restaurant. I insisted he order something local. That's been my mindset for the past three decades in NYC. There is just too many fine ass men here to stick to one or two or three races. I have learned much and taught much from a variety of nationalities. I tried to count but only got to 25 different countries. I can't imagine how impoverished my sense of self would be if i kept the mindset of my childhood Midwestern childhood. No regrets.

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.

My other half has a diaper abdl fetish. I don't. My introduction to them came at the hands of the heavy fisting and large toys I am constantly getting. I have long had to sleep on towels after use, especially at multi-day events or sex resort stays. I reached a point last year wher i needed a diaper i was so loose and gaped. Then, following a multi-day use event I had an accident at work. I was surprised at my reaction though. I was actually turned on by the fact I was so stretched out and open that i shit myself. Now I welcome diapers as a sign of the level of loose fist/big toy pig i am. I have to hose out everyday but it's worth it for the pleasure I get being stuffed and stretched. After this year's CLAW is had been so heavily fucked and, fisted and double fisted that i gaped for a full two day after. I was stoked and can't wait to see how much longer I can make the gape last as I head out for 4 days of Fist Fest. Diapers have become a prt of my slack ass life and i'm more than ok with it. I've fully embraced it and them the goal of my ass cavern experience.

Two loads

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

Chapter 3: Final Chapter Austin opens his mouth to say something but any attempt at words is lost as Javier closes the door before striding over to the bed. He swiftly pins the hand covering Austin’s cock to the bed and goes in, taking the small cock in his mouth effortlessly. Austin cries out and then claps a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds that seem to flow out with no restraint. He can hardly believe what’s happening, that Javier is sucking his cock, and he can hardly believe that he’s letting him. He’s not even trying to protest. Javier’s tongue swirls around Austin’s cock, tugging and pulling it as if his tongue were a finger and Austin’s mind is quickly drawing blank from the feeling. His mouth is warm and feels so good wrapped around his cock, it’s difficult not to finish right then and there. Austin’s hips start to move, and Javier doesn’t try to stop him – it’s not like Austin can gag him anyway. Austin is still trying to keep his mouth covered but he finds his hand slipping occasionally to run over Javier’s head, and soon enough, he gives up entirely as he finds purchase in Javier’s hair. He can barely keep his eyes open, struggling to keep some control over himself instead of letting the sensation of his cock being sucked take over. There’s the distinct sound of a bottle being opened, and Austin manages to look down just as Javier brings two lubed fingers to his hole. Austin moans softly when he sees the fingers, and then louder when he feels both enter, stretching him as wide as Blake can with four fingers. Javier’s other hand is wrapped around one of his thighs, pulling it down to open him up more – something Austin didn’t know was possible – while Javier's head bobs up and down in time with the way Austin’s hips move. Javier’s thick long fingers find little resistance inside of Austin’s hot hole and soon a third finger is added, and the stretch has Austin throwing himself back into the pillows, spine arching sharply, and head buried. He knows Javier is delaying the inevitable, somehow Javier is very aware that the second he touches Austin’s prostate, it’ll be over in an instant and he’s just drawing this out for as long as possible. Then the pads of Javier’s fingers find it and they are merciless as they rub in tandem, all three moving on it with just the right amount of force that Austin feels sparks in his nerve endings and fire in his belly. He tries to warn Javier that he’s about to come but all that comes out are high-pitched whines before finally he finds his release. His spend floods Javier’s mouth and to Austin’s surprise, Javier doesn’t move to let go or spit it out, instead he holds himself in place and swallows every drop. Austin then feels Javier’s tongue gently stroking his soft cock, likely cleaning up whatever was left behind; the gentle touches make him jerk slightly from overstimulation. His body is pleasantly buzzed and mind hazy from pleasure. Through half open eyes he watches Javier stand as his fingers retract from his hole, the emptiness draws a low whine out of Austin and makes Javier chuckle. “I told Blake I was coming to make sure you’re alright, so this will have to be quick,” says Javier in a low rumbling voice that sends a shiver down Austin’s spine. Javier opens the fly of his jeans and Austin can now see properly the tattoo he peeked at earlier – it’s definitely a scorpion’s tail, the detail is phenomenal, he can see each individual section that makes up the tail and the stinger itself is menacing even as ink. The colour is mesmerizing, a gorgeous mix of red and gold and brown. He wants to see more. “Can I see the rest of the tattoo?” he asks, his voice soft. Javier nods and pulls down his navy-blue boxers enough that Austin can properly see the rest of the scorpion; the immense detail extends from the tail to the pincers, Austin muses that whoever did it must’ve had a real one nearby to use as inspiration. The colouring is just as beautiful on the body as the tail, this time with a little more shading to make the otherwise dull parts of a scorpion stick out sharply. It’s beautiful. “Three years,” Javier says, answering the question he’s all too familiar with. “Pardon?” “Three years positive,” Javier clarifies. “I got stung about three years ago.” Austin makes a quiet noise of affirmation, understanding exactly what Javier meant; he wants to ask more but feels this isn’t the time and honestly, he’s a little too horny to focus on much of anything other than the gorgeous man in front of him. Besides, he doesn’t get to admire the tattoo much longer as Javier decides to properly release his cock from the confines of his boxers and all of Austin’s attention goes directly to it. He’s never seen a cock so big in person before, it lays proudly against Javier’s stomach, thick and heavy. The uncut head is already dribbling pre-cum, and Austin has half a mind to sit up and lick the beads back to the source. Acting on impulse, he does just that, and sits up enough that his face is level with Javier’s cock, and he grabs him by the hips to keep him still while he leans in, pink tongue out and he eagerly catches the pre-cum on the tip. He slowly drags his tongue up the shaft until he reaches the head, then he adjusts his position so he can bring his mouth to cover it. He gives Javier a few hard sucks as if trying to drink him in through a straw and swirls his tongue for good measure to ensure he didn’t miss a salty single drop. Austin briefly wonders if his POZ status makes it taste like the sea or if that’s just Javier. Javier groans deep in his chest, the rumbling sound almost seems to go straight through his cock and into Austin’s mouth, which makes Austin moan in response. The feeling of the noise on his cock makes Javier gently push Austin off and back down on to the bed, Austin looks up him with a cheeky grin, pleased with himself. “If you’d rather suck me off, I’m fine with that, but I’m personally more interested in fucking you until you can’t walk,” says Javier with a dark smirk. Austin whimpers at the thought and his legs spread open without conscious thought. “Yes, please!” That’s all Javier needs to hear as he reaches into his pocket. Austin is more than a little disappointed when Javier produces a condom from his pocket. He’s not fond of using them, he had Blake pull one off halfway through their first time but given the circumstances he can understand why. The thought of having just a thin rubber as just the only barrier between his body and Javier’s toxic spend sends a pleasant chill up his spine and makes him arch his back just a little. Luckily Javier isn’t one to keep a guy waiting. Once the condom is in place, he begins to position Austin much like he did during the shoots, only this time he isn’t as gentle when he grips Austin’s hips and flips him over onto his stomach. This isn’t Austin’s favourite position, he prefers to see the person fucking him, but he isn’t exactly about to complain when he feels Javier’s hands freely on his bare skin. His hips are brought up into air, exposing his stretched hole for the world to see. It’s then he hears what sounds like something being pulled against fabric; he manages to look over his shoulder just in time to see Javier putting a phone back in his pocket. He isn’t given a chance to ask about it. Seconds later he feels the thick head of Javier’s cock breach his hole and stretch him wide. Austin grabs the nearest pillow and shoves his face into it just as a loud, lewd moan escapes his lips. The noise doesn’t stop as Javier continues to press his entire length into Austin, going until his hips are flush with Austin’s plump cheeks. “Good boy,” Javier praises as he looks down at where he and Austin are connected, it’s always a thrill to see a good-looking boy spread wide and taut around his cock. He’s had many protest and say it wouldn’t fit, only to be proven wrong once he’s sheathed inside up to the root. It was refreshing to not have someone tell him his cock is too big. Discreetly he pulls the phone from his pocket again and snaps a few more pictures of where he and Austin are joined, making sure to get Austin’s face in the shot for good measure. He then switches the camera to video and sets it up against a nearby pillow; the angle probably isn’t great, and it’ll probably fall over, but it’ll serve its purpose. Austin nods, unable to think beyond his own