Leaderboard

I have two good contenders for this from the many raunchy things I've done sexually and even better is both are on film. 1)Filmed last summer at Fist Fest out in public, a top with a very fat long cock and nice size paws put me in a sling and went to town on my loose ass. At one point we were so in the zone we went to take a hit of poppers at the same time and we instinctively clinked the bottles in a toast before huffing up high. The top took turns fisting and fucking my hole, ultimately breeding his load into it. He then buried his face in my open hole and ate the nut seed out, before standing up and leaning over me in the sling and letting the cum drip down in a long strand before clamping his open mouth over mine to feed me the rest of his warm male essence as we kissed deep and rough. 2) Filmed during Pig Week in Nov/Dev 2022, a top peeled a banana and stuffed half of it in my hole. He then began to eat it out of me before rising up to bend over me in the cling and feed it to me. He put the rest of the banana in me and went to town fucking my ass and breeding it with his nut while his fat cock mashed the banana. After seeding my fruit filled hole, he squatted down and ate the cummy mess out of me, only to stand up once again and feed me that seed coated banana.

Author note: this is part true, part fiction. Except my 10th HIV birthday I've talked about everywhere, I won't tell you or give you clues on what's fantasy, I let you go through chapters and guess what you want. Fantasy is made for this... Exaggerations are in order! --- Part 1, today: the waiting room Here I am, sitting on a chair, inside the clinic's waiting room; my boyfriend's hand firmly squeezing my knee. Around us many other people are waiting in silence, everyone with their untold stories. "Think of me boy", I whispered in my guy's ear, covering his hand with mine. In years of friendship and months as a couple, I've learnt the effect produced by my warm hand on his. "For me the situation was opposite, 10 years ago I had opposite feelings. Now it's different, honey! It's just to confirm what we already know". My boy had tears in his eyes and leaned his head on my shoulder; "you're 53", I teased him, "you claim to be brave and cry like a baby!" I kissed his hair, ignoring the blaming gaze of a woman in front of us. "Love", he cried; "what about if I get a bad news?" "We'll face it and behave accordingly", I said; "now go, they already called your turn! I'll wait for you here". Five, ten, fifteen minutes, I didn't know what time it was when he came out from doctor's room but I think I'm going to never forget his face: he had the biggest smile I've ever seen, and held an envelope in his hand. "Thanks", he almost screamed when he jumped in my arms planting a kiss on my lips; "I'm so happy for us!" The lady in front of us didn't stop looking in our direction and, with us almost exiting the door, she finally spoke: "another lucky homosexual who plays with fire", I hardly sent a smile at her; "you homos are challenging death... next time it would end up with a bad news, like me!" "Undetectable", I replied; "the test confirmed that my man is no longer at risk! Never more!" Taking my guy's hand, I ran out of the clinic as quickly as I could! That ball-buster would never have understood what freedom is. "Let the world think I'm happy for a neg result", my guy said; "they'll never understand us!" We sat into the car and exchanged a congratulation deep kiss before starting the engine. "It's the same clinic I went 10 years ago", I said, and it's like it was then! But now with a new awareness". Our poz life was just beginning, and I was ready to share with my biologically bonded love, how it started. How the journey had been till now. To be continued.

I had to make a paper towel diaper when writing this, because I was generating so much pre-cum. Enjoy! ------------------------------------ The 15-minute walk back home replenished my poppers-lungs with fresh oxygen and the cool spring air made everything so clear. I could feel a familiar wetness between my ass cheeks, and it made my cock tingle. When I entered our home, I looked through the bedroom door and found my husband naked in bed, playing games on his phone. He was so fucking cute. Even though we’ve been together for ages, I was still as much in love with him as I was when we first met. My husband Vincent, or Vince, was a short slim guy, making him look like a twink even though he was in his early forties. Only his well-trimmed beard would give a hint as to what the real age of this blonde beauty was. He was clearly popular among the dark Spanish guys, looking like a miniature Viking. My little pocket Viking, as I used to call him. He smiled at me and asked: - “Did you have fun, babe?” - “I sure did…”, I answered as I took off all my clothes. I jumped on the bed next to him, kissed him and crawled as close as possible to his warm body. The feeling of his naked skin against mine is the best feeling in the world. All troubles, aches and pains just melt away as I caress every part of his smooth skin. He kissed me back and as I caressed his hairless ass, he grabbed my hand and pushed my index finger into his hole. It was wet. He’d been fucked while I was gone. My cock immediately became rock hard again. I’ve never been able to resist his freshly fucked, cum filled hole. - “Seems like you’ve had some fun too?” - “Yes, when you left, I kept thinking of you getting fucked and I got horny and wanted some action for myself, so I started Scruff and was hit up by this bear couple who lives just two blocks away.” - “So, you’ve got two loads in there?”, I said, getting even hornier. - “Uhm… More like five…”, he said and blushed. “We talked about how much I love cum, so they brough two condoms from some safe-sex-couple of tops they had met earlier today. They used it as lube when they fucked me. And one of the guys came twice, so that would make it five.” - “Holy fuck… You slut. You sexy fucking slut!”, I responded and started to leak pre-cum while I kept fingering his sloppy hole. - “What about you?”, he said, quickly pushing me onto my back while moving between my legs, lifting my right leg onto his shoulder, and inserting two fingers in my sore hole. “How many loads did you get?” I let out a yelp and rolled my eyes as I was very sore from the treatment I’d received at the sauna. Do I tell him the truth? How much of a cumdump slut is TOO much for him to handle? On the other hand, I’ve never heard of him taking five loads in one session before, and ten is only twice as much, which is a quite common factor between us. - “Ten, I think…”, I wheezed between clenched teeth. - “Wow, yeah, I can feel how wet and used you are. And I seem to notice you’re in some pain?”, he said and snickered. “Someone extra big got to you?”. - “You could say that. Like a fucking fist…” - “Wow…” My husband was hard as a fucking rock. While fingering me with his left hand he jerked his 17 cm cock with the right. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. His fingering was caressing the damage that had been done to me, massaging the cum into the mucus membranes. The pains were slowly diminishing, making it very pleasurable. He noticed and directed the head of his cock at my hole, eager to push in, but I stopped him with a hand on his stomach. - “I… It might not be a good idea right now…”, I fumbled with the words, not wanting to tell him, but also not wanting to put him at risk by letting him stick his neg cock in my hole that was filled with poz cum. - “Why? You don’t seem to be in pain anymore. Please, I didn’t cum when they fucked me, I need to cum!”, he said, spat on his cock and rubbed it over the head and onto the shaft. - “It could be risky. There could be poz cum in there and we haven’t been good with the PrEP lately, I don’t want you to catch anything.” - “We’re both cumdumps, there’s always a risk. The cum in my ass could also be poz.”, he said and pushed his cock hard against my hole. - “Yeah, but…”, I couldn’t get out of this. “The cum in my ass IS poz!”, I said looking seriously straight into his eyes. - “Just like the cum in MY ass.”, he said and leaned forward over me, kissed me deeply and simultaneously plunged his cock deep into me. I couldn’t speak for several reasons; the shock, the pleasure, the pain, the deep kissing, the overwhelming sense of us being absolutely perfect for each other. We were the same. The same twisted, perverted sluts. The same cock-hungry cumdumps. He kept fucking my ass with his cock, and my mouth with his tongue. I kept grabbing his body trying to push him deeper into me, squeezing his cock with my ass. He stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes. - “I can’t believe how good this feels. Your ass is so wet and hot. I can feel all that poz cum caressing my cock inside you. But I’m too close to cumming.” He looked down, took his cock out and with his right hand he scooped up a big dollop of poz cum from my ass. It was tinted pink with my blood. He let my legs down from his shoulders and rubbed the cum all over my cock, then climbed on top and sat down on it. It slid in easily all the way down until I could feel the weight of his body on my pelvis. He threw his head back and grabbed my chest with his hands as he sat there, waiting for his ass to accommodate my rather thick cock. I sat up and embraced him in a warm hug, then grabbed his ass cheeks and lifted him slightly off my cock, only to drop him back down, hard. He yelped and told me to do it again, but harder. I did. And I did again. And again. Harder and harder until I was lifting him up and slamming him down again with all the power I could muster. - “FUCKING DESTROY ME!”, he screamed, driving his nails into the flesh of my back. - “I’m gonna fucking cum baby!”, it was all too much for me to handle. - “Shoot that last fucking neg load into my ass, my love! Mix it with those poz loads in me! I love you so much!” He kissed me again as I started shooting inside him. Probably the biggest load of my life, the orgasm just wouldn’t subside, and I forgot to breathe. I was shaking and blacking out, collapsing onto my back on the bed again. A few seconds later I came to and saw my husband sitting there on my cock, looking beautiful and very happy, but still very, very hard and horny. He still hadn’t cum, but I would not leave him that way. No way; I’m a better husband than that. - “Fuck me!”, I demanded. - “I fucking will…”, he said and got of my dick, squeezing it properly so that no cum would leak out of him. He got back in position between my legs, lifted them over his shoulders and shoved his cock all the way in in one quick move. No spit, no pre-cum, no lube, just force, and the poz cum that was slowly leaking out of my battered hole. As I had just cum, I was a bit tighter again, and it hurt. To my surprise he grabbed my throat and started choking me while violently pounding my ass. He had never done that before, but there was a wildness in his eyes that just made the choking make sense. I felt the need for air increasing, the room beginning to spin, but at the same time all the pain was gone and replaced with a feeling of euphoria, and before it became scary, he let out a roar and unloaded in me, then collapsed on top of me. We just laid like that for a long time, catching our breaths, him still inside me, me caressing his back. - “I love you.”, I whispered in his ear. - “You have no fucking idea how much I love you.”, he said back.

One of the guys I play with is so into this.. I've been pushing the issue after he blows a load not to pull out but to fill my guts with his piss. After convincing him one night as he was laying on me i told him dont pull out and fill me with piss. So he tried it and ass he filled me with his warm piss he moaned and started the thrust and got hard again. He now loves it and as he fills me he would pull out to piss on my back also... I get him to drink a lot of water before we play.