pleasure now that he’s stuffed full for the first time in his life – he thought Blake was big until this moment and now he doesn’t think he can go back to anything less now that he knows what it’s like. The first thrust has Javier pulling out to the tip before shoving back in one hard motion, which shoves Austin forward on the bed. This continues until Javier sets a fluid and strong pace, his hands grip tight on Austin’s hips as he essentially uses Austin as nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. Austin is more than happy to be used as such, the moans and gasps spilling out of him are barley muffled by the pillow he uses to cover his mouth. In the back of his mind, Austin does think of Blake, the thought doesn’t go much further than praying he doesn’t walk in right now to see Austin taking the railing of his life. He isn’t sure how Blake would react, not that he really cares right now, all thought now going to how brutal Javier’s pace has become and how much Austin wishes he’d stop teasing and would just get his prostate already! Javier groans when Austin clenches around him and he slams into him particularly hard, sending a small shockwave across his ass cheeks. He can tell his new toy is getting impatient and to be honest, so is he; still, he does want this to be memorable in more ways than one, so he resumes his punishing thrusts and aims right for Austin’s prostate. He almost laughs when he hears the muffled scream Austin unleashes into the pillow. He's sure by now Blake can hear him, and if he can’t, then Javier definitely made this room soundproof because he’s certain the pillow didn’t capture all of it. He wonders how long Javier can last, if it’s longer than Blake’s twenty minutes or shorter or if he has complete control over himself and can come on command. Maybe he isn’t being fair, Blake can last almost an hour if Austin uses his mouth, drawing it out for them both since Austin loves having Blake’s cock in his mouth whenever he can, and Blake loves having Austin’s mouth and throat at his disposal just as much. The thought of having Blake in his mouth while Javier’s in his ass makes Austin moan, he loves the idea of being stuffed full with two large cocks, both using him for their pleasure. Yes, that sounds excellent. The sound of the dressing room door opening chases all thoughts out of Austin’s mind regarding Javier’s prowess. Tentatively he looks over his shoulder and sees Blake in the doorway, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. It would almost be comical. “What the fuck?!” Blake rages, and even knowing he’s caught, Javier doesn’t stop his pace and Austin lets out a loud moan, no longer smothered by the pillow now that there isn’t a reason to try and keep quiet. Blake is beyond pissed and very hurt, he didn’t think Austin would do this to him, and so blatantly at that. He suspected Javier was interested, he isn’t blind, he saw the way the man looked at his boyfriend – he just didn’t think Austin would succumb to temptation. It burns his heart in a way he hasn’t felt before and he isn’t sure what to do right now, he wants to get angry, and he wants to fly into a rage but he also can’t deny that there’s something arousing about watching Austin take it from another guy. His cock twitches hard in his jeans. “Baby, please come over here,” Austin pants and weakly gestures for Blake to come around. Almost as if drawn in with a leash, Blake obeys and stands in front of Austin. He sees Javier watching him as he continues to pound into Austin – the pace slower but still undeniably hard – and Blake’s eyes are drawn to the tattoo he didn’t see earlier. The SCORPION! Blake immediately gets a wicked idea. “Baby, I need your cock in my mouth,” groans Austin, eyes glued to the front of Blake’s jeans, knowing what’s hidden under the denim. Blake smirks. “Really?” Austin nods mindlessly. “Please?” In a flash, Blake’s fingers are twisted in Austin’s blonde curls, pulling roughly so he’s looking him in the eye and Austin groans. Javier slows his pace to almost leisurely, curious to see how this is going. “Why should I reward a slut like you?” Blake nearly snarls. “You’re so fucking greedy, you’re already taking one cock, why do you need two?” “Please baby, please,” Austin chants, tears pricking his eyes from how hard Blake’s gripping his hair, but he loves the way it sends shivers down his spine. Admittedly, Javier’s impressed. He underestimated Blake as a lover, thinking him maybe too vanilla but now, he’s definitely seeing a glimmer of something dark and dangerous and he almost pities Austin if he wasn’t so sure he’s enjoying this side of Blake. With one hand, Blake frees his hard cock and rests it against Austin’s lips, and he eagerly welcomes it into his mouth. Blake groans despite himself at the warm wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth, his hand is still gripped in Austin’s hair, and he keeps him in place. “Javier,” Blake says, looking directly at the man still buried in Austin’s hole. “Pull out.” Javier arches an eyebrow. “You sure?” “It won’t be for long,” Blake says and Javier nods, complying with the order. “Austin, reach behind you, but don’t lose my cock.” Austin makes a noise in agreement and reaches behind him, his hand stretched open. “Javier, move a little closer to his hand,” Blake says sternly and curious to see where this is going, Javier obeys. Blake looks down at Austin and his eyes are dark. “Pull off the condom.” Austin’s eyes widen and Javier raises an eyebrow. “Heh man, are you sure about this?” Javier asks. “You know I’m POZ right?” Blake nods. “I do and I think the only proper way to punish this little slut of mine is to have your scorpion sting him. Fill him to the fucking brim with your toxic cum, I want it dripping out of him. I want to be sure he’s so full, he gets the flu. Your cock is the last cock his neg ass will feel before his cunt is POZZED!! From his groin, Austin looks up, his eyes wide and he looks a little shocked, but so excited. He tightly grabs quickly pulls off the condom and throws it to the floor before he goes back to eagerly sucking Blake off. “If you say so, I'm fucking game! ” says Javier before slamming back into Austin so hard it shoves Blake’s cock down his throat. He tries to move but Blake holds him there by his hair. “Oh no you don’t, whore,” sneers Blake. “You want to be a hole; you’re going to be a hole. So fucking take it and don’t fight.” The words go straight to Austin’s cock, and he almost comes just from Blake’s commanding attitude and nasty words. His boyfriend is usually so sweet and loving, he had no idea he could act like this. He hopes this side of Blake lasts long after today. With the rules set in place, Blake begins thrusting his cock down Austin’s throat, still with a death grip on those pretty blond curls he used to play with gently. For his part, Austin unhinges his jaw and doesn’t protest or move as Blake thrusts, he keeps himself pliant and eases his throat open a little more until he doesn’t feel any lingering resistance when Blake pulls out. He’s sure he gags a few times but he’s too focused on watching Blake’s face to care; his eyes are blown black with lust and his features are twisted with a strange yet stunning combination of desire and fury that Austin doesn’t want to forget in a hurry. Nor does he want to forget the feeling of how Javier splits his hole open while Blake fills his mouth. He wishes he could have a picture of how he looks right now, being used and trapped like he is. It doesn’t take long for Blake to get to his peak, the situation has him so sexually charged he’s surprised he hadn’t come sooner but then again, he’d been so focused on punishing Austin he didn’t even notice how close he was. With a final thrust, he shoves his cock to the hilt into Austin’s mouth and comes straight down his throat. Having Blake’s hot spend spilling down his throat at the same time Javier hits his prostate with a harsh thrust makes Austin come with a muffled but loud moan. The feeling of Austin coming brings Javier to his end too, and just before he comes, he makes sure he’s buried as deeply into Austin as he can manage. Hot spend floods into Austin and he whines softly at the feeling. The three of them stay connected for a few moments more before Javier slips his cock out of Austin and starts cleaning himself up with a towel from the vanity behind him. Blake pulls out and Javier tosses him a towel, but there isn’t much to clean up on his end. He’s almost completely dry save for Austin’s saliva and he makes a mental note to utilize Austin’s throat more often. Austin – no longer supported by either man - falls over onto his side, completely spent and sated, his limbs feel like jelly and his mind is blissfully blank. Javier smirks to himself as he checks the phone he put on the bed – it isn’t his, it’s Blake’s, he swiped it when Blake left to use the restroom with the intention of getting some spicy pictures of Austin, but he got something so much better, along with the pictures from earlier. He checks the recording and is pleased that it caught the entire half hour on video; he’ll check his own camera later and if he’s feeling generous, he might send a copy to Austin and Blake. He does toss the phone to Blake, who catches it easily, glaring openly at Javier who just shrugs. “Let me know when you want to do the final set,” says Javier as he pulls up his pants and tosses some trash. He sends one final smirk to Blake before he leaves the dressing room. Blake puts his phone in his pocket and looks down at Austin, eyes darting from his face to his ass, where Javier’s spend is slowly trickling out. With a smile, Blake twists the towel in his hands until one end is somewhat pointed, and he comes around behind Austin, then shoves the towel into his battered and bruised hole. Austin whines and Blake smirks. “I was serious babe,” whispers Blake softly. “Might as well enjoy it while you can.” With a wide open mouth, Austin only nods. “Happy anniversary.” ... the end

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

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

It happened the fall of my sophomore year of high school in the mid-seventies. It was a Friday and I was in the bathroom in between classes and started reading the graffiti on the wall of the stall. Sixteen year-olds are in a permanent state of “horny”. Being gay in the seventies limited my resources to get things taken care of. This is before smart phones, internet access, or even VHS porn. Dirty writing on the walls, classified personal ads and dime store fuck-smut were all a guy had to keep from losing his mind. The stall was completely covered in writing, drawings and cum. It had multiple-colored handwriting and scribbled juvenile drawings of really big cocks spurting cum into the air. Of course, there was the occasional plea to suck someone's cock or to fuck. Today, I ran across an ad for a blowjob. I was not a virgin, but suffice it to say I wasn't setting any records in the getting laid either. “Call 612-809-4373 if you want me to send one down your throat.” Short, simple and to the point. The bell rang indicating that 5th period was about to start so I took out my pen and wrote the number inside my notebook and joined my class. I understood the chances of that old number still working would be slim. The entire wall appeared as through no one has touched it in ages. I had a boner all throughout 5th period thinking about it and then again during 6th. I lived pretty far from my school so it took the bus about 45 minutes to get me home. I ran upstairs and flew into the bathroom and stroked one off. I took a quick shower and jumped on my motorcycle and was off to flip burgers for the evening. We were pretty busy, but I still couldn't get the writing on the wall out of my mind. What kind of a sick deviate would put their phone number on a public bathroom wall? What kind of a deviate would call it? During my break, I finished my dinner in lightning speed. I was the only person in the back room. I hadn't thought this through but I rushed over to the desk phone and pulled out the number and called it. My heart was racing. What the fuck was I doing? The phone was ringing. What if a lady answers? What would I say? What if an old man answers? I seriously thought the phone was going to be out of order, but it wasn't. “Hello?” It was a guy and he didn't sound like an old man but he was certainly older than me. Everyone was older than me. “Hello?” came from the receiver again. Damn what do I say? Then he said, “Is anybody there?” I hung up. I couldn't do it. Perspiration covered my forehead. I cleaned up my dinner dishes and went back into the kitchen to help with the orders. I couldn't help thinking that the guy sounded really cute. Well more hot than cute. When I got home that evening around 10:00 p.m., I said hello to my parents and catapulted up the stairs and jumped into the shower then dove into bed. I lay there thinking about the voice on the other side of the phone and wondered if it was the source of the writing on the wall? My dick got hard. I jumped out of the bed, got the phone number and the phone and landed back in my bed in a flash. Then I jumped up and locked my bedroom door, shut off the light and flew back into the bed. I squeezed my dick so it would go down a little. I turned on my reading light and dialed the number. “Hello?” It was him. Oh my fucking god it was the same guy. It was unmistakably him. Shit, what do I do? “Hello,” he repeated. Say something you moron or he'll hang up! “Who's this?” Then he lowered his voice and said, “...I know why you're calling.” How could he know why I was calling? What does he mean? I cleared my throat and finally said, “ Hello. I um, I um. Hello?” “I’m still here,” he said. I panicked and made up a stupid story about finding a notebook at my school that had this phone number on it and I was checking to see if it was his. There was a pause on the other end of the line and then he told me, “I doubt that would be my notebook. Are you sure you are calling about a notebook?” I tried to sound confident, but I was a jumble of nerves; stuttering like a buffoon. “Yes, I’m calling about the notebook,” I tried to reassure him. Again after a few seconds of silence he said, “Are you sure you aren’t calling about the writing on the wall? Isn’t that the real reason you’re calling me?” I cleared my throat again and spoke very quietly, “Yes, I’m calling about…about the…writing on the wall. Is it yours?” He matched my intensity and responded, “Yes, it is mine. I wrote that. My heart was beating so fast. Remember this is a sixteen year old cock learning to find its way in the world with little help from anyone. I didn’t know what to say next so I remained silent. He asked where I lived and I told him. He responded, “Interesting. We live really close to each other.” How is that possible? I lived 45 minutes away from school. My high school had over 5,000 students; the size of a small university. It served people from all around the entire radius of the County. He went on to tell me that he was 19 and lived with his parents when he wasn’t in college. He was on a break. Further chat deduced that we lived in the same subdivision. He asked if I liked porn. I said, “Yes.” He said his parents were gone for the weekend and that I should come over and he’d show me what he had. I couldn’t help myself; I had to do this so I told him I’d be there in 15 minutes. I dressed and walked quietly down the stairs hoping my parents were already in bed. With no sign of them I sneaked out the back door and walked my motorcycle out to the road before starting it and driving off. I found his house and pulled into the drive and parked on the side of the house as instructed. The house was dark as if no one was home. I began to get nervous. What if this was a hoax and this guy sent me on a wild goose chase? Still, I knocked. He answered the door in only a pair of jeans that were partially unzipped. He was masculine and very good looking, but not pretty. He had dark brown hair and a well-defined chest with dusting of hair and a treasure trail leading down past his navel disappearing into a forest of a thick brown bush. He invited me in and led me into the living room. When he turned around I saw nicely shaped hips and a bubble butt that was stuffed into his jeans. We sat and made small talk. He had gone to my high school 2 years prior; he knew the burger joint where I worked, stuff like that. After about 10 minutes we ran out of small talk so he asked if I wanted to see his porn mags. He led me back to his bedroom. He slid opened the closet and reached up to a top shelf and pulled out a couple of glossy shiny magazines. We sat on the end of his bed and he flipped through the first magazine. The pictures were of hyper masculine guys; very hairy, muscular and butch. There was also lots of leather, motorcycles and uncut cocks. He handed that magazine to me and I took over the flipping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he pulled out his cock. It was thick, long and hard and cut with a beautiful head that resembled the shape and color of a plum. My heartrate increased. I put the magazine down and he got up and stood in front of me, took my hand and moved it to his cock. His cock was hot and pulsing. He said in a soft raspy voice, “You know you can never tell anyone about this because I would get into a lot of trouble.” I told him that I wasn’t about to tell anyone anything, ever. “Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. With that he put his hands on the back of my head and guided me down to his dick. I stared at it for a few seconds and then I put the head in my mouth. It smelled and tasted fantastic. I could smell the musk emanating from his bush. He unzipped his pants fully and pulled out his balls. The smell was driving me crazy and I started to suck his cock deeper. At sixteen I had some experience sucking dick starting as early as 12 years old, but hadn’t yet learned the technique for deep throating. I continued to take more and more into my mouth leaving his cock wet and glistening. He had his hands on the back of my head and started making little sounds of approval with his throat. These little guttural sounds would become one of the biggest turn-ons for me in the years to come. He then pulled me up and shoved my shorts to my knees. He had me lay on the bed on my side so my ass was facing the foot of the bed. I heard him spit on his hand. Fuck, he was going to fuck me. His cock is too big for me, but I wanted it so bad. The question wasn’t would I let him fuck me, but how much will this hurt when he does fuck me. He smeared the saliva along my asshole and spit again on his cock. I felt the head at the entrance of my hole. I wouldn’t learn about poppers for several more years and I was too young to drink. This was going to be a challenge. I took a deep breath and he started putting pressure on the ass. It was slippery and really felt erotic, nasty and hot. I was experiencing the primal urge that all guys experience just before they take cock in their ass. His cock head was sliding all around the outside of my hole. I was unintentionally nudging my hole to match up with his cock. He spit again and this time pushed just hard enough that he penetrated my ass ring. I felt his cock head rest just inside my sphincter. I gasped out of inexperience, a little fear and shear adrenalin at the same time. It hurt. It hurt badly. I froze and tensed up and the owner of the cock could tell I was struggling. He put his face next to mine, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “That’s it baby, give me what I need. Don’t make me stop. Relax. That’s it. It’ll get better in a minute.” He had the head resting just inside me and stayed completely still. As I got used to it, the initial pain subsided and I started breathing regularly again. He told me he wasn’t going to move until I was ready and when I was, I was to push back on him to signal it was cool to continue. I agreed and remained still. I could feel him rubbing saliva around the perimeter of his cock. After a few more minutes the pain completely subsided so I pushed back just a little. He pushed forward and another inch or so of his cock pushed through my ring. “Okay, okay, stop there. Oh shit. Damn. I’m not sure I can do this, dude. Pull it out, take it out, man.” I was breathing heavily at this point and about to panic when he froze and leaned against my back again and began kissing the crook of my neck and behind my ear moaning ever so slightly. “Oh baby, I need this little man. You feel so good. You’re doing just fine. That’s it just relax. He kept his word and remained still. Again the pain drifted away and was replaced by a warm erotic nasty feeling that you only get from having a stranger’s cock inside you. I started pushing back; he reciprocated and eventually he bottomed out at his balls. “Sweetheart, you have my entire dick inside you. Can you feel that?” All I could do is squirm and moan as he pulsed his hot throbbing dick inside my ass. Suddenly, for the first time in my life my “cunt” got horny to be fucked. Prior to this I had gotten fucked several times, but I just tolerated it. It didn’t necessarily feel good. This was different. I had this hot boys fat cock buried balls deep and there was no pain just white-hot lust and an undying need to be fucked. I moaned, “Yeah, oh that’s good.” I could feel his breath at my neck again and he whispered, “What was that?” Again I mumbled erotic little inaudible sounds. “Talk to me baby, what are you saying? Tell me what you want.” I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted him to fuck me. I pushed back again. God his dick felt so good. It was almost like my ass lips itched and his cock was the only thing that would scratch it. “No, you need to tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it.” “Fuck me.” “Sorry, I didn’t get that,” he taunted. “FUCK ME! Please fuck me. I need you to fuck the hell out of me.” While I was carrying on like a depraved child I began bucking back and forth on his cock. “That’s what I wanted to hear from you pretty boy. Now take a deep breath, give up that ass to me and let’s fuck,” he said. He pulled his dick out a bit and pushed back in. Bliss. He pulled further out and pushed back in a little harder. Heaven. Then he pulled almost entirely out but stopped where his mushroomed plum-like head stretched my ass ring at its max and held it there before plunging back in balls-deep. Nirvana! There was no more language spoken between either of us for the next 30 minutes or so. In order to communicate, all we could do was groan, moan, squeal and grunt. We locked eyes sharing our unspoken mutual lust and animalistic needs. The room got really warm from our body heat and heavy panting. He still had his jeans on at mid-thigh and I still had by shorts pulled down just above the knee. I was still lying on my side while he stood pumping that magnificent cock in and out of me. At one point he pulled out and yelled, “Not yet, no, no, no. Not yet.” I could feel his cock leaving a slimy trail across my butt cheek as he tried to ward off his climax. I was able to plead in the middle of my panting, “Yeah, man. Don’t cum just yet. I need more of this, please don’t cum.” He said, “Be still. Don’t move. I’m too close.” Then he leaned against me and kissed my neck and whispered, “Oh baby, this is the best ass I’ve ever fucked. You make me feel like such a man. When I bury my cock in your ass all the way to my balls, my nipples harden.” He was ready to go again and reinserted his cock, “Can I cum in you? Please. Will you let me shoot my load inside you? I’m so hot for you baby,” he begged. I nodded yes and then he started pile driving his cock in and out of me. He grabbed my ass cheek and my shoulder and pounded harder and harder. The ring of my ass was on fire as he repeatedly stretched it out leaving me delirious. Then it happened. He buried his cock in my ass to the root and froze. Put his face in the crook of my neck, his chest against my back and wrapped his arms completely around me encasing me and then started to tremble. He began making faint subtle micro vocal noises like a wounded animal; that grew slowly into a sexy snarl. And that grew into a full out masculine roar that came from the innermost core of his soul. I could feel cum pumping into me. I could feel his balls swell and contract as his cock spurted. He continued to roar and blow load after load inside me. I grabbed my cock and stroked it off to a powerful climax while his cock blew the last of its load deep in my ass. My ass lips pulsed around his cock every time I shot a volley of cum onto his bed. Feeling this, he turned into a mad man and started fucking me again with a vengeance. I could feel how sloppy my ass had become from his load. It was sloshing around making nasty sounds as he continued to fuck me. His cock felt so good because it was completely covered in cum. After about 10 minutes, he did the same thing; wrapped himself around me, froze, trembled and emitted a roar as he blew another load inside me. We lay there breathing in silence as we recovered. I reached between my legs and felt his balls which were covered in cum. His cock slipped out and a dribble of cum escaped from my ass. We didn’t say much as we got up and pulled our cloths together. He walked me to the door and said he had a hot time and that we should do it again sometime, especially since we lived so close. He asked never to stop unannounced because of his parents. I told him it was cool. We did get together several times after that. Once he called the burger joint and said he had just driven through and saw me working. He wanted me to come over after work and drove us out to a secluded area and fucked me in the back seat. I’ll never forget the way he orgasmed; froze, trembled, snarled, and then roared. Every single time. It’s hard to believe that by simply reading the writing on the wall it would lead to what would become one of the best fucks of my young life. I really get off on your comments.