Teddy stood in the corner of Bill’s basement playroom. He was tightly bound with his hands at his sides, a chain from the ceiling attached to his padded collar the only thing helping him keep balance. His body was striped evenly, all around, from shoulders to the soles of his feet, the welts from the nylon whip Daddy Mark had used on him at home aching slightly, and hurting at places where the rope binding him intersected with a welt. Teddy was gagged tight. His nipples were clamped, pulled tight and hard by the small weighs attached to the chain tying them together. He was rock hard—right before they left home Daddy Mark had injected him with 50 units of trimix so it would be easier for him to use a little whip all around his cock and balls, Teddy’s scream’s delighting him. He held is upper body was still as he could, a long thick dildo deep in his guts. “Daddy Bill wants to use your hole hard tonight, boy,” Daddy Mark whispered, slipping his rock hard cock between Teddy’s sore asschecks. In their home playroom Mark had bound Teddy’s arms to his sides after taking his arms down from the St Andrew’s cross he had been attached to while being whipped. “He wants your hole to flame like a comet before you beg us to punch you.” Teddy shuddered, remembering the intense pain and pleasure of ridding one of Daddy Bill’s signature comets. “Told him it would be my pleasure to soften you up,” Mark grunted, spewing a big load of cum into Teddy’s chute. Mark kept his cock inside Teddy’s guts, moving around until he paused and Teddy felt the familiar warm tingle of a big load of chempiss squirting into his guts. Slapping Teddy’s cheeks hard to make him clench, Mark pulled his softening cock out of Teddy’s ass. He reached down and applied some lube to a big but plug and shoved it home, making Teddy groan and squirm. Attaching big titclamps to Teddy’s nipples, he leaned in and gave Teddy a rough case, “You know I love you, boy,” Mark said, reaching down and squeezing Teddy’s swollen balls, “I hurt you because I love you.” “You look like the hottest little candy cane with those gorgeous stripes,” Daddy Bill had chuckled when Teddy, arms bound to his side, nipples aching as the chain between the clamps bounced, walked carefully down into Bill’s basement playroom. Mark walked behind Teddy, naked except for a leather vest, his cock rock hard, accentuated by the silver cock ring he wore, his wiry, muscly, yoga arms out making sure Teddy didn’t fall. He guided Teddy to a corner of the room, where there was a shower, big old claw-foot bathtub, and toilet. Daddy Bill called it the enema station, but Teddy knew it was also a place where both men delighted in humiliating him, showing him he had no privacy or control of his own hole. Matty watched the show bound and gagged too, his ankles and wrists attached to the spreader bar by a pair of padded cuffs. Matty’s back was striped, having been given 50 stripes from an nylon whip about 20 minutes prior. His cock had also been shot full of his first dose of trimex, and his balls were tightly bound with a piece of rawhide that wrapped up and around his cock, the black leather showcasing the red stripes on his darkish blue-black cock and balls. Bill had whipped his cock and balls hard, and his cock pulsed and ached in memory of how hard he had screamed as Bill tested Matty’s limits as a painpig. Matty also had a fresh load of chempiss plugging his hole, and he was learning what it was to get high on coke chempiss when your eyes were already black from an enormous booty bump of Tina that was delivered by an enormous muscle hand inside your ass. Daddy Bill stood in front of Teddy. He leaned down and nibbled on a welt that ran across Teddy’s taunt, hard, little pecs. Teddy hissed, and Mark laughed and licked the stripe. Bill reached up and removed Teddy’s gag, smothering Teddy’s beautiful full pink lips with his own huge mouth. “My fist is gonna make you scream tonight,” he said seriously, “Scream in pain and in pleasure.” Teddy groaned and Bill slapped him hard, “What do you say when one of your daddy’s offers to hurt you, baby boy,” “Thank you, Daddy,” Teddy breathed.” “That’s more like it,” Bill said, “Now get over this toilet and we’re going to get that chempiss out of you.” Daddy Mark, his hard cock jutting out swollen with from desire walked over to Matty. Reaching down, he twisted Matty’s nipples before removing his gag. “Daddy Bill says you got a sweet mouth, kid,” Mark said, “Show my hard cock what you can do.” Matty settled in, sucking Mark’s cock with gusto, while Mark slapped his head and twisted his nipples. The abuse only made him suck more enthusiastically, feeling Mark’s thickness increase in his mouth. There hadn’t been a lot of fluid left in Teddy’s ass, after riding 20 minutes, plugged and bound in the backseat of their big BMW X7. Daddy Mark always complained the car was too big, much preferring to drive the bright blue M4 coupe he had bought Teddy for his 30th birthday: parking the big SUV around town was a bitch. But the bigger car had real third row seat, the buttery leather upholstery covered with a vinyl cover. Hidden by the dark glass of the back windows, it was a discrete way for a respected partner at a major law firm to transport his naked and bound boy, the boy himself a rising member of the local LGBTQ mental-health community. Neither of whom should be seen accidentally in this position. Teddy wasn’t ashamed of his kinks, at least not any more, his colleagues and friends knew he was the submissive in a triangle with two men. But some things were better left unseen. Besides, Teddy’s relationship to his body was still a work in progress, a hangover from the shame his hyper-Christian parents had instilled in him. The first time Daddy Mark fisted him deep it had begun to change his relationship to his body. Acknowledging freely his interest in being used so deeply by other men set him on the path where he no longer felt a twinge of shame or nervousness walking into a gay bar or club shirtless, red-trimmed collar blaring his love of fisting, his bound arms and leash connecting to a leash fasted in the belt loop of one or the other of the hot daddies who fisted him regularly. Having spent most of his life dancing on stages in tight clothing, often shirtless, Matty didn’t share Teddy’s issues with body image. However, Mark was discovering Matty didn’t take to his role as a piss-drinker naturally. Matty had tried hard, but the taste just kept making him gag, no matter how hard he tried. It was clear Matty was turned on by the idea, but there was some deeper [banned word] he couldn’t quite break through. So Mark had finally released the kid from the spreader bar and affixed a urinal gag, denying himself the pleasure of seeing Matty’s beautiful lips suckle on his cock. After he finished, Mark was careful to praise him for doing a good job. He was much younger and less experienced than Teddy, he kept reminding himself, and needed to be brought along carefully. “Come, crawl along beside me,” Mark said to Matty, “practice makes perfect.” Matty gagged and choked a bit when Daddy Bill, his cock still slick from despositing a load of seed up Teddy’s butt, released a heavy potent stream into the urinal, some of it splashing up and burning his eyes. As he swallowed all that piss down, Mark reached down and slipped his fist inside, depositing a big booty bump. “Take Teddy’s boy piss, too,” Mark directed, “Let that Tina wam up your hole and get you ready for your deep training.” Matty took Teddy’s piss load, potent from not being allowed to release his bladder through several hours of torture, like a champ. Matty was also opening up like a champ, Mark thought, threading the second of the big ridges of the Manrammer up into his increasingly stretched hole, admiring the way the rock hard melons of his ass looked with the obscenely large tool sticking out. He was on his back and blindfolded—he was convinced that to get a boy to take his hole deep it was better if they didn’t actually see certain big toys until they’d taken them once—and Daddy Bill held the boys legs back for Mark to work. The kid was moaning and groaning, “Please fuck me deep, Daddy Mark,”. the kid panted, “Take my ass please. Daddy Bill’s been teasing me deep inside all night, I need you in me bad.” “Give him a little top up, please Bill,” Mark murmured, “Kid’s gonna need to want this final stretch.” Bill dipped his finger in the lube, then coated it with Tina powder, rolling his finger in one of the larger lines laid out on a special plate. They were always careful to keep the Tina for booty bumps separate from that used for snorted lines. He slipped his finger in the boys hole, trying to coat the big dildo as much as possible so it would pull the Tina deeper in to Matty’s hole. Mission accomplished—Matty started squirming, the heat in his hole increasing and his begging more urgent—Bill climbed up in the bed. “Take four big hits of those poppers, baby boy,” he directed, “Then get ready to worship my muscle ass.” As Matty finished up the poppers Bill climbed and lowered his asshole directly over Matty’s questing tongue. Grabbing the spreader bar and pulling it way back, Bill and Matty settled into an obscene balance. Seeing that everyone was settled and that Matty’s lips were fully engaged in worshipping Bill’s asshole, Daddy Mark began to push. All three plugs began to enter the boy, the first one moving deeper into his inner chamber, the second, larger one starting to enter behind that, and the great big one began to stretch his outer hole wide. Mark got Matty to the widest part and he stopped. “Feel me stretching all your hole was once, boy,” Mark said. Matty groaned, “Yes Daddy,” the words muffled by Bill’s enormous muscle ass. As Bill reached down and squeezed his bound balls hard, Mark pushed the toy home. Matty screamed as the huge toys stretched and settled deep inside. Bill was glad he’d moved to the side right at the last minute, both so he could enjoy the look on Matty’s face as he received his first deep fuck but also he’d been afraid Matty might bite him. Matty looked almost as beautiful as he had when he took Bill’s big hand. He had a big smile on his face, “Fuuuuuck Daddy Mark,” he breathed, “God that feels good.” Mark ripped his blindfold off and kissed Matty hard, holding the big dildo steady. Leaning back, he gave Bill a quick nod. Bill reached up and delivered one of his back-and-forth slaps that turned the kid on. At the same time, he grabbed the boys balls and gave a ball-crushing sleeve. As Matt screamed out, Mark pushed the remaining inch of the toy home taking Matty even deeper. Matty was on another planet, his body overwhelmed from the abuse everywhere. He felt the dildo go places no one had ever taken him. He jerked and gave little cries for nearly a minute, then as he settled down a feeling of intense euphoria overwhelmed him. He brought his hands up to his nipples and began to play, rounding his hips as if to take the toy deeper. “It’s called a manrammer, boy,” Mark said, “But once inside your hole we call it a pussymaker, because one I use it on a boy hole it’s a deep needy pussy forever.” Mark grabbed the toys handle and began to slowly move the toy around, creating space for hands and fists all up and down Matty’s colon. On the bed, Bill, so turned on by seeing Matty suffer and take the toy, had his rock hard cock down Matty’s throat. As Matty spluttered and gagged from the sudden face fuck, he struggled a bit to keep everything going at once. Mark stopped moving the toy for a second and dipped his finger in the lube and then added a line. He delivered this quickly and efficiently to Matty’s hole and then quickly repeated this, gave him another big line up his hole. He heard Matty groan from the burn, muffled and garguling around Bill’s enormous cock relentlessly fucking Matty’s mouth hole. “You’ll thank me for those bumps later, boy,” Mark said quietly, as much much to himself as anyone. “I’m gonna be using this big toy on your hole for hours,” he promised, as Bill began yelling and shooting ropes of cum down Matty’s throat. Still talking to himself, his voice all but drowned out by the sound of Bill orgasming and Matty choking around the big cock, Mark began slowly fucking Matty’s hole with the giant dildo. “Wanna get you open and tender, no better tool than this, three big plugs fucking your holes all at once,” he promised, glancing over at the leather duffel he had carried in and thinking of the full-length ribbed rubber glove waiting inside like a black snake. Pulling the toy out until all of Matty’s holes were held open wide, Mark softly said, “Gonna stretch you so I can hurt you and give you your first comet ride,”. And he pushed the big toy back in with a more force, Matty groaning and begging for more.

My boyfriend and I decided to go to Berlin for the weekend. While we had vaguely heard about the vibrant gay scene over there, little did we know that we were going to leave with our assholes completely destroyed. We decided to go to a sauna called ‘boiler room’ and from the auspicious glance that our Uber driver gave us, we knew that we were going to have a great time. From the moment we stepped into the venue the horniest scene filled my eyes. There were the hottest German boys everywhere, some with red towels around there waists, and others letting it all hang out. My boyfriend and I decided to split up to see who could get the most loads by the end of the night. As he headed towards the wet sauna area, I headed towards the maze and instantly locked eyes with an extremely cute Italian boy. Put simply, his body was amazing. The combination of his hot muscles combined with his cheeky grin instantly made my cock twinge. I grazed my hand on his pert bottom, and he grabbed my hand in search of an empty room. Around us was the sound of animalistic fucking, there was just so much raw, horny sex happing all round us. Finally, after passing many occupied rooms, we found one at the end containing a single leather bench and a sling. My cock just got even harder. Upon noticing the viewing window, my Italian friend asked if I minded of people watched. The prospect of that was enough to send my cock to full mast. The Italian boy looked down and saw my cock protrude out of my towel like so and dropped it, and went down to suck it. The way that he used his tongue was nothing that I had ever felt before. And when I loosened his towel, the largest cock I had ever seen was revealed, growing harder as I caressed it inside my mouth. After a round of glorious messing about, he motioned towards the sling and indicated that I should get on it. I had never used a sling before, but I was more than eager to try. He helped me into the swinging leather contraption, and as he positioned my legs in the straps, I noticed how vulnerable my arsehole was- exposed for anyone to take advantage of. After he had positioned me, he lubricated his gleaming penis with his spit and started grazing it against my arse crack, teasing me as it readied itself to enter. And then he did, slowly at first, but then faster and deeper. The swinging motion from being in the sling made me feel as though I was closer to the motions of his glorious body as he rearranged my insides. Watching his gleaming, sweaty abs as he fucked me raw was a most majestic sight, I wish that my partner could see me now, he loved to see me being taken advantage of. looking towards the window, I could see three massive guys stroking their cocks in appreciation of the scene. And all of a sudden as the Italian increased his pace, and as his breathing got deeper and deeper, he let a gasp and I could feel his penis pulsate in my hole, leaving gushes of beautiful semen deep inside my hole. I made a mental note. That was just the first load of the night…

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mi6YtVuxbtwP Love watching these dudes load up asses!