“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.”

The mention of the Manrammer takes me back to the days of lying in the sling and getting extremely fucked up (crystal, edibles, amyl and scotch) while my chemtop spent 7 hours in opening my hole one day while his bf was in another state ... BTW, yep, I took every single damn millimetre of it. Fun that day included 3" diameter beads (we almost lost them somewhere fun), and some other rather large toys. Sadly, no ffist - and no slamming (that was a hard limit with him).

I have never even thought about turning anyones load down or not “letting” anyone fuck me bareback, but even if I did want to choose loads, as an owned, dominated, sub cumdumpster I have no say in who fucks me or dumps their load in me or even who uses me for a toilet. literally ANY male who wants to mount me, fuck me and breed me has that right, anytime anywhere, sharing me with whoever, for whatever they want to use me for.

Javier clarifies. “I got stung about three years ago.” Isn't that (forgive the pun) the 'seed' of another story?

I've had a few say they are but not. One funny night after i found out i found out he really wasn't into it. I made him drink alot of water and as i was sucking him he blew a nice load and as i swallowed i continued sucking and he said he had to piss i wouldn't stop and held him and said let it go. He finally had to go and released a stream in my mout and i think i drank a gallon lol He loved it so much he got hard and blew another load in my mouth. He had to pull out of my mouth and stand up he said he is too sensitive now. Fast forward a few weeks all he wanted was piss play..lol

This is a story I wrote for my husband for some fantasy sharing. It's my first post, and I hope y'all like it. The *ding* on my phone got my attention. I knew that tone meant a message in the app my husband and I used for our dirty talk. We’d been exchanging messages all week while he was traveling and now he was headed home. “Feel like playing? Maybe a little Dom/sub time?” I smiled and my cock stiffened a bit. “Of course, sir.”, I replied cheekily. *Ding* “Meet me at the adult bookstore in the booths in an hour. Wear something easy to strip out of and be prepared for me to fuck you.” I was fully hard nearly instantly. I quickly made sure my hole was clean and headed out. Got to the store and seeing he wasn’t there yet, paid my fee and wandered inside. It was just after the workday so it was busy with guys looking for some quick action before they went home. About 10 minutes later I see him come into the booth area. He heads to a booth and nods for me to follow. We feed the video machine and put on some hot bareback porn. Gently grabbing my waist and pulling me to him he kisses me deeply, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth. He kisses down my chin and neck and up to my ear and then whispers our code word to me, as a question: “Property?” I knew what he wanted and I got harder. He wanted me to submit and do as I’m told. No questions. Safe word, of course, but in the absence of my need to use that, he would decide what we did, how, and with whom. “Yes sir.”, I replied, knowing that should be the last thing I said unless absolutely necessary or he asked specifically for a reply. “Strip.” I quickly got out of the gym shorts and tee I was wearing, having gone commando under. “Knees”, he commanded as he opened his pants, turning so anyone in the other booth could watch from the gloryhole. He pulled out his cock, which wasn’t hard yet and I immediately found out why as he fed it to me with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other and commanded, “Drink.” With that he opened the flow and started pissing in my mouth. I swallowed furiously until he finished. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiping the last few drops on my cheek. He looked down at me and smiled as he stroked his now rapidly growing cock. When it was hard he slid it into my waiting mouth again and gently fucked my face. After a minute he pulled out of my mouth again. “Do you have lube and poppers?”, he asked. “Yes sir.”, I replied. “Give me the lube. You use the poppers. Get as high as you want.”, he said with a wicked grin. I fumbled in the pockets of my shorts on the bench, pulling out the lube to hand to him and find the poppers for me. After I took a big hit and the rush hit me, he fed me his cock again. While it was in my mouth, he says, “Ass in position, slut.” Without taking his cock from my mouth, I moved on my knees, pushing my exposed ass out and up as much as possible. I heard him squirt some lube on his fingers and driving his cock to the back of my throat, he leaned over and worked some lube into my hole. While making me choke on his throbbing dick, he worked fingers into me, adding more lube until I was slick. He stood up and pulled his cock from my mouth. Leaning down, he says, “I want to do something different. I’m going to leave the booth and go on the other side of the gloryhole. There’s no one there. I’m going to feed you my cock until I’m ready to fuck you. Keep working your hole with your fingers if you want while we do that. And last thing - when I leave this booth, close the door but leave it unlocked so that I can get back in. Clear?” “Crystal, sir.” “Good boy.”, he said, smiling and tucking his cock back in his pants. He slipped out of the booth and I closed the door behind him. Looking through the gloryhole I saw him enter the adjoining booth, close the door, and pull his cock out again. When it came through the hole, I went back to work. I heard him sigh in pleasure. The porn in both booths set the mood while I sucked him, taking the occasional hit of poppers. After about a few minutes of rhythmic thrusting into my mouth, he pulled his cock back through and leaned down to speak to me. I turned my ear to the hole to hear. “In a second I want to fuck you through gloryhole. Put your hole up against it so I can get in your whore ass. I’m going to pull out now and then, and maybe use some fingers. Do not take your hole away from the wall unless I tap on it three times. Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded and saw him stand up, lubing up his cock. I stood up and backed against the wall, spreading my cheeks as I bent over and feeling the plywood against me as my hole met the opening. Moments later his finger went in. First one, and as he felt me relax, a second, then a third, moving gently in and out, twisting and stretching so I would be ready to receive him. The cool air and emptiness I felt when he pulled them out didn’t last long, as I quickly felt the tip of his rod at my hole. He pushed slowly, pausing as I gasped and relaxed, and then pushed farther until I heard him make contact with the other side of the wall. “Oh fuck your ass feels good.”, he moaned. He began thrusting into me, slowly at first. But then with more urgency. He pounded me, his belt buckle striking the wall and I was sure we both knew everyone in the arcade could hear it. The he slowed down and took up an easy rhythm. It was then that I heard the door to his booth open and close. He was whispering to someone, but I couldn’t hear what. He pulled out of my ass but replaced his cock with two fingers, rocking them in and out of me while the whispers continued. “Hit the poppers good, whore.”, I heard through the wall. I took a long hit in both nostrils, holding them in and feeling the warmth spread through me, and that blissful light-headedness hit me. The only thing I could think about or feel was the fingers in my ass. And then they were gone. And once again I felt his cockhead push against my hole, this entry easier than the first, and the thrusting began at once. I heard the door to his booth open and close again, the stranger leaving. For a few seconds the only sounds were the porn on the screen and the groans of pleasure from both sides of the gloryhole. As ordered, I had not locked my booth door. Blissfully taking the cock in my ass, I hear the knob and looked up as it opened. My husband walked in, pants still open, stroking his rock-hard cock that was slick with lube and the juices from my ass. It only took about a second for him to shove the cock that just been up my hole back into my mouth as I realized through the haze of poppers and sex that I was getting fucked by a stranger. My cock, which had started to soften, sprang back to attention. “Suck that dick, whore. Clean your ass off my cock.” I moaned. “You’re getting fucked by a total stranger. Do you like it?” “Yes sir.”, I tried to say with a mouthful of cock, tasting myself on him. He leaned down, cock still in my mouth, and whispered, “He’s in your ass bare, and I told him to pump his cum up your guts, you nasty slut.” I groaned and shivered as he straightened back up, grabbed my head, and began to face fuck me. I sucked his cock for all it was worth. “Blow your load, whore.” At that order I reached down between my legs and stroked my cock. With the bare cock in my ass pounding harder, it only took seconds before I grunted around my husband’s dock in mouth, I came hard, my ass clenching around this stranger’s dick. My ring tightening was all he needed. I felt a final push deep into my hole hard and heard him groan loudly and felt his cock throb and pulse inside me. I knew he had just bred me. My husband fucked my face harder and in seconds held my head down and almost shouted as he pumped his cum into my mouth. He backed away as I felt the stranger pull out, and the cum started to dribble from my ass. Grinning, my husband reached for a paper towel and handed it to me. “Good boy.”, he said. “That was so hot. I’m going to get you bred again. See you at home.” With that he walked out of the booth and left me to clean myself up. I could barely walk but I’m sure I wandered out of that booth with a completely satisfied look on my face.

Part 1 Chris felt lucky to have found his new apartment. After a last minute decision to switch schools, he had missed out of guaranteed housing and had scrambled with some other kids to find a place together near campus. Chris was happy he had switched schools. It felt like a better fit here and he was also closer to home, not that he was gonna miss high school. It had been ok and he had friends and stuff, but Chris had a secret his friends and family didn’t know about: Chris was gay. Sure, he kept up appearances and his friends all thought he was straight, but Chris knew what he loved, and hoped now that he was on his own and in a new city, he could maybe explore a little. At 5 10” and 165, with an athlete’s build and still with his summer tan, he looked good. His two new roomies that he was still getting to know told him he was “gonna get tons of pussy” this year and Chris had gone along with it. No way did Chris want them to know he liked guys. He was gonna have to make sure he was careful. Not that he had much experience to begin with, just a few hurried mutual blowjobs. And really, hadn’t it been him really being the one giving more than getting? Not that he minded that, it was more the person he had sucked, a boy from his school. Chris didn’t want a boy. Chris wanted a man, a hot older guy. The apartment building was small and each unit had a courtyard that attached to it in the back. They were fenced but it wasn’t hard to see through,. Chris and his roommates had met the neighbors on the left., a group of girls in their second and third years. They had just giggled when Chris and the guys asked about their other neighbor, answering it was a guy who apparently lived alone. The girls also added the strange comment that the guy would also almost certainly like having college guys as neighbors, with whom he could hang-out. Chris was amazed at how many things a new apartment required. He made it to the store and quickly went through the list of item he had compiled as being essential. Walking through the store, his eyes focused on his list, and and not paying attention to his situation, Chris bumped right in to somebody. Flustered, Chris immediately looked up and began to apologize profusely. He immediately became tongue tied as he looked at just who he has bumped into. Kevin was 44 and proudly gay. And proudly hot. His 6 3” frame was that of a perfect swimmers build. His dark greying hair was close cropped and he had the sexiest mustache. His tank top clung to his body and his jeans cut offs were cut to show off the hottest legs and biggest looking bulge Chris had ever seen.. “I’m.... i’m so sorry. I totally wasn’t looking at all...” Chris blurted out. Kevin took the young man in, looking up and down, noticing that Chris was staring at his crotch, and smiled. “Well, you look so busy! And don’t you worry about it.” Kevin said, adding in a whisper, “a cute boy like you can bump into me anytime.” Chris went bright red. This guy was like perfect, Chris thought to himself, and he just basically said I am cute. Chris laughed nervously and again nervously blurted, “ I AM really sorry. I just moved here and getting ready to start school and my first apartment and it’s just a lot of stuff." The guy gave a chuckle remarking “Well, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Kevin. It’s very nice to meet you. We needed a cute guy to move in to the neighborhood, so thanks!” Kevin joked. “Thanks, i’m Chris. It’s great here so far. I really like it,” Chris replied, his eyes again falling to those jean cutoffs. “Well Chris, I really hope I see you around., “ said Kevin as his eyes again swept up and down. Kevin was tempted to just ask the boy to come home with him, but his senses told him this boy wasn’t ready for an aggressive push. But Kevin also knew when a boy wanted cock and he knew that Chris was one of those boys. He made a note to do his shopping at this store more often and continued down the aisle. Chris couldn’t wait to get out of the store. He thought everybody knew and had been watching him lust after Kevin. Not to mention, he wa rock hard. He had never had a reaction like that and didn’t trust himself... it was like he was about to lose control being around Kevin. He wanted him that bad. Driving back to the apartment, all he could think about was Kevin and being Kevin’s boy, as Kevin had referred to him.

One thing I truly enjoy about BreedingZone is that rawTOP and our friendly moderators actively participate in our diverse discussions here. There are sites where those managing the site seem to be non participants. I'm finding owner/moderator participation makes the site a safer home. Collectively we're pretty diverse which is reflected in posts. True some tend to get into the weeds; rather than just nodding and acknowledging that not everyone believes as we ourselves believe on every topic. But man I am so glad to be aware of our differences. Socially, in the world outside of us here; it is truly concerning that some want to shut us down or prohibit participation here. We are certainly not dictating how those who object to us live their lives. What we do has no effect on them. Sadly, human history is rife with this stuff.