It takes exceptional drive and creativiTy to impress me, but I'm more than sure that you'd be extra recepTive to that @TaKinGDeePanal. You know, now that I see this story bumped - AND that the original author has left and is willing to let someone else finish his story, I've been thinking all day that I may contact the moderators and see if I may be allowed to finish it. It'd be fun to do erotic fiction rather than the actual events I recount from my sex diary in my blog on this site.

I prefer a nice wet used hole. I have fucked tight holes and it's not comfortable for me or the bottom.

Matty yelled as the feeling of Daddy Bill’s big hand entering his ass fully for the first time overwhelmed his entire body. He immediately started shaking and panting, making small groaning noises as his asshole learned how to exist around something so big. “Fuucking hell, baby boy,” Bill coed in his ear, wild with excitement and what he had just done to this gorgeous Twink, “I can’t believe it’s your first fist and it’s was my big paw that took you baby boy. Fuck you are a little miracle, baby boy, a fucking miracle.” But although Matty was staring intently into Bill’s eyes, he was barely listening. His entire body was alive, it was like he had crossed a mountain and could finally see: fisting was so fucking hot. Every part of his body tingled, his ass felt so full and the stretch felt so good—no wonder Teddy had acted like getting fisted was the coolest thing ever. Because. It. Fucking. Was. It was also a huge fucking hand in his ass. He groaned and cried out, his upper body convulsing slightly as struggled around the giant lodged in his ass. He knew Bill’s hand was bigger than any toy he’d ever taken. After a few seconds of this—although it felt like a lifetime—he came down from the mountain of endorphins to actually be in the world. He realized he was staring at Daddy Bill and Daddy Bill was saying something soothing to him. Matty smiled, looking in those big brown eyes, dark now from the drugs, and said, “Thank you, Daddy.” Matty reached down with one hand and for the first time felt another man’s wrist buried inside his hole, he moaned again, feeling the stretch. Bill kept his hand completely still, knowing that the boy’s masochistic tendencies and love of getting fucked would combine soon enough with the large amount of Tina he had consumed. When that happened, Matty would be ready for more. He was in no hurry—they had all weekend. And Mark could wait until the boy was ready for him. To be fair Mark was really good at getting boys where they needed to be and he knew the value of taking things slow at the beginning. Fuck, Mark hadn’t let him get with Teddy for several weeks and Teddy who had already been at the fisting and big toy game for about a year before he met Mark. But Matty was so beautiful—and as Bill had discovered and Teddy suspected, a total pig—that Bill figured that Mark’s famed strategic patience was probably going to be tested by this particular wait. “Fuck baby boy,” Bill said, leaning in close to Matty sculpted face, “You are so fucking beautiful right now.” Matty smiled, “God you make me feel so good, daddy,” Matty practically cooed, “Big gorgeous man with his fist up my hole.” Somehow saying those words turned Mattyon like a Christmas tree, he felt the intense feeling of submission he craved, and suddenly he needed more. “Oh god please fuck me, daddy,” Matty begged. Knowing his big paw could easily damage the inexperienced pig, Bill began to very slowly move his hand around inside. He still couldn’t quite believe the little man had done it. He had always expected to have to wait until Mark got out to the farm to stretch the boy out. No one had ever taken his fist first—fuck even Teddy, who at 25 had already been one of the hungriest butt pigs he had ever known—had taken him only with considerable effort even after Mark had been opening his entire colon with huge toys and his balled fist for hours. Bill fisted the boy slowly, never breaking new ground, just helping to make more space in his hole. As the Tina feelings kicked in, the boy began to whine a bit. “More daddy, more,” he begged. “Oh, baby boy, you don’t know how much I want to be punch fucking you right now,” Bill growled, “But we gotta go slow before we go fast.” Bill bent forward, hand lodged in the kid’s hole, and kissed him hard, tongue half way down Matty’s throat. Matty moaned as Bill started nipping and biting his throat and chest. Suddenly, his mouth was sucking one of Matty’s oversized areola into his mouth. As the nub of the nipple entered Bill’s and he bit down harder than he ever had. Matty arched his back and screamed and Bill felt his ass open up and he pushed hard. Matty yelled “Fuuuuck me daddy, fuck me!” And Bill slowly steadily pulled his big hand back. He slow fisted the kid, going just about 1/2-3/4 inch into the rectum and then pulling back to the 23-three-year kid’s assring. Bill knew from what Teddy told him, that with a first fist fuck, the smallest movements would feel huge. Matty’s upper body was squirming, he was touching his nipples, and chest constantly, as the incredible fullness activated his innate pigginess. Bill saw the change, and keeping his eyes on Matty the entire time, dipped his finger down into the tub of crisco beside him. He then rolled his finger around in the line of Tina he had crushed fine and laid out earlier. Matty felt Bill’s fist pause for a second. He felt a meaty long finger enter underneath Bill’s wrist. As it came in there was a slightly scrape and familiar burn. Bill rubbed the Tina-filled finger into the triangle space of his folded hand, distributing Tina both into Matty’s hole onto his hand. As Matty began to buck and moan, he withdrew his finger, being sure to roll it around inside Matty’s chute to ensure the kid got as much into his hole as possible. He then slowly twisted his hand, the feeling driving Matty wild, and very slowly opened his palm part way, giving Matty the rest of the huge line. Bill felt the change inside the hot little man immediately, as the fresh dosage increased the heat inside Marty’s stretched hole. The entire hole relaxed more than it ever had. He increased the pace of his fucking, and slapped the boy hard, four times, back and forth across his face. As he did so, he felt Matty’s hole give him even more room to play and so he increased the fist fuck, starting to pull out towards the assring and driving in, now starting to nudge the second ring. “What do baby boys say when daddy gives his boy hole a special present?” Bill asked darkly, sticking the finger that has been in the kids ass down Matty’s throat. Matty suckled and licked, and managed to say around Bill’s fingers invading his mouth, “Thwank you, swir.” “You know what, baby boy?” Bill said, “See this hand,” pulling his hand out of Matt’s mouth. “Yes, daddy.” “This hand’s function is to punish your face,” slapping Matty’s face lightly, “your nipples,” grabbing one and twisting hard, “and your little boy balls,” grabbing both balls in his hand and crushing down hard. Matty screamed, but pain pig that he was, his ass opened up more. Bill pulled his hand out further the he had, pausing as the assring stretched at the widest point of the knuckles. Matty grunted, moaned, and then panted from the stretch. Bill held him there for a moment, letting the totality of his control of the boys body sink in. “Now this hand that stretching your ass, baby boy,” Bill continued, “This hands function is to stretch you, baby boy,” and he pulsed his hand just slightly, stretching the inside of Matty’s ring and rectum. “But it also likes to punish too,” as he said this he shoved his hand harder than anything he had given Matty before, pushing through his rectum until the triangle of his fingers was lodged at the first knuckle inside Matty’# second hole. Matty screamed briefly, but within seconds he was groaning. “Hurt me, daddy, hurt my ass,” Matty begged, “Stretch me, daddy, more, please daddy.” Bill pulled slowly out, bringing his hand again to the kid’s assring, letting his knuckles slide out. He changed the shape of his hand, making the triangle wider and flatter. “Oh you can count on that, baby boy,” he said pushing hard, stretching Matty’s assring wider over his knuckles, the larger shape stretching the boy hole. Until again a tiny bit of his fingers were lodged inside Matty’s tight inner ring. Matty screamed again, panting and groaning from the stretch. Bill fisted the little pig for a bit. He didn’t enter the inner ring any deeper, but he did play with it, questing his individual fingers inside, singly, in twos and in threes. It drove Matty wild, when he felt action in that space, and he begged Bill for me. “No can do, baby boy,” Bill replied, “I promised your Daddy Mark he could take that part of you.” Satisfied the kid’s ass was opening up, Bill pulled out. Matty immediately started begging for more, his hole made hungry by the Tina. Bill lubed up a medium sized plug, smaller than his fist but slightly bigger than his folded hand, and slowly pushed it into the hungry cunt. Bill slid up on the rubber sheets to to the top of the bed, pulling Matty with him. “We’re going to take a little break from your ass, have some water, and see when your Daddy Mark and our Boy Teddy are coming to join us,” Bill said. Bringing the Matty’s head into his armpit, “why don’t you worship my pits for a bit, baby boy,” Bill said, “I know you want to.”

I was at work one Saturday, alone in my office. Went on Grindr and spotted a guy close by who wanted to be bred. I let him in and recognized him as an HIV counselor from the clinic I go to. He would always come in during my appointment to discuss safe sex. We started kissing and then I had him lay on the conference table. Pants off, legs up my tongue in his hairy hole. I slid my dick in and he begged for my poz load. Bred him and sent him back to work with my load. We smile at each other every time I see him at the clinic