I mentioned before I had met a new fuckbuddy at the last sex party I went to. He has been over about twice a week since and we have a really good time. Tireless fucker and usually good for two loads. Last time he asked if he could bring over a friend on Thursday. Of course! When he brought him over I was a bit disappointed. Not my type at all. Until he dropped his jeans. Fucking big thick cock! Yum! I forgot about his looks hehe! Very hot time with them taking turns fucking me. They got pretty verbal encouraging each other to fuck me. Hot spit roasts too. And the new guy shoots buckets! He pumped three loads in me! My fuckbuddy managed his usual two (more or less his max unless we play really long). New Guy tried for #4 but after pounding my ass like forever he had to give up. He said he'd try again later and made himself comfortable. But fuckbuddy was pretty much done and tbh I didn't think I could take another ass attack. I'm not 20 or 30 anymore when I could easily take on more guys LOL. When they left New Guy said we should do this again. Well, I'm all for it 😉

Chapter 2: The silver and diamond pieces he brought definitely tie the entire look together and he couldn’t be happier, he’s glad he listened to Javier’s advice. When he enters the studio, he can tell he made the right choice by how both Blake and Javier look up and take notice. Blake looks like he’s going to push him up against a wall the second they’re alone and Javier . . . Javier looks the same. Austin flushes under their attention. “Excellent,” says Javier pleasantly as he finishes making some final touches to the set. It’s a chaise lounge, a soft grey colour, draped with dark blue fabric and black and silver pillows that look as soft as the ones in the dressing room. The background is a smoky fabric that encloses the set well, to top it all off, there’s a black velvet rug that Austin is dying to roll on. “This looks amazing, Javier!” Austin says delightfully as he walks over. He catches Blake practically drooling in his chair in the corner of the studio and he makes sure to sway his hips just a little. He stops just shy of the chaise and waits for Javier to finish adjusting the fabrics and pillows; he takes the opportunity to watch Javier’s muscles flex with each movement and he unconsciously licks his lips. Once Javier is satisfied with the placement of everything, he gestures for Austin to lay down, then when he does, Javier goes about adjusting him. Austin tries not to relish the feeling of Javier’s hands on his skin, the roughness contrasts beautifully against his smooth flesh and it sends chills up Austin’s spine and goosebumps wherever Javier’s hand touches. He feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with the lights directed at him. He tries not to let his gaze linger on any one part of Javier, but it’s difficult. There’s something so enticing about him, even though Austin knows he shouldn’t even be looking, let alone fantasizing. It’s like he’s invaded every single one of Austin’s senses, even his smell has Austin’s head swimming from the spicy exotic aroma. From the corner of his eye, he catches movement, and he looks to see Blake staring right at him, a slightly dreamy smile on his face and Austin returns it, delighting in the way Blake’s face floods with red. The colour somehow peeks through his chestnut brown hair and Austin giggles to himself; his boyfriend has always been easily flustered. “Didn’t realize I amused you,” Javier says softly as he props a pillow under Austin’s hip. Austin smiles up at him. “Amused isn’t the word I’d use.” Javier gives him a brilliant toothy grin in return. “Well, I look forward to finding out which word you would.” “What makes you think you will?” “I can be very persuasive when I want,” he replies, and Austin has to stop himself from asking exactly how he’s so persuasive. “Okay, we’ll do a few photos like this, then you can adjust yourself once I tell you to move. Are you comfortable?” Austin nods, relaxing into the small pile of pillows that support him like clouds. “More than.” “Good, I like to hear that,” says Javier as he straightens up, and Austin sees something flash on his hip where his shorts and boxers are dipped almost too low to be legal. It looked like a scorpion tail, but he isn’t sure, nor does he want to ask right now. “I’ll get some music started and we’ll go from there. Do you have a preference?” “I like classical for shoots,” replies Austin and Javier nods. “It relaxes me.” “I can definitely do that,” says Javier as he goes back to his camera. He takes out his phone and presumably is looking for music because a few moments later, soft piano and cello music fills the air. “Now look this way, Austin,” Javier says as he picks up his camera, pointing it directly at Austin’s face. Austin obeys, slipping into his model persona as easily as he puts on his shoes and enjoys the sounds of the camera shuttering as Javier takes his picture. He relaxes his face and gives whatever expression feels natural, making sure to smile when he can, because after all this is a present for Blake. He looks at Blake and can’t help but tease him with a pout or biting his lip when the mood strikes. It works best in the second pose he picks, adjusting so his lower back is resting on a pillow, giving him an elegant arch in his spine. The camera shutters more and soon, he's posing for both Blake and Javier, picking positions that accentuate various degrees of his flexibility and best features. His favourite is when he drapes his legs sideways over the back of the chaise, because it shows not only can he twist his body into enticing positions, but it makes the nightie slip up and show off his groin. He might not have the largest cock in the world, but it hardly matters when he has shapely hips and legs for days that he knows men look at almost immediately. His flat stomach peeks through and he rests a hand there, gently teasing a finger around his bellybutton, enjoying the subtle way it lights up his nerves and makes his lower half contract. This is definitely the most relaxed he’s ever felt at a photoshoot. “That’s great, Austin, loving the energy,” Javier says, face still firmly behind his camera. “Now, try something with your front on the chaise and your back to us.” Austin nods and adjusts accordingly, slipping a pillow under his hips to raise his ass up higher, he kicks his legs up and rests on his elbows, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at Javier. The camera doesn’t stop for almost a solid minute. Then Austin decides to be cheeky and moves his hips down, exposing more of his ass – it’s practically in the air now – and arching his back with the same movement. He swears he sees Javier lick his lips and that just makes him smile more. The rest of shoot follows much of the same pattern. Austin picks a new outfit, Javier inspects it for the set, he gives some advice on how to better enhance his appearance, Austin comes out on set and teases Blake while Javier finishes, then he gets posed and photographed for at least twenty minutes a scene. There’s very little talk amongst them, Blake mostly watches or is on his phone, Austin is trying to pay attention for his cues, and Javier is way too focused to do much besides give instruction. Still, it’s a pleasant atmosphere and Austin can almost let himself believe that his initial infatuation with Javier was just pre-shoot jitters – until he starts to think Javier’s touches are lingering a little too long when he poses Austin. There are moments when Javier will come up and assist in Austin moving to a new position, coming up close enough that Austin is once again overwhelmed by the spicy aroma that lingers after Javier is safely back with his camera. The heat from his touches is starting to linger longer and the way Javier looks at him has changed too, now he looks at him like a starving lion does a gazelle and Austin finds himself want to be caught. The fourth scene wraps, and Austin walks back to the dressing room, struggling a little in the heels he wore for the set – it isn’t that he hasn’t worn them before, but it has more to do with how heavy his limbs feel. He can tell he’s nearing the end of his stamina and he hopes that isn’t coming across in the photos, Deanna’s warned him about that, and it has ruined otherwise decent photos before. When he gets into the dressing room, he goes to the small fridge in the corner and pulls out a bottle of water and a packet of cookies. He needs to eat something with sugar otherwise he runs the risk of crashing before he can finish, and the water is definitely needed after being under those bright hot lights for so long. He strips out of his outfit and lounges naked on the bed, eating his snack as his mind wanders again to Javier. The mere memory of how his hands feel and the way he smells is enough to arouse Austin and before he realizes it, he’s half-hard and already aching for release. Part of him considers texting Blake to have him join him and taking care of this that way, but another part of him is more inclined to enjoy this moment by himself, to allow his fantasy to take hold and let him fall just for a moment. His legs fall open and his free hand wanders down to his cock, palming it gently as his fingers flex to play with his balls. He imagines Javier’s large hand instead, his palm alone being more than enough to cover both his cock and balls; Austin is sure his fingers are long enough that he could reach his hole without issue. The thought makes Austin moan softly, wondering what it would feel like to have his hole played with while the same hand touched his cock. He’s used to two hands doing the same thing and now he’s curious how one would feel. Just as he starts to lose himself in the roiling bliss in his stomach, the door opens and he jumps, hand still on his cock and he sees Javier standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and mouth open. to be continued...

Hmmm... yes the unauthorized Public ones ARE THE BEST!! But I rather not use spit as lube..... I love to use/slide in a with cum filled ass pussy..... that is simply the best. Pic's are my Cock having bareback gloryhole action.....

The session had been arranged for eleven In the evening. The Sauna closed at ten on Monday to Wednesday evenings and most of the guys had already left by then. On this particular Tuesday Simon and Craig, the two receptionist/caretakers had had a very quiet evening with only half a dozen guys visiting after work and leaving early. They had already cleaned all the cum and condoms from the private rooms and mopped the floor of the sauna, cinema and glory holes cubicles by ten thirty. That just left the larger communal fucking room to clean up and cafe area. Simon told Craig that he was happy to finish cleaning the cafe and communal room himself and told him to go home to his boyfriend. Craig looked a little surprised as Simon had never done this before, but was glad to get away early. Simon was glad to get rid of Craig tonight as he would never have approved of the event that were planned for this evening. He cleaned the cafe and prepared the communal area then retrieved his holdall from his locker. He had brought a dozen black hoods with him but, doubted he would need that many. He also unloaded half a dozen large bottles of lube, a tray of twelve small bottles of poppers, twenty five meters of paracord and a couple of small penknives to cut the cord if required. That done the venue was ready. The event had been set up via a contact site that put guys wanting to be bred and pozzed in contact with breeders who were willing to perform the service. Simon had been a lurker for a few weeks before he made contact with anyone. The idea of being pozzed had long been a turn on, but it was only after chatting to other guys on the site and realising they wanted it as well made him realise actually doing it was what he wanted more than anything. The thought of completely surrendering himself to someone else and being converted was all he'd thought of over the last few months. It was then he had the idea of a poz conversion event at the sauna where he worked. He fielded the idea to other guys in the chat room and eventually had four poz tops and seven chasers who wanted to attend and either lived close enough or were willing to travel. Of course, Simon was realistic and knew that it was possible that no one would turn up. The arrangement was the the chasers would be hooded so they were unable to identify who had fucked them. Their hands would be tied at the back so during their breeding they wouldn't be able to take the hood off. The breeders could also wear a hood if the wanted to but it wasn't compulsory. The chasers agreed that if they attended there was no going back. They would be bareback fucked for the purpose of being pozzed. The chasers were to arrived at eleven on the dot. Anyone who was late would not be admitted. The breeders were to be there by eleven thirty. Simon would place the hoods on the chasers, and tie their hands. Simon himself would let the breeders in then put his own hood on. Although he had seen them he wouldn't know who had fucked and hopefully converted him. Eleven o'clock arrived and Simon unlocked the front door. He saw a couple of guys lurking in the shadows of the building opposite and unsure whether they were participants went back inside. Within thirty seconds the two guys pushed the door open and came inside. One guy was very young, possible nineteen or twenty. The other was in his late forties. The younger was skinny with shortish brown hair and not bad looking. The older was average build with a shaved head that really suited him. Both appeared quite nervous. Simon wondered if the other two he was expecting were outside so he had a quick glance to check outside to check. There was no sign of anyone else and as it was now almost ten past eleven he closed and locked the door. He led the two guys to the communal area. The older guy was really up for it. He said he'd been dreaming about being pozzed for the last ten years and had lots of bareback sex as a bottom but it had just never happened. They knew what was going to happen to them so stripped quickly. The young guy was so hard his cock was upright and bouncing off of his belly as Simon placed the hood over his head and tied it loosely around his neck. He tied his hands behind his back and Simon sat him on the raised platform in the middle on the room. The older guy had a very thick cock which was around six inches. He had precum dripping from it. Simon prepared him with a hood and tied his hands behind him. While he was tying his hand Simon noticed he had a great arse, really beefy and hairy. The time was now almost twenty five past eleven so Simon went back up to the entrance to await the breeders. He hoped upon hope that at one would show up otherwise there would three very disappointed guys with holes to fill. Simon opened the door at just before Eleven thirty. Four guys entered almost immediately. *To be continued*

I like back to back fucks when my hole is freshly lubed by another guys cum and the next top is slipping and sliding along like a well greased piston till it pops.. it’s the best feeling ever taking multiple loads from guys!

I definitely prefer random strangers, I love the exhilaration of finding or being "new meat". I definitely don't mind hooking up with regular fuckbuds, but it definitely lacks some of the thrill. I have always loved to hookup with guys when traveling to new locations.

If you have to show a “dom” how to use you then you don’t have a dom top inside you. A true dominant top doesn’t need help or direction. He’ll tell you to, “shut up,” “stop playing with your dick,” and “open up your cunt.”

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I continued to use known cumdumps and whores to dump my loads daily. As the pandemic got worse, the number of cumdumps dwindled to only one or two main community sluts available for men to use. I could tell they were getting an increase in loads pumped into them everyday as men still needed their cocks serviced and only two main whores for the community to use were left. One of the cumdumps became a full time whore during Covid. He was making money being ass up everyday taking small donations to dump a load.

@BisexualBttm68 - You're not dealing with nitroglycerin or sulfuric acid, bud. It's not going to explode or dissolve away your fingers. Poppers are not, as some here have suggested, some unstable, unknown mix of highly hazardous and possibly life-threatening chemicals (though see below). Rather, all commercially available poppers are created from chemical members of the alkyl nitrite group, originally amyl and butyl nitrite, but in recent times, almost exclusively from isoamyl, isobutyl, and isoproply nitrite. If you carefully inspect the ingredients listed on your bottles (you'll probably need a magnifying glass) you may find that some of them are already mixtures of two of more of the nitrites. Mixing them does not somehow turn them into a bomb or a death potion. By the time you're down to the dregs of a bottle, however, the effective volatiles in the bottle will have largely evaporated (up your nose, one assumes) so there is little to be gained by combining the oily remnants. If you are determined to do so, caution is necessary and a small funnel is indispensable. It is true that poppers can cause chemical burns to skin, although this is more likely on tender areas such as the area around your nostrils, lips or genitals. Getting poppers in your eyes is also ill-advised. Prompt irrigation with plenty of water and seek medical assistance if needed. Note: I would recommend avoiding the use of poppers containing isopropyl nitrite. Unlike other types, isopropyl nitrite has been found to cause a type of eye damage called maculopathy. Regrettably, isopropyl has become more commonly used in Europe because governments there have banned the use of isobutyl nitrite. Inhalation of poppers is, in fact, a relatively benign practice - The Merck Manual of Diagnosis and Therapy finds the hazard associated with inhalation of nitrites to be insignificant. Governmental guidance in the UK places poppers among the least harmful recreational drugs. That being said, it is possible for them to kill you under certain circumstances, to wit: Using them in tandem with Viagra, and using them in the presence of flame. DO NOT USE POPPERS WHILE TAKING VIAGRA. This can cause a precipitous drop in blood pressure, leading to death. This isn't theoretical - this has happened. DO NOT USE POPPERS WHILE SMOKING (anything). Poppers are extremely flammable and can ignite readily in the presence of spark or flame. They will not, however, spontaneously combust simply from being mixed together. One more thing, since you're talking about mixing things out of dubious bottles. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES should you mistake "Maximum Impact" for poppers, let alone try to mix them together. Maximum Impact is ethyl chloride, not an alkyl nitrite. It is an anaesthetic, and it can both hurt and kill you. Steer well clear of it.

PART 2 Chris and his new roommates spent the rest of the day cleaning and organizing. They had pizza that night sitting on the floor. Fortunately, his two new friends were going to make a run back to their home town for a sofa and some other missing necessities. Still, it was pretty awesome. 18 and in a new apartment with two good guys and right next to campus. This was better than the dorm maybe. And he would have more freedom. And less questions. He kept thinking about that guy from the store, Kevin. He was so hot and obviously gay. Chris knew that this area around here adjacent to the college was known as a gay friendly neighborhood. Chris fell asleep thinking about all the hot guys that must live around his new place. Maybe a walk around to just explore a little while his roomies are away, Chris thought as he faded off. The roomies hit the road early and Chris took his time making breakfast and then throwing on his clothes for a run. Intent on a workout and not getting lost, he stuck near the school and circled around campus before heading back a hot sweaty teen mess. By now it was a little after lunchtime and after a quick rinse off, Chris decided to check out the patio and maybe get a little sun. They would have to get some patio furniture for back here, he thought as he slid open the sliding door and eyed a spot to set his towel down. The sun felt great on his body, perfect in just his swim trunks. As he stepped out and flapped his towel down onto the cement, he could hear a radio and someone, a guy obviously, humming along. As the fences were not that high between units, Chris could see his neighbor was definitely there and had the screen door open. Not wanting to seem nosey, Chris prepared to let his new neighbor enjoy his patio in solitude, and sat back with his hands resting supporting him as he leaned back. The guy might think he was rude if he just leaned over and stared or something, Chris laughed to himself. Hearing a creak, it was obvious the neighbor was in the backyard and moving or adjusting. Just then he heard a voice thru the fence, “is that my new neighbor over there? If it is, you better stand up and and say hi!”, said a friendly and definitely gay sounding voice. Chris stood up, a little nervous, just as the neighbor peeked over the fence, which only was maybe chest high. The look on Chris’s face was one of pure shock. The neighbor just smiled. “Well, I was hoping to see you again. Didn’t I just get lucky?”, said the neighbor. “Kevin!”, was all Chris could blurt out. “You remembered my name. I like that. I remember yours too, Chris. Now here, come on over, meet your neighbor, be neighborly And all that.” As he said that, Kevin unlatched a gate at the end of his patio and pointed at the identical gate Chris had. By opening them both, one could just basically go from unit to unit. As Chris entered Kevin’s side, he first took in that a finished patio with plants and some chairs and lounges made a huge difference and Chris made a note to cooy this patio as much as he could. Then he looked and took in Kevin, who was wearing the tiniest speedo style bathing suit Chris has seen. And how it was holding him in was a miracle of fabric. Kevin’s bulge was giant. Chris knew he had stared too long and turned red in embarrassment. Kevin being a twice Chris’s age and experienced, took it all in. The hunger was obvious in Chris’s eyes. Kevin loved living near the college. Chris wasn’t the first 18 year old he had had as a visitor, but he was special, Kevin thought. What a sexy young stud. His body was perfect, lean and strong, his ass cheeks must be fabulous, Kevin imagined. And he knew he would find out. Chris’s eyes had betrayed him. He was a little faggot just waiting to discover himself. Kevin couldn’t wait to show him, but he wanted him eager, desperate even. I know he wants me, Kevin told himself, but let’s make him need it. Something was telling Kevin this boy could be special. The lust and the time that boys eyes had spent on his bulge told him Chris might be all bottom, Kevin’s favorite type. Boys that hungry and horny gave in quickly. Usually so hungry he didn’t have to spend much, if any time, convincing them to let him fuck them his way. The only way Kevin liked to fuck. Raw. Bareback. All of this flashed thru Kevin’s mind in just a few seconds, as he reached out and put a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Why don’t we go inside and get out of the sun for a moment and that way we can get to know each other a little without everyone around us listening to us gossip on the patio”, Kevin laughed, adding “I bet you are going to be such a good neighbor.” Chris was nervous as hell, but unable to summon any resistance. As he was led in, Kevin pointed to the couch and turned around and shut the sliding door. Walking towards the sofa, his cock stirred a little. He wasn’t sure yet, and he was prepared to be patient drawing this boy in, but something was telling him he might not need to wait. This kid seemed starving for man sex. And it was driving Kevin wild. More and more, he was sure Chris was going to be special, a little cumslut. His new fuck toy.