The address I received was not too far, more within the city though it didn't look so familiar. It was definitely near a bathhouse I went to once during my first year here. I asked Devin if he knew where it was and he only said that it was in a sketchy area. If I had to guess, it was probably the gay village. An area Devin was always adamant to go to since he didn't find it to be his 'crowd'. When he asked if I was going to see someone there he scoffed, asking if last night wasn't enough. I reminded him of the conversation we had before finishing it with "We can end things you know" "Maybe a break, or a pause at least?" It felt like whatever we had has been either of those. It made little difference. Not wanting to go on I said "Break, that's it. Let's do that". An "Okay." was the last thing he said before leaving the room. I crashed unknowingly on the sofa right after and woke up right before day light was about to end. I looked at my phone and it was almost 8. The only notification I got was from Ludvig, 30 minutes ago. "Here are some ideas I have for tonight. If you're comfortable, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Come by anytime around 10." There were 4 videos attached. Each lasting around 8-12 minutes with a title screen at the beginning. 1. Fluid Starting from a birds eye view, the video starts with someone around early 20s I'd say who was locked in a sling. Eyes were blindfolded and limbs chained with a metal cock cage that came with a padlock. His legs were angled higher and pulled closer to his arms to fully showcase his hole. It was clear how strong he was tied for any attempts he made showed no difference in his position. The struggle he made at the start was perhaps from being awake. It could also perhaps be him having second thoughts. But then again, it was short lived. I'd imagine if I was him, it was only to get comfortable. The next camera angle was now above like the first but titled at a 45 degree to face the hole and showed the rest of the room. It was probably mounted on the sling, right in between the legs. The room was dark and lit by about 2 or 3 hanging lightbulbs at its corner. The walls were exposed brick with some sides graffitied, indecipherable in its scribbles. Among the gibberish tags I saw, I only recognized a biohazard symbol in circle. Its proximity to one of the light bulbs gave a better view of the wall than the rest. There was no other furniture, just broken crates and pallets scattered. Some blurry figures were sitting on them. The only opening in the room was an arch with its hinges remained. There were chips of wood hanging on its other side. Not much can be seen further pass it. The hallway following it was pitch black, darker than the room was and fizzy from the video. It was a black hole in the video. Motionless and being able to breathe as his sole action, his body was partially covered in foam below his head and a group of men encircled him, all in different kinds of leather masks that revealed the eyes. Most were nude or topless. Some in chaps, some in jocks, some only in denim jeans and a stained white tank top. There wasn't a fixed attire. Most had a decent body shape. Either they were muscular skinny, defined to the bones, or built massive with a strong and thick belly. I'd place Ludvig's type in between. They were all hairier than most of the men I've been with. They were definitely mature. A strange desire in me reignited again. The reflection from their glistened and sweaty body made up for the lack of brightness in the room. Two of them, who I now identify one as Ludvig came closer to the sling. Ludvig had a leather leotard on with his crotch fully exposed. I knew it was him from the scorpion at his back, claws now covered by the straps. His mask was a regular eye mask, mouth and nose still identifiable. The man opposite of him was in a chained harness and knee high boots. Nothing else besides a closed latex mask with openings at eyes, nose and mouth. His cock was big, fatter than Ludvig's, given that the cockring he wore was more visible than Ludvig's from watching the video. The girth was comparable, and the length I've yet to tell. Both men were still flaccid. Each were holding a safety blade, lifting their respective arms as they came closer to the foamed up body. Each blade focused on one part of the body. Ludvig had the bottom and the other had the top. As the blades touched, a time lapse started, fast forwarding the shaving process. They were delicate in their work. Not one minor cut. The boy in the sling made little movements, though any move was due to adjusting himself to how bare his skin was getting. As the foam was wiped, I saw how originally this person had hair as much as the men in the room. As the video progressed, he now had less and less. Each time the men glided their blade, it became clearer how beautifully shaped this boy's body was. His pecs were firmly round and his abs were protruding. The lower V part of his abdomen was no longer hidden. Stripping the hair from his pits made his biceps more prominent. The shave was like an act of sculpting. Ludvig was precise in stripping any hair from the boy's pubic hair, accomplishing his shave with only a single movement at each part. Even at the hole, he was swift. It was also at this point where both men, with little work left, took the liberty in being rewarded. Ludvig started to relish the hole after wiping the remaining lather while his coworker with the high boots was holding the boy's mouth wide open to take his cock. Finally I can see him hard. Like Ludvig, it grew exponentially. The length was longer and the boy could only take half before coughing, saliva dripping in agony. Light slaps on the face from high boots caused the boy to recollect himself and breathe before attempting again. This time, only a quarter of his cock was left. High boots was pleased, but I can tell not satisfied yet. Ludvig, still rimming relentlessly, enjoyed how smooth the hole was. His favourite kind to rim. As the boy chocked on high boot's cocks, he was also enjoying his freshly shaved hole getting eaten. A pain and pleasure that not many could afford I thought. How I wish I was in that sling. The boy's struggle in taking the massive cock continued with no end in sight for high boots. He pulled out and called onto Ludvig, who looked up. He signalled a look in which he tilted his head sideways to which Ludvig just nodded. They switched places and high boots cradled the boy's ass, now coated with spit higher to his stomach. He faced the crowd around for a moment before reaching out to obtain an oral syringe from one of them. An inaudible exchanged occurred between Ludvig and him. One of them used their hand to signal something small or big with high boots opening his palm completely. Ludvig just shook his head. Immediately after, the syringe was jammed into the hole and its content fully expelled. The men were now clapping and Ludvig walked to high boots to pat him on the shoulder. Both made their way back to the crowd. Soon, the boy was now panting with haste. A smile formed, creasing both sides of his cheek as his mouth moved in flicker. The crowd was now closer to him than before, caressing his new body. Some came close to sniff and smooch parts of him where his muscles stood out. The boy could only smile on. Ludvig returned, pulling the blindfold off, face now shown. He was conventionally handsome. Very good looking but never the kind I'd imagine. His hair was brunette, pretty long but above the shoulder and most likely tied in a bun. A golden retriever kind of guy who was a gymrat I'd wager. Close to my age I imagine. Seemed like the type to play by the rules. He had a sort of innocence in him that was now filled with lust. His dilated eyes were something I'd became familiar with. Initially, in regaining his sight, his facial expression was that of shock, not just in understanding his position and who he was with but at his body. He turned to look at every direction in an instant, before looking up above to the first camera, grinning, full teeth while being engulfed by the men around him. That look of lust that's always captured in these videos. The next shot was now shaky but clearer than before, a bit brighter. Chances are it was a handheld camera that one of the participant had. The sound was now better and the chatter more audible. Most were the usual dirty talk ranging from fuck yeahs and sexy, to slut and bitch boy. The camera moved closer to the boy, being referred to as a bitch, to look up. He looked directly with the same lust, saying yeah as someone was chewing his neck. The person behind the camera then asked: "You like this bitch?" "Fuck yeah." "Letting all these men use you, fuck you?" "Oh yeah." "How does it feel like in your new skin? Looking more like a bitch boy now?" "Feels fuckin good, man." "Shit boy, we're not even halfway yet." With a wink the boy said "Bring it on" It was difficult to see the rest of the body as it was still being appreciated by crowd. As it reach to his legs, high boots was crouched, head into the hole, slowly rimming the boy. When the camera reached to him he dived deeper into the boy's hole, minimally jolting him upwards. He looked directly into the lens, taunting "Who's next? Boy's fresh hole isn't going to be fresh for too long. Ludvig! You ready?" A distant loud aye can be heard through the crowd who echoed the agreement with yeahs all around. A skinhead man who was in his late 30s came forward toward high boots and asked to be next. With no hesitation and full force, high boots pulled him down to the floor and pushed his head into the boy. The skinhead caught himself by holding onto the boy's leg, continuing high boots's work. Unlike high boots, the skinhead ravished the hole. He whispered fuck yeah and god at times. Another man then came forward to try but when skinhead refused, high boots had to pull him off and remind him of where he was. The handheld camera was still facing the hole and the rimmer. High boots pulled the camera up, look behind to see Ludvig and stared back to the lens, announcing that "It's showtime." Camera now panned to Ludvig, who approached with something in his hand. A kind of metal hollow anal ring which diameter was close to a mug. It was shiny and pre-lubed. He crouched, gave the hole another lick and inserted it in the boy who flinched at first. The muscle in his sphincter tried to resist it. Ludvig, careful not to put too much force, reposition its angle, turning it in successfully. As it popped in, the boy screamed fuck yeah in the pleasure. A few seconds ago, it was pain. With the plug in, the boy's hole was wide open. His hole was also blooming, exhibiting motions of the plug trying to expel and receive. Ludvig called high boots, whose name is Klaus. "Would you do the honour? I feel as if you've been on it longer than we have. 3 days now, yes?" "No sleep in the last 60 hours and no plans to for the next 24. I'll be glad to." He then pointed to the camera, signalling whoever behind it to catch what he was bout to do. The boy, still enjoying the plug, continued to moan. Klaus slapped the ass, grabbing the boy's attention. He asked the boy if he knew what chem piss was. The boy shook his head. Klaus asked again if he remembered that said his kink was piss. The boy now nodded. In you? Boy nodded again, faster. Klaus's last question ; Wanna feel my piss in you? Boy replied fuck yeah. With that, he relieved himself without splattering else where. Straight and direct into the boy's hole, it filled up til its edges. Any move the boy made could spill it. "Good boy, let it in now..." Slowly, the piss level lowered, flowing deeper into the boy. The room became quiet, as the crowd was fixated on the boy's hole. When the boy's inside was visible again, Ludvig took Klaus spot. It wasn't as full as Klaus had piss but he still manage to relieve himself. Again, they waited for the boy to absorb it. Moments later, the boy's moans got louder than before, shouting how fucking good he felt. He had reached another state. One that I was determined to reach. Around 5 men had the chance to piss in him. When Ludvig saw that the boy was now feeling the chem piss, he and Klaus agreed that it was enough, and announced everyone to witness the boy's new altered state. The sweat falling off him was more rapid and his pores were moist as ever. In his breaths, he begged for the crowd to fuck him, to do anything they want to him. His chest, moving upward and dow to keep up with each breathe was a sight the crowd was in awe of. The crowd watch him beg and surrender himself. Finally, Klaus placed a dildo gag to silence him, leaving only sounds of muffled moans. A stopper was put in the plug, containing what was left. The video ended with the boy, up close, gagged, drool forming by the mouth, lost in a lust that I hope to see myself in. I didn't notice how hard I got when the clip ended. It had been a while. I could jerk off right now but I didn't wanna kill the excitement for the next one. I still had 2 hours before heading out. I swiped to the next clip.

Chapter Two I left the bar in a bit of a panic, but also turned on at what might happen, and headed back to our hotel room. It felt like hours but it must have only been 45 minutes before my phone beeped again. “Sorry about that had company” was all that was sent, then a picture came through of what I could tell instantly was my other half on all fours naked. The familier “typing” dots were rolling for sometime and through came a long message. “Yer so this guy turned up and fuck it was hot. Really got a few things out of my system or should that be into his. He came over and I could tell he was not going to be up for raw action so I had to go slow. We started just kissing and getting undressed, and as soon as I saw that body, I had to get inside him. We were both getting hot and heavy so moved onto the bed and was all over each other. I was still testing where this was going to go so reached over and opened the bedside draw and asked him to “grab some lube and stuff” to see what he came back with, sadly he came back with a condom and lube but at least we get to fuck.” I rush of relief came over me knowing things were going to be safer, but sounds like they had a hot time. Mark continued, “so I roll him over and pour a lot of lube over my cock and his arse, then start to kiss up his back as I reach up to the cabinet to get the condom. As I rub off his arse it’s so slick I just line up and rub between his arse cheeks. Rubbing away between his cheeks raw and making the most of it before I have to cover up. It felt so could and he was really moaning as well, so we just carried on sliding off each other. Knowing im toxic as fuck and this guys neg was the best part. Just lube between us, and neither of us on meds, all natural. The amount of pre cum alone was running down his crack and off his cock and ball.” This had got me rock hard. I mean I can picture Mark rubbing off his arse raw and knew it was a small risk, but how sexy that must have felt. Mark must have been waiting to see what I thought as the messages stopped, till I told him I was hard and wanking, as I was now. “I started longer strokes off his arse, really working him into the mattress and going from the back of his balls right up his crack, lubing him with my pre cum. Then I just had to slow down or I would have cum all over this crack. I slowed down and pulled right back to ease myself off of bit, then he pushed back. I mean it could not have been timed better. I was right on his hole and he arched his back and slowly push his way down my cock till I was all the way inside him. Fuck it felt hot inside him and even better knowing I was now invading his neg body with my toxic cock leaking pre-cum. He went fucking wild, I mean from 0-100 in seconds fucking me so hard back till he was on all fours with me inside him doggy style, fucking him like a bitch. He was getting loser now so I could pull all the way out, see him gaping, and push back into his hole. I knew it was coming so I just let go, I pushed deep inside this neg hole and unloaded deep, and I mean deep. I was spent so after a few minutes working that cum into him, I slowly pulled and not a drip left him. He had that whole 4 day load inside him, and it was heavy! Anyway, he had to leave so we cut some small talk, dressed him and packed him off to his boyfriend. Lucky fuck!”. I could not believe it, my boyfriend was out there somewhere with a full blown toxic load working its way into him, and he had no idea. His phone was still off, so not like I could even tell him. Then I hear the hotel door, he’s back. “Hey, im shattered. Played with a guy, but just want another bit of fun…. Sooo..... Fancy fucking my hole” he said with a grin as he slowly lowered his shorts, climbing onto the bottom of the bed… TBC

I started out at home stretching my hole with my butt plugs. I take an edible and pull out my poppers. After about an hour of stretching I can finally get my biggest one in all the way which is a new accomplishment for me. My goal to being able to take endless dick is coming closer and closer. I put on my jock and head to steam works. I’m pissed cause the line is crazy crazy long. I wait in line for about 45 mins and while I am in line some older guy keeps looking at me and undressing me with his eye. At one point he gives me a very specific cruising look that I choose to ignore because we are still in line. I keep standing in line only to get put on a waitlist for a room and I head to my locker. I get undressed and head to the back where the glory hole maze is. It’s very busy. I walk around making eye with everyone until the same older gentleman from the line sees me..clearly this guy is into me. Good thing for him I let anyone blow their load in me who wants to. If we weren’t at steam works this guy would never stand a chance normally. Clearly he’s pining for me and I’m gonna give him what he wants. I get into a booth alone and get on my knees and see him frantically enter the booth next to me pushing others out of the way. He puts his dick through and it’s a decent size. I begin sucking it and slurping moving my tongue all around his head as he thrust through the hole into my mouth. I turn around and press my hole onto his dick until he’s fully inside of me. He starts to thrust very enthusiastically. I take some hits of poppers and lean forward on the wall in front of me while his strange man uses my hole for his liking. Eventually he stops. I hear a knock on my door and it’s him. I guess the glory hole wasn’t enough and he wants to come in. Normally I hate sharing a booth but I had to let this guy cum at this point. I let him in and he starts fucking me thrusting harder and harder while kissing my neck and keeps telling me how handsome I am. This is turning me on that I turn around and start sucking him and then I let him fuck me.. I switch from ass to mouth a few more times and he’s loving it.. finally he’s ready to nut and he fucks me so hard that it starts to hurt a little so I take some hits and I am back to my piggy self. He blows his loads thanks me and leaves. I stay in the booth and see another dick poking through the hole. I begin to suck it. After a while I sit in it and this guy thrusts for few minutes. Then I feel him exit my hole. I’m pissed.. I look through the hole and see he put his dick on the other hole in the wall and is thrusting.. I put my hole up against the hole in the wall and hope he’ll come back for me. He does, at this point it’s clear he’s fucking me and another guy in another booth. But I get the load. i exit the booth and walk around and sit on a bench because the edible is starting to hit.. the way I am sitting puts me eye level with people’s crotches and some fat old man puts his dick in my face. I oblige and begin to suck it he blows his load without warning in my mouth and I am annoyed because I wanted it in my hole. He leaves and this encourages other guys to his place and i suck some guys dick who I don’t even remember. I bend over the bench and stick my hole in the air and he pushes into me. He starts pounding, another guy gets in front and I start sucking him off. I’m in heaven.. I take more and more hits until I’m spinning out. Not sure if the guy fucking me cums but he leaves and another guy takes his place. this guy is fucking me hard but his dick is small so I am Chillen bent over the bench completely disassociated with things around me. This guys makes a noice like he cums but not sure if he does. I am spinning out so I decide to leave and cruise the rooms. I see a bald big belly daddy jerking and I stand in his door and he motions for me to enter.. I get on his bed laying on my back and spread my legs. I take another big hit.. he starts pounding and I black out. When I come to I wake up to the same guy just pounding me. He thrusts a little longer until he cums I leave feeling weird about being fucked without being conscious about it.. until I realize how hot it was. I walk around trying to cool down and I see that my room is ready so I head to the front desk and I get a large room. I lay on my bed in my room with my legs spread in the air while I lay on my back. Some guy stares in the hallway and I lotion for him to enter.. he does and I suck him until I’m ready for cock. I take a hit of poppers and he enter me and starts pounding me. I am desperate to recreate the feeling I just had and keep taking hits of poppers. The combination of edibles and poppers makes me feel so loopy and slutty. Finally I am so out of it that I am not even aware that I am being fucked in a sex club. My mind is else where as I stare at the mirror in the ceiling at me being fucked by this random ugly guy. He fucks me hard that I am moving up and down in the mirror and I am super disassociated watching myself beign fucked. He says something I don’t quite make out and say “what?” He goes “I said I’m gonna breed you” then blows is load in my sloppy sloppy hole. He leaves and the fact that I am so high and being fucked and used while being totally out of it really turns me on. this feelings is amazing, I take hit after hit in my room alone. And I open the door.. I black out. I wake to an Asian guy pounding me. At first I start to panick a bit because I have no clue where I am or if I ever even encouraged this man to come in my room. But this is what I wanted. He keeps thrusting and thrusting and I let myself go mentally and he is talking major dirty talk. He says “ god ur so hot” I smile and he pounds harder . He says “ how many loads do you have? “ I say “ no idea” he keeps pounding that I hear our skin clapping together against my wet hole. He cums. He leaves and I close my door. My hole is super super wet. No idea how long I was out for or show fucked me during.. I love it. I get some water and head to the back and bend over the bench and feel a guy enter me and I start sucking some other guys while being fucked. At this point I can barely feel anything because I am so wet and so loose and so out of it. This guys stops fucking me and is replaced by another.. not sure if either guys cum but when they leave I go back to my room. I lay with the door open stroking in a poppers haze. I see a black guy come in and his dick is probably the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.. it’s probably 11 inches long and as thick as a beer can. There’s no way I can take this, I think to myself. I tell him he’s too big and he says “ you took it fine last time, and now I’m ready to cum” wow, this guy already fucked me and I had no clue. I shrug and spread my legs and he enters me. He’s right, I have no problems taking it and it’s amazing. I take more and more hits of poppers while this guy pounds my mess of a hole. He finally cums and asks if I’m negative. I say “yeah and on prep” he says “cool thanks” and leaves. this experience made me so euphoric. My hole was wet and loose now and I have no clue how many loads I have in me. What I do know is that I can’t stop now. After taking this huge cock I feel like any dick after that will be easy. I notice a guy keeps walking by my door.. this guy is older and hair and ugly with a huge mustache and a belly.. finally he motions me to turn around.. he wants me face down ass up. I oblige but he doesn’t enter. I sigh and stay in the position. Then I hear someone come in. It’s probably him.. he pushes into me and I can hear him clapping my cheeks and hear the wetness sloshing around. He’s pounding me hard and it sounds like wet skin slapping together.. my hole is so used I genuinely feel nothing. I probably wouldn’t even know I am being fucked if it wasn’t for hearing the skin slapping. I stare in the mirror in front of me and see me bounce with every thrust.. he doesn’t like this and pushes my head down.. he comes finally with a super loud moan that actually scares me.. he says thanks and leaves. I decide I a ready to leave it’s like 3 am and I am falling asleep.. I am almost tempted to sleep with the door open hoping that someone will fuck me while I’m out. But not sure if this will violate any rules. I choose to leave but I wanna cum. I cruise the rooms and I see this young Mexican guy and he motions to come in his room. I suck his little dick and ask him to fuck me until i cum.. he wants me to ride him. I straddle him and as I spread my cheeks to sit on him a bunch a cum falls out of me onto his dick. I look at him to cause his reaction.. he says “fuck that’s hot” and forcefully enters me to the point that I am suprised it hurts. He shoved the loads in me and thrusts literally twice before cumming.. I laugh to myself because my goals was for me to cum not him.. I get off him and he says thanks and I go back to to my room.. luckily some Asian man is cruising me so I let him come in. I tell him I want to cum and if he wants to fuck he’s gonna have to be quick cause I am ready to go. He says” it takes me while but I can fuck you and after you cum I’ll go find someone else” I let him in he pounds me hard and my dick is soft flopping out of my jock. He removes me jock strap and continues to pound my nasty hole.. my dick starts to get hard hands free.. and cums starts to spill out of my cock but I don’t orgasm.. he stops and I tell him to keep going.. he listens and my cock does it again and I feel a very dull orgasm happening he stops and I demand him to continue. He’s pounding harder and harder and my body seems to be confused.. as if I came but also not super satisfied.. he scoops my own loads off my abs and uses it as lube and shoved it in. I am ready to cum. My cock is not super hard and as he pounds I start jerking.. I say “holy fuck holy fuck I am going to cum” he pounds harder and harder and I blow my load so high and it feels so intense intense up badly and moan and moan. This guy at this point really should slow down or stop but for some reason he goes harder and harder I am just about to demand him to stop until he groans and it’s clear that he’s breeding me too. my load shot so high it was in my hair and my stomach is glistening with lube and cum and I am a mess. The guys leaves and I get up to go shower.. I shower and while I am getting clean some guy starts cruising me but I ignore it.. there’s no way I can stay awake any longer. I am now clean and then realize I am full of loads. I head tot he toilet and push them out.. time to head back to the shower.. my hole is throbbing at this point.. I am sore and exhausted. I check out and Uber home and fall asleep. I wake up the next day and take it easy. At the end of the day after spending all day in bed I turn on some cum dump porn and fantasize about being him. I jerk off while I play with my hole until I cum. I love it

I'd lurked on breeding.zone for years. I'd read with rock hard disbelief stories of men having unprotected sex with multiple strangers. The first time I was ever confronted with explicit gay sex pictures, I immediately knew I wanted to be the bottom. For years I denied it. I became expert at orally pleasuring my wife as though that counterbalanced fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass so I could cum during sex. They were always strangers i never saw who came up and fucked me in the ass while calling me a nasty slut. I knew I wanted it but I was married. I'd never even had intercourse with anyone but her and one other girl. I kept reading guys' last load stories and wondered whether the sex club stories could possibly be true. **** I don't know exactly what sent me over, but i contrived to get away for a weekend under false pretenses and arrange to meet a man whose real name I did not know and who we agreed would fuck my ass and cum inside me. At some level, I couldn't believe that any of this was really possible. Nevertheless, he arrived at my room a little after 10. He was about 40 and average height and I remember he had a big earring. He got naked and had me suck his cock. His crotch was completely shaved. His dick seemed huge. I did my best to give a blowjob. I'd tried my best to get ready and had pushed a bunch of lube inside me after cleaning myself out. "get naked." I did. I was face down ass up. He put in just the tip and rubbed the lube that leaked out onto his cock. He gave me my first ever hit of poppers, He pushed his cock in deep. fuck! I was doing this. "fuck baby you've got a tight ass. you really are straight?" "no just closeted but yeah I've only had straight sex." the sensation was so strange. "I don't judge baby." he pressed all the way inside. he started fucking me. the sensation was too intense. i felt panicked but tried to breathe deeply and relax. i was finally fulfilling my fantasy and wasn't going to go this far without actually becoming a cum slut. Suddenly: "I gotta get this on video." He pulled out and fished his camera from his jeans. I wasn't thrilled but it was so weird and sudden I just didn't respond. He started narrating. "I met him on breeding zone and he said he hadn't been fucked but wanted to jump into the deep end of the pool." Slap, slap, slap. "Well here we are." "fuck yeah i'm cumming!" He kept fucking me. Half a minute went by as he kept thrusting. Finally he flopped out. we both panted for a moment. "So was that what you were hoping for?" "wha?" "I mean when you fantasized about getting fucked is that what you were hoping for?" "oh...ha.... i mean it was weird but hot. letting you in my hole was pretty much exactly what i hoped ha" "that's cool. i don't judge anyone's situation as long as we're a good match and can meet up. lotsa guys won't fuck with closeted guys but i don't care as long as we can meet up like i said. you do have a wife right?" "yeah i do." "so is it gonna be a huge surprise? or does everyone assume you're gay?" "surprised, yeah" "do you want some more cock? my friend could come over." "... yeah okay." "cool. he'll be here in like an hour." fuck.. ***** I took a long hot shower, cleaned myself, thought, fuck it. I'd let a man who I'd met on breeding zone fuck me and ejaculate inside me. Anything goes.

After reading previous comments, I watched it this evening. I found Bobby's character to be really irritating. That's just me though... Eyerolling queens tend to affect me that way. BF was a bit more tolerant. I wouldn't have watched it to the end if it were not for Aaron who - physical attributes aside - seemed to me to be the most relatable character in the movie. A few elements in the story were funny observations. As already mentioned the Grindr-Butt-Pic scene but also the moment where the 4th person joins in the group sex scene and awkwardly struggles to get involved. Very true to backroom life! The only error I spotted was they didn't put the cap on the poppers before throwing it down on the bed. Entertaining - I don't regret spending time watching it, and we both kept off our iPhones for the duration, but it won't get re-watched.

part 5: a well deserved gift "Rewards", he smiled at me; "knowing that it started from me losing a bet!" It was one Monday like many others. No, not at all, it was 3rd October 2022, so-called "virus appreciation Day. Working both from home, we decided to take it easier but many accidents happen: with him still considered "best friend" it was funny to work together at the same place! One thing led to another, we had a computer-related argue and I was fed-up! "Listen dude", I cut the discussion off; "let's take our responsibilities: the loser between us strips naked in front of the other!" And so he did: soon enough we were two naked men one next to the other. Same men who confided most intimate part of our lives to each other and never showed our bodies to ourselves. "What do you do to excite a lady", I grinned at him; "tell me..." He replied breasts, neck, ears, feet... And even cunt! "Guess what? We have the same pleasure points", I explained him pressing his right nipple gently; "and, guess what? We have a cunt too, if you want to call it like that, many of us queers do." He laughed: "I'm not gay, or queer, or whatever you call it! I'm just having fun with my best friend!" So, why are your nipples becoming hard, and your member too! I took the courage and used my fingertip to explore his ass; "and well, this hole gives pleasure to us! I want to make you try!" He's been reluctant for days, till he did not learn proper cleaning but, in the end, he managed to let me have 2 fingers in. "I've always fantasized on male sex", he confessed, "but I was really scared by sexual diseases! You know, anal cavity is not like..." "It's part of our body, so, you must listen to messages it gives you, if you want an easy life finding pleasure from all your parts". And finally Christmas arrived. What gift for you, what gift for me... "I'd have a gift for you", I teased; "or well it's a propose as you've been a good boy till now. "I made you read enough of HIV risk reduction, haven't I?" He just nodded, opening the page from BZ talking about Prep. "Listen", he then got my attention; "now it's very early for opening our couple and it's late for Christmas. But you're aware I can't stay without sex! Being faithful towards partners is not my thing." Coming from a bad experience with a previous open relationship, I challenged him: "if you want to open, you have two options. Prep, or..." "Or condom", he replied, unsure on what to expect; "but I do not want to wrap up any longer! If you have some natural alternatives, I don't know, Chinese medicine or stuff to prevent HIV without forcing me on meds for life!"... Natural alternatives? Biological, rather. "There's a way", I suggested, "and it's a treatment rejected by all doctors and HIV clinic. Love, no one tells the truth but there's the way to set you free forever! Call him treatment, call him gift, it'll live inside you all life long." He looked at me, with a clear sense of scare: "asshole! No! If you're proposing me HIV, I'm not a bug chaser! No!!!" I secretly recorded his voice during fuck sessions: "please poz me, give me your HIV, make me a real man, knock me up"! "This is an insatiable horny bug chaser", I grinned; "and now the decision is yours: I could stop meds today and in a few week we can start the real journey. It's a plan, take your time and think of it! Condoms are not an option, Prep brings you on meds for life, and, I would never want you to get pozzed! ...BY STRANGERS. That's my duty!"

I love taking loads in public, the more public the better and some of my fave places to get fucked are in alleys behind a dumpster, in public restroom stalls, or even better when men pull my naked ass out of the stall and fuck me right out in the open in front of the sinks, or getting gangbanged out in the wide open in parks, where the men will fuck me doggystyle on the ground in the dirt, or bent over a picnic table or get my naked ass up on the table on my back with my legs spread. I have even been fucked at the side of the road right downtown. I would love to be a public gangbang fucktoy, set up on a fuckbench right in front of the mall in Dundas square during Pride or somewhere busier with a sign that says FREE USE CUMDUMPSTER beside me and NO CONDOMS written on my back. men could leave tips in a bucket and loads in my sloppy pussy, with a bucket underneath to collect all the cum that drips out of me to pour back into me using a funnel. getting fucked by guys of all ages, races, looks, sizes, taking dozens and dozens of loads while I’m blindfolded and naked, being thoroughly used in the most public way, with tourists taking videos and pictures to post all over the internet and taking their turns using me. all while my father stands there watching, while my boyfriend sucks his big meaty cock, to get him ready to blow his load inside me when everyone else is finished using me.

Part 2: remembering the moment "So, what about now", my guy asked; "we're going to celebrate! I'd like to know your gifter and maybe..." I stopped him with a finger on his lips: "don't call him gifter! I was completely unaware then!" It was Christmas 2012 when my former boyfriend prepared a surprise: after traditional lunch with family, I faked a headache and went to the guy's house: "I have planned a special night" he texted in the morning and I was eager to see what it was. Candles surrounding the bed, Christmas music and a wonderful scent around the room, so-called "mr. Right" had me naked in bed soon enough. "You'll never forget this Christmas night", he announced, "you'll start 2013 as an even more special person!" I had no idea of what he meant but I was so lost for him, we rolled around on the bed exchanging kisses, cuddles, even soft bites on my ears he knew I was crazy for. "Be patient", he stopped me while I attempted to ride his hard, dripping dick. "Taste my magic pre first! What's magic, I had no idea. Was he roleplaying? I did never play those games with him since we started dating! Gently, sensually, I began working my lips on his magic wand; he laughed hearing me using this expression and I did not take his reaction too much in consideration. My spit and his precum made his dick even more inviting for my hungry hole. Finally I was bouncing up and down on him, my eyes in his. The sensation of finally having found the lifelasting love I was looking for. Since 2007 I stayed with him, but I felt that night so different! Was it Christmas, was it the scent and music coming from the room, I felt more loved by him than before. "This is... This is a sign", he panted heavily; "a sign... of true... A gift... Take it! Yes, fuck yeah, take my cum now!" He sprayed at least five ropes of warm seed into my guts! Such a warm sensation I felt. He soon pulled out and allowed me to clean him as usual. We then fell asleep in each other's arms till the morning after. --- My current, newly pozzed, partner listened to me carefully: "so, you were consenting! Your pozzing was consensual!" "NO", I screamed back; "I can swear it, I had no clue of what he was doing! Magic cum and whatever"... My face turned red. Hot and red, I seemed on fire! My viral son had read my mind deeper than myself. "Honey", he smiled; "you told me about gifting fantasies you have repressed. But every wannabe gifter who turns poz, was a chaser before! Unwillingly poz? I'm thinking you built some scenes for years!" To be continued

Prior to the "fans only" type porn, the studios had seemed to completely stop making flip fucking scenes. There were performers that were versatile, but they weren't topping and bottoming in the same scene. Like you I prefer scenes where all the performers get dicked.

I liked it and hated it in equal measure- details like the bit where Bobby struggles to take an arse pic just to satisfy some random top’s demand on Grindr, only to find himself immediately blocked, rang very true indeed and made me laugh out loud. But I found the whole movie’s tilt toward a heteronormative happy conclusion was very disappointing, particularly as the protagonist himself had railed against such heteronormative values at the beginning. Overall, I thought it was worth watching- even if only to drool over a shirtless Luke Macfarlane at regular intervals.

Mixing sperm and piss inside my colon is a great sensation. If the dick is pierced too, maybe some blood will enter the mix as well.

13rd May 2013: tested HIV positive and freaked out, to say it elegantly. 13rd May 2023 I'm celebrating my HIV'S 10th birthday. Might share a surprise later but don't know at what time.

What was a dang good piece of writing can only be improved with your input, @versmetropig ...

Agreed. Plus, it’s no secret that he’s a whore. Everyone knows it and uses his cunt

I'm a slack ass power bottom with a real fat penis. On occasion I will use Trimix and top. Tight holes are a definite no for me. Tight rectums feel--assuming I can actually get my penis in then--as if someone has grabbed my cock shaft and is squeezing it as hard as they can. Uncomfortable is an understatement. If the guy isn't a loose well used slut like me, I'm not interested in taking my cock to his sodomy hole.

1. To answer the original post, not much when I'm out at the fuckjoints for the night. That said, the un-asked, if ancillary issue is, what does the Top do about it? 2. Tops can get down there, and mouth-lube the Hole. They can offer gentle advice to the bottom, i.e. 'try to push it open for me', 'try to push my tongue away with your Hole', and then affirm that if/when it happens. Tops can also simply tell the bottom he has to take a few more Cocks before the Top can get in there, and go rut in other Holes for a while and come back later. 3. Tops don't want to injure a bottom - they want the bottom to open his Hole up. Tongues, fingers, toys, verbal encouragement can all play a part in that. But, if none of it works, then the bottom probably needs a mind-fuck most.

Done exactly that myself jus a dumb jockbro looking for alpha nut

A few months ago, i was approached by this young college student on Squirt. He was from the middle east, a culture that kills faggots. He was shy and new and wanting to get fucked. He struck me as a sort of 'babe in the woods' and i feared for him and his first experience, i didn't want someone inexperienced just ramming in and him having a bad first experience (rolls eyes at self). Hey, i love guys, and my heart went out to him. i could relate to his need. So, while explaining that i am 'total bottom,' i offered to be his first. i was nervous as fuck. i hadn't penetrated a person with my penis since getting divorced from a woman in 2008. i had to take Viagra to ensure i could even get it up, i'm not a fucker or top. i did manage to get erect, but penetrating him was hard because he was so tight. Normal tightness from lack of use. i suppose if i had the drive and desire of a top, it would have been easier, but i kept going to soft because he was so tight. Not only was getting in difficult, but so was staying in. It was like his hole was always pushing me out. Again, i can imagine some tops liking the idea of conquering such a hole, but to me it was uninviting, unreceptive and more of a challenge than a fuck. He ended up cumming very fast and i really never got fully in, nor did i really fuck him, more ike a couple of partial insertions.

Chapter 55: Making a POZative Start My dad's plan to get home early worked perfectly. We were able to make love once, sometimes twice daily. We made it a point to make love in every room of the house. My favorite was in the kitchen though. My dad would bend me over the island often. My favorite though was when i would sit on the counter near the sink as my dad sucked my cock. He would then pick me up from the counter and place my hands near the sink, and my feet on the island, and i simply rode his cock. In this position, dad would kiss me and squeeze my ass cheeks as I bounced on his cock. At times he would simply pick me up with my arms around the back of his neck, and ride his cock. If mom ever knew! The bedroom was our usual place to make love though. My dad was smart and bought a rubber sheet to make love on so we wouldn't constantly have to wash the sweaty sheets often. We started making love in my bed, but then I suggested we make love in my parents bed. My dad was always careful to put his marriage picture on the nightstand face down. One day after a double session, mom came home just after dad dropped his second load in me. He hastily grabbed the rubber sheet from the bed as I straightened the cover below, neglecting to put the picture back up. Dad told me his wife asked him about that. He brushed it off saying you know how the cat likes knocking things over, or off a table, and mom bought that while laughing and agreeing. Our times together were amazing even though I knew conversion wasn't likely for a few weeks, yet one never knows. Making love was more passionate than ever, although on occasion I asked my dad to fuck me roughly, and he obliged. After about three weeks, I began to feel a bit sick. It was earlier than expected, but there was a bug going around, and could have just been that. My dad suggested we see if it got worse before testing. He also acted sick to help make mom think just both of us caught a bug but to call in sick so we could have an entire day together. During our full days together my dad suggested we brush my hole to help speed up the process just in case I wasn't already converting. He still had the toothbrush that his father had used on him to brush me with, but said he would use a new one as his brush brought back horrible memories of his dad brushing and infecting him. My dad asked how I felt about brushing, and I said the sooner he was a part of me, the better. He said he was overjoyed at hearing that. With that, he spread the rubber sheet on his bed saying it could get messy, but luckily the rubber sheet wiped clean. We both held the handle if the brush, slowly entering my eager hole. We started gently before I begged my dad to brush harder, and he did. As he brushed me, he twisted tye brush to tear up my entire hole. Once he saw blood, he fucked me good and hard, telling me he would soon be a part of me. After he shot, he pulled his cock out, leaving a puddle of cum and blood on the rubber sheet. I immediately licked it up as he plugged my ass.

I took a deep breath and looked Maria in the eyes. "I need to tell you something," I said, my voice shaking slightly. She looked at me with concern, sensing that something serious was coming. "What is it?" she asked, taking my hand in hers. "I went to the doctor, and...I'm HIV positive," I said, bracing myself for her reaction. I watched as Maria's eyes widened with fear and shock. She stumbled backward, hitting the wall behind her. "What...what do you mean, Jack?" she whispered, her voice quivering. "I mean that I'm HIV positive," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. Maria's face turned pale, and tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Oh God, no. This can't be happening," she whispered. "I'm so sorry, Maria. I didn't know. I would never have put you at risk if I had known," I said, taking a step towards her. But Maria stepped back, her hands trembling. "You've ruined my life, Jack. You've given me a death sentence," she said, her voice rising. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything I can to help you," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. But Maria shook her head. "No, there's nothing you can do. This is all your fault. God is punishing me for being with a man like you," she said, before turning and running out of the room. I stood there, feeling helpless and devastated. I couldn't just stand there, though. I had to do something. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, but she didn't answer. I tried again and again, but still nothing. Days turned into weeks, and I didn't hear from Maria. I started to worry that she had contracted HIV from me and was too afraid to face me again. The guilt gnawed at me, and I couldn't sleep or eat properly. Finally, one day, Maria showed up at my door. But the woman who stood before me was not the same person I had fallen in love with. She looked gaunt and pale, her hair tangled and her eyes sunken. Maria, what happened to you?" I asked, my heart racing with worry. She looked at me with a mix of anger and sadness. "Do you even care?" she spat out. "You ruined my life, Jack. You gave me a death sentence." "I know, and I'm so sorry. But we can get through this together," I said, reaching out to touch her arm. She recoiled from my touch. "Don't touch me. I don't want your pity," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, let me help you," I pleaded. Maria looked at me with a cold expression. "Help me? How? You can't undo what you've done. You can't take away the pain, the fear, the shame. You can't give me my life back," she said. "Please, Maria, let me make it right. I'll do anything," I said, desperation creeping into my voice. Maria's eyes flickered with a dangerous light. "Anything?" she repeated. I nodded, not knowing what else to say. A twisted smile appeared on Maria's face. "Good. Because I have a proposition for you," she said. She stormed into the flat. I closed the door and followed her. "Anything you want." "I ... know now, that this is gods plan for me." I stared at her. "What?" "The infection, the virus ... it is a punishment for my sins, but also ... a way of redemption. God choose me to punish other people and I need your help." "I don't understand." "I read up on the infection rates ... the risk is low if people just fuck me. The risk is higher, if hey get penetrated and are filled with cum. Thats why I need you, to make sure to spread the punishment to the sinners!" I looked at her. She was crazy! "You know thats illegal!", I said. She laughed. "I don't care. You will help me." "No." "Oh, you will, or I call the police and say that you raped me. They will believe me. I'm the poor pastors daughter, who got the killer virus from a 42 year old fat guy, who dragged me into his apartment and took my innocence away!" I was speechless. She was total crazy.

You don't get to dictate when, or if, your account is deleted. Nobody is making you log in here, and the site owner would be well within his rights to keep every posting of your public, in perpetuity. That said, there's a process for getting your account removed, and yes, it can take up to 90 days (which is the time allowed for citizens of EU member states under EU law). As a US resident, it could take longer and it's still perfectly legal, so if you want it to drag on, just keep complaining about it - they probably won't slow-walk your request, but there's no reason they couldn't. What "other sites" do isn't relevant. When you buy a Toyota, you can't demand it have every feature that a Nissan (or a Honda, or a Ford, or a Kia) has. When you go to dinner in an Italian restaurant, you can't demand they serve you Thai just because some other restaurants do.

5. I let my head fall back onto the bed as Ryan bottomed out inside me and his cock started to pulse. Another hot this load was pumped into me. “God,” he said, his cock still throbbing in me, “I’m going to miss this hot slutty hole. So warm and sloppy,” he slid his cock in and out a few times. “Fuck.” “I’m going to miss your big raw cock,” I replied, grabbing him around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. “Sure you don’t have time for one more?” “That was your one more.” He gave me another kiss. “I have to go to the airport like now.” He pulled his softening cock from my slick hole. I moaned. He kissed me once more, and started to get dressed. I took my time, shaking my ass at him, savoring how horny I made him. Fully clothed he growled and pulled me close, “Alright, you little tease, get dressed. As much as I’d like to pump another load into you and then send you back to your daddies I really truly do have to leave.” He grabbed his suitcase and moved towards the door. I at long last, pulled on my little swim trunks; and walked with him to the door, my shirt in my hand. Out on the sidewalk I came close for one last kiss. “Thanks for a fun week,” I said, grinning. “Thank you for turning a dull family event into a horny week of fucking.” One more kiss, and he hitched his duffle bag onto his shoulder and marched off. I stood for a minute just by the door to the bungalow in nothing but a pair of revealing Speedo trunks, sporting half a hard on. I walked around the other side of the bungalow and made my way to Jack and Danny’s flat. Jack was sitting on their little patio with a drink in hand scrolling on his phone when I walked up. “Your trick of the week heading out?” He asked with a big smile on his face. “He’s checking out now.” I bent down and gave Jack a quick kiss. We kept the PDA to a minimum when there were guests on the property but their patio was fairly secluded and there was no one around. “After pumping one more big load in my ass.” “Fuck boy. My hungry little cum pig.” He ran a leg up my thigh and squeezed my ass. “I’m so full right now too. That was his fourth load today.” “You ready for a fifth?” “Fuck yes daddy!” We ran inside, and instantly stripped out clothes off. Jack pulled the shades and bent me over the kitchen table. He spat straight into my hole and slide his dick into my well lubed ass. We both moaned and he started fucking me deeply. It was a rough fuck, I could tell he was turned on my how loose and accommodating my hole was after a day of use. We both were groaning and panting. I felt drops of sweat drip onto my back, and the room quickly smelled of sex. “Well I just finished checking out Ryan how long do you think it’ll be before the boy’s…” Danny trailed off his sentence as he walked into the room through the hall that connected their flat to the main office. “Never mind, not long at all.” He walked over to both of us. First he gave Jack a deep kiss, and then came around the table to give me as kiss as well. “Were you excited to show your daddies how well used your hole was?” He asked me, staying bent over so we were at eye level. “Yes daddy! Fuck!” I grunted as Jack bucked deep inside me, “I wanted you two to be proud of me and how slutty I’d been.” “Oh we are boy.” “How could we not be proud of you,” Danny kissed me again. “You came here never having taken a raw cock before and now you’re a horny cum slut. We couldn’t be prouder.” “With multiple men’s cum inside you.” Jack roared as he bottomed out and pumped his load into my already flooded guts. “Thank you daddy.” I panted, laying my chest on the table. “You good for one more?” Asked Danny? “For you two… always.” “Good, stay just like that.” Danny stripped off his clothes, and as soon as Jack had pulled his cock out, slide inside my hole. I sighed deeply being full of cock once more, and relaxed so he could use me. Two hours later we were all sitting around that same table having just finished dinner. I was wearing my little speedo again; Jack and Danny were both wearing briefs and nothing else. This was starting to become a regular thing the three of us having dinner together. It was usually proceeded or followed by a hot round of fucking, but not always. I had started to think of it as a family dinner. I liked it. Really, I didn’t have any friends here in Florida yet, besides my boss. If it weren’t for Jack and Danny it would be incredibly lonely here. “I know we said it earlier, but I want to make sure you heat this not just in the heat of a fuck: We really are very proud of you David. How much you’ve grown into this person. We’re very happy that you’re here,” Jack said, putting one of his large hands on mine. Danny smiled from across the table. “Thank you. Its, well, its not something I ever expected but I’m so grateful. I feel like I understand a part of myself, of my sexuality, I never did before.” “We’re glad,” Danny added, “The boy who came here was very cute, but this confident knows what he wants man you’ve turned into is so fucking hot. God! I would never have believed it if someone told me when you got here this is what you’d be like and what we’d be doing.” “No kidding.” I laughed. “When Sarah hired me to come down here I never thought I’d end up the cumdump for two hot as fuck men.” “You’re not just our cumdump though are you?” “I guess not. I do still have Ryan’s loads in me.” “If we didn’t fuck them out completely.” We all laughed. The kind of light breezy laugh that consumes a room of friends who have perfect comfort with each other. “How was it having someone other than us fuck you?” “It was… well I mean it was hot, first of all. You know I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t encouraged me to fuck a guy if I thought he was hot, and I certainly wouldn’t have gone back without you pushing me again. Knowing that you both thought it was hot just added to the appeal. It made me feel powerful to be wanted like that, and in the best way it made me feel like a slut to let him fuck me. I wanted him, and I got him. I liked having that power.” “Its like we told you in the beginning. When you want something, say it. Go after it.” “Are you going to do it again?” “Get fucked by other guys you mean?” “Yeah!” “When another hot guy with a fat cock shows up… you bet.” I said, a cheeky grin plastered across my face. As it turns out, I wouldn’t have to wait long at all. The next day I had a short day at work. It was nice out and I wanted to try and see a little more of the town I had moved to. I drove down into Melbourne and went to a little café. It was cute, furnished with big comfy chairs and little tables. Sunlight streamed in through a whole wall of windows. I ordered a sandwich and a coffee from the woman at the counter, and then I saw him. He was working the espresso machine, just around my height and not much older than me. Given my new-found predilection towards older men covered in hair I probably wouldn’t have given this guy a second thought, if he hadn’t been wearing a tank top that showed off the most spectacular forest of chest hair. He had a floppy mop of sandy blond hair, bright green eyes, and a handsome clean-shaven face. The shadow of a dense beard darkened his cheeks and square jaw. When he moved his arms, he revealed wild thickets of hair, and his strong veiny arms were covered in a long dark pelt. He looked like I imagined Jack and Danny must have when they were my age. This proto bear, a man in the making, a beast that were he a decade older would have fit perfectly into my newly discovered type. The jock I had on under my shorts felt tight as I took the coffee he’d handed me and sat down. Looked back, and caught his eye. He gave me a big full toothy smile before turning back to his work. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The book I’d brought in to read sat in front of me completely forgotten. He caught me looking twice more, always flashing a big smile back at me. I blushed. I tried to turn my attention to my book. Pointedly I stared at the pages, trying to focus, and not leer at this man. I tried to pretend I didn’t see him walking towards my table with the sandwich I’d ordered. “Here’s your sandwich,” he said, setting it down in front of me. I looked up, he was smiling still. His eyes twinkled a little. “I’m Alex.” “David.” “Nice to meet you.” He grinned. “I saw you watching me.” “Oh… I’m sorry… I…” “It seems like you saw something you liked.” That cheeky grin was back. “Well… yeah… you’re… you’re really hot.” “Thanks. I was thinking the same about you.” He was leaning forward over the table a little bit. I could just see down the front of his tank top as he did. The little bit more of his torso I could see was just as hairy as the bush erupting from his shirt promised. My cock twitched. “I’m done here in like thirty minutes. You still gonna be around?” “Yeah… sure!” I felt like I sounded way too eager, but truth be told I was eager. The hunger I felt every time I thought about Jack or Danny’s raw cocks was building inside me looking at this guy. I wanted him to fuck me. “Great! I’ll come find you then.” He shot me another big grin and headed back to the counter. For the next half hour I kept myself focused on the book as much as I could. It was almost impossible though. I kept catching Alex looking at me, and every time that he did I started imaging what his dick was like again. In fact I was day dreaming about pawing at his hairy pecs while he pumped his load inside me when he slid into the chair next to me saying, “All done.” “Great!” I replied. “So…” he gave a nervous little laugh. “Whats up?” I laughed too, it broke the tension a little bit. “Nothing really. I just moved to the area and wanted to explore a little more. I was done for work for the day and thought I’d see what this place was about.” “What do you think?” “Its nice, good food, good coffee… hot staff.” “Glad you think so. Where are you staying? You just moved here?” “Yeah, for work. A friend of mine started this company, and I just graduated college so I moved down here to work for her. She set me up with this place at an extended stay beach side. So I’m living there.” “Nice, what’s it called?” “Beach Palm Hotel.” His face changed for a second, a question passed through his mind and a much more wicked glint came into his eyes. “I think I know it… do you know who the owners are by any chance?” “Yeah. These two guys, Jack and…” “Danny.” He finished my sentence. Now he was grinning. “Yeah. I guess you know them.” “You could say that.” He paused. “Look, I live just around the corner by the old high school. You wanna come round to my place? I don’t love hanging around work after my shift that much.” “Sure!” I said, and packed up my stuff. “Be right back,” he said and ran off to the back room. He came back a minute late with a bag slung over his shoulder. “Follow me.” We walked out into the bright Floridian sun and headed down the block. We chatted a little about his life, he worked at the café and a local movie theatre. He’d been born in Orlando but moved over this way for the beach. After about five minutes we turned into a modern apartment complex. He led the way to the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor. As soon as the doors closed a tension crackled between us again. We were actually alone for the first time and there was a heat forming. The doors of the elevator opening a few moments later was like letting out a breath after being under water. The tension broke, but the underlying energy was still there. I followed him down the corridor and into a reasonable sized one-bedroom apartment. He tossed his bag through the open door of the bedroom and gestured for me to sit on the couch. A moment later having kicked off his shoes too he joined me. “So, do you make it a habit of following strange men home.” He was smiling brightly. “You know I don’t,” we both laughed, “but I figured someone who knows Danny and Jack were probably a safe bet.” “True,” he had moved a little closer on the couch. “I guess then the question is, how well do you know them?” “Pretty well. When I got there, I was the only other person on the property so we got to know each other pretty fast.” “They’re cool guys, and a lot of fun.” “Yeah. We’ve certainly had some fun.” “What kind of fun are we talking.” “I think you know.” We were both grinning, and slowly moving closer together as we spoke. We knew where this little dance was going now. “The kind that ends with you full of their spunk?” “At least once a day.” “Fuck. I love their cocks. They feel so fucking good inside me.” “I know!” Knowing that Jack and Danny had fucked Alex too made him somehow even more attractive to me. I was going to bottom for another bottom. I liked that. It felt, well, it felt like another one upping of my sluttiness. “They were the first people to ever fuck me raw and now I’m hooked.” “Damn. I already knew I liked it bareback when I met them. I found them on Grindr when I first moved here and they fucked the shit out of me. I haven’t seen them for a minute though, guess I know why now. They’ve been breeding your hole.” “I didn’t know I was depriving someone else,” I said cheekily. “Oh, I haven’t gone without. There’s a hot jock one floor down who keeps me satisfied.” We were almost nose to nose now. “He fucked me right before work.” “Damn. That’s hot.” I was imagining Alex on his back, his legs in the air and a hot muscle jock pumping away at his furry ass. “I swallowed a load from Danny while Jack fucked me right before I left for work this morning too.” “So you’re full of Jack’s spunk right now?” “You know it.” “Perfect. I’ve been bottoming so much lately,” he licked his lips, “I’m dying to breed a nice hole.” I made the move, I reached out and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a rough kiss. Our mouths mashed together and our tongues quickly began wrestling back and forth. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me forward and off the couch. Masterfully he shifted us both so I was straddling him. I ground my throbbing bulge against his. “I take it that’s you volunteering,” he said after a few minutes of furious making out. “Absolutely,” I replied. “Use me.” “I’m gonna fucking fill you up. Send you leaking back to Danny and Jack.” “Perfect. They’ll love eating your cum out of me.” “Fucking pig!” “Takes one to know one.” He growled and pulled me back into the kiss. His hands tore at my shirt, quickly pulling it up over my head. I ran my hands under his feeling the thick hair that had drawn me to him. I slid them upwards, while we kissed, twisting my fingers in and out of the pelt. I flicked my nail across a small pert nipple and felt Alex gasp in my mouth. I did it again, and he groaned. His hands were cradling my ass, pulling me up and down. If we hadn’t still had pants on his cock would have been sliding in and out of me. “Fuck you’re so hot,” he said, catching his breath for a moment. “God so are you! I love how fucking hairy you are.” “Got a thing for bears and otters then?” “I didn’t know that I did before Danny and Jack, but now… fuck its all I want.” “Don’t worry. I’m hairy everywhere.” He grabbed me tight, with one hand at my hip and another in between my shoulder blades. In an easy motion he knocked us both backwards onto the couch so I was not flat on my back and he was between my legs. He grinned down at me and pulled off his shirt. Finally, the full expanse of his torso was revealed and he did not disappoint. Alex’s chest and stomach were just one long swath of hair, there was not separation between his perky chest and his tight stomach. The thick band grew uninterrupted from his neck to where it vanished into the band of his shorts. “Told ya,” he said grinning. He undid my belt, and unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted my ass off the couch so he could pull them off of me. Then I was left in just my straining jock. “Nice.” Alex said taking me in. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back into the air. My knees came to my chest and my ass was exposed. There was a pause, and then the now familiar sensation of a warm tongue sliding down my ass crack. I moaned as Alex’s tongue hit home and flittered across my pucker. These days it didn’t take much for me to blossom open, and soon he was tonguing my open hole. I felt him flick inside, pulling at my ring. I pushed out a little and heard him make a sound of appreciation. “Fuck, your ass is so open, and warm.” I pushed out a little harder, “And fuck! Full of cum.” He dove back in. Sloppily Alex made out with my hole, depowering the load Jack had pumped into me that morning. “Oh fuck yes! Eat my ass! That feels so fucking good!” I panted. “I need to get these pants off.” Alex said standing up. He undid his shorts and kicked them off. Then turning to face me, slowly pulled down the white briefs he’d been wearing. I was not disappointed. His cock was not incredibly long but it was shockingly thick. I groaned just looking at it. “You like what you see boy?” “Fuck yes! I love being called boy! It makes me feel so slutty.” “Me too.” He got back between my legs and lent over my whole body to kiss me. I tasted my own ass along with Jack’s cum on his lips. The room was starting to feel warm and I could smell a little bit of sweat starting to seep out of his pits. I dragged my fingers down his back, making him grunt. He bucked forward and the blunt head of his fat cock brushed across me hole. I did it again, causing him to push forwards once more. “You want this cock don’t you boy?” “Yes!” “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes! I need it. Fuck me!” “Good boy!” He reached back, lined up his cock with my hole and pushed. His mouth still inches from mine he pressed inside me. We watched each other’s faces melt with pleasure as he began to sink in. Slowly my hole stretched to accommodate his girth, and his dick sunk deeper and deeper in. I moaned feeling the wide shaft open me. Alex didn’t seem to be breathing, his just pushed slowly forward. His steady deliberate pace soon forced his entire throbbing rod into my hole. “Fuck your dick is so fat.” “Yeah. You like that raw otter dick?” “Oh my god it feels amazing.” “Fuck yeah it does. Shit your hole is so wet. Its like fucking velvet.” “Use me. Fuck my ass.” “Good boy!” He pulled out slowly, holding himself above me, and then pushed back in at the same deliberate pace. He worked his cock in and out of me with long powerful strokes. It had my legs shaking. It felt so good, I felt so full. His cock was so wide that I felt like I’d never been stretched this much before. Alex leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue was more gentle this time in making its way into my mouth. He was savoring this. I kissed him back, and wrapped my legs around him holding him inside me. He arched his back and kept thrusting his cock in and out. I felt like putty. I could tell my face was flushed. I grunted into our kiss with each thrust of his dick. Very suddenly Alex shifted our weight and, falling backwards, dragged me on top of him so we were back in the spot where we had been making out. Only this time I was impaled on his thick shaft as we kissed. I tucked my knees under me and started to ride him. I bounced up and down on his cock picking up the pace. He had been getting me used to the substantial girth now I could easily take him. I rode him faster and faster, slamming my ass back down on his cock harder each time. We were both sweating now. Alex put his hands behind his head letting me ride him. I dove forward lapping at his bushy put while still forcing my ass back down on his dick. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned, and brought one hand to the back of my head, holding me in his put. It smelled amazing. I swirled my tongue through the thick hair pulling the salty sweat taste out. Alex pulled my head out of his pit and dragged me into a wet kiss. He sucked his own sweat from my tongue and he started to buck his cock up into me harder than ever. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close. I felt his breath change as I pressed our chests together. He was starting to pant. I felt like his cock was getting even thicker as he approached climax. I clenched my hole tight, gripping his cock as hard as I could and then releasing. He moaned, and his cock gave a powerful throb. I did it again, and again, milking his cock until finally, he threw his head back and forced his cock balls deep inside me. His entire body tensed with the force of his orgasm. His cock pulsed deep within my guts and a river of cum was pumped into me. Trickles of sweat ran down my back as he came inside me. We were both panting. Alex’s eyes were squeezed tight shut. His hands shook a little. It took a long time before his blinked slowly back to the conscious world. I was flooded. He had clearly needed that release. He smiled at me, and then kissed me softly. “That felt fucking amazing,” he said in a hoarse voice as he caught his breath. “God, you came so much.” “I told you.” “It feels so good.” I squeezed his slowly delating cock with my hole. He moaned. “Yes. Oh fuck. Can I…” he laughed a little, “Can I get your number?” “You’re still inside me and you’re thinking about the next time?” “You’re damn right I am. Fuck! Your ass felt so good, and you take dick like a champ. Next time I get in the mood to top I’m going to fill you up again.” “Good.” I kissed him again and then carefully dismounted his cock.

An observation I've made when it comes to consuming T is how night becomes inseparable to day, blurring the passage of time. I was about to finish watching the 4th bareback movie that was streaming. The sky was now turning blue. I had to frequently look at the clock to grab myself onto reality. Around 8, I heard