PART 3 I laid there for a few minutes when I heard a voice at the door asking if I had forgotten him. I turned to see the black guy from The Pit standing in my room closing the door behind him. He asked if I had enjoyed the two black men he had sent. Foolishly, I asked him which two? He said the two that had just exited my room. I told him that I had enjoyed both and thanked him. I asked him what I owed him for such, and he told me he would collect his due. I had no doubt of that. He asked if I had taken both their loads, and I told him yes. He said, “Good. I love fucking in a cum-filled hole.” With that he arranged me on my back where I pulled my legs up to my chest while he knelt down to drive me crazy again tongue fucking my well used hole. He kept this up for awhile finally telling me to squeeze out some of that cum. I complied. He slurped it up and finally stood up leaning over me planting a big open-mouthed kiss on me sharing the contents he had sucked out of my ass. What a tasty treat it was. He pulled me to him so that the small of my back was at the edge of the bed and held my legs on his shoulders as he took aim at my willing and juicy hole. He found the entrance and proceeded to push himself into my hole as I pushed outward to allow him easy entry. He took his time pushing in and out going a little further each time until his hard black curved cock was totally engulfed in my ass. He began to fuck me with gentleness as he told me how his first buddy was notorious for breeding white ass with his poz cum loads. He told me how he loved to watch his buddy breed a white ass knowing that he had torn it up with his nails before impaling the unsuspecting white guy and ripping his ass open to bleed causing the tears that would allow his strain to enter the white guy permanently. I’m hearing all of this as he continued to plunge fully into my ass pulling his black cock out until only the head was still inside. He intermittently gave me a kiss or licks my face as he pulled me closer to him as his hard fucking backed me away from him. He began to squeeze gently on my nipples and increased the amount of pressure until he was causing some serious sensation or what some men call pain—I love the sensation of my nipples being so tortured. He had been fucking me for about fifteen minutes when he really picked up the pace and began slamming into my ass grabbing my uppermost thighs and pulling me to him. Sweat glistened on him as it did on me. I reached overhead and pushed my hands against the wall to keep me closer to meet his thrusts. His hands let go of my thighs and grabbed my nipples one last time squeezing and twisting them as hard as he could for a few seconds and then returned to holding my thighs beginning his final ramming home. He let go with a deep guttural growling as I sensed his big black cock swell up and expel his first salvo of his ball juices. He stopped his pumping in and out motion and allowed his cock to swell up and as it spit out his cum load into my ass he would ram full length into my ass with me clamping down on his cock as he pulled out so that every drop would be pulled out of his cock and into my ass. He continued to swell and spit his cum in my ass for several minutes finally breathing heavily and gasping for air ending eventually with his cock impaled in my ass and the two of us both savoring what had just happened. Slowly he withdrew his cock steadying himself on my knees as I lay on the bed. He smiled broadly. After recovering his composure, he leaned over my body to come face to face with me and asked, “When are you leaving here?” I told him I had probably overstayed my time and needed to go. He said, “Good. You’re coming home with me. I need to fuck you some more.” With that, he stood up, told me he would be back soon as he got his stuff from his room, and would be back for me. I got up, changed into street clothes, and gathered my gear and the linens and waited. Soon enough he was back, and we left. END PART 3 PART 4 Outside he asked if I had driven which I hadn’t. He said he had. We went to his car and started for his place. On the way, he asked if I fucked with only black guys. I told him no. We chatted about other things but mainly about sex and Man’s Country. He then popped the question about partying and if I did. I told him yes but just not to excess. He asked what and I told him a little pot, poppers, ethyl, coke once, and mostly meth. He asked what I liked best. I told him meth. I liked to snort, smoke, and especially slam. We got to his apartment about that time. We went in, and he took me straight into the bedroom where we both stripped. He was even more super hot looking. I was looking forward to being fucked by him again. He had me to lie down on his bed at the edge where he again began eating my ass and this time really digging his tongue in there. He ate and literally chewed on my ass for several minutes when he looked up at me and asked, “You like it rough, don’t you? I mean, you like your ass really worked over hard like your tits.” I told him yes. With that, he began to chew even harder on my ass for a couple of minutes more and then shoved several fingers in my hole and pulled it wide open. “Yeah, I’m going to tear you up and you’re going to beg for more.” He stood up, shoved my legs back against my chest, and shoved two of his fingers in my ass and began shredding the inside with his nails just like his buddy had done. He did this for several minutes and without warning, pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with my ass and shoved all the way in. The pain was delightful as he slammed full length into me. He began fucking my ass and spitting on me. He grabbed my tits and began mercilessly twisting and pulling them. I looked at him in total awe and adoration and lust. The pain was magnificent. The more he realized I was in pain the more pain he inflicted. He began slapping my ass cheeks hard between torturing my tits. This continued for many minutes until he finally yanked his cock out of my ass leaving me feeling so empty. He grabbed my right leg lifting it up off his shoulder and pushed it across his body giving me full indication to roll onto my stomach which I did. I heard him step away returning quickly and then heard a “whoosh” sound and feeling a sharp pain as the sound ended. My back was on fire. Once, twice, three times, four, five, six times the sound and then the sharp pain either on my back or on my ass. He was beating me with a belt. The pain tore through me registering fully with each blow exciting me. My cock began to fill with my blood and grew to its fullest. He then dropped the belt and was on top of me in an instant burying his now steel-hard raw black cock into my ass. He plunged in and out of my hole faster than any piston on the fastest race car motor accelerating it to its fullest capacity. I felt each mark he had made with his belt as his body pressed into mine. He and I both were in a frenzy of animal sexual lust. In less than two minutes he was biting the back of my neck as he unleashed his cum into my ass once more. This torrent of cum felt like he was pissing in my ass but we knew he was breeding me good. We both knew it was a poz breeding since he had shredded my ass with his nails but that wasn’t needed to be said aloud; we just knew and both needed it that way. We both hit our climax as only seconds after he began shooting his cock hit my prostate and I began involuntarily unloading my own cum. It was many minutes before either of us could move. We were both spent—totally spent. He moved to my side as I turned to look at him and two huge grins faced each other with four eyes sparkling with contentment. With the look of satisfaction and total exhaustion, he got us up off the bed, I went back and sucked up my cum load as he laughed. He turned down the bed, and we crawled in together. I backed up to him and felt his beautiful semi hard cock pressing against me. He worked it into my ass, and we both contentedly without saying a word fell asleep. We slept soundly, but all good things must come to an end. I awoke and could tell it was daylight. I was still tired but my bladder needed relief. I was no longer impaled on my fuckers cock. I gently eased away from him and got out of bed. At the edge, I heard him ask me where I was going. “To piss.” He pointed to a closed door and said, “In there.” I went where he was pointing and did my business returning to bed shortly. He lifted the covers for me, and I again backed up to him. We lay there for a few minutes when he began to disentangle himself saying he had to piss now. He told me to sleep. I was really tired. I know that I heard him go into the bathroom and heard him piss. Pissing is such a distinct sound. Before he returned to bed, I must have dozed off as I gave a jerk awake when I felt him lift the covers and get in bed again moving to me. I welcomed his arms around me again and was content in sleeping some more with this man who had beaten me with his belt and fucked me like a mad man. END PART 4

My philosophy is that I have no choice over whether a top cums in me or not, though I do always ask if they're neg or not. Even so, there have been a couple of occasions where during the fuck I've changed my mind and the top has rightly told me to shut up and take it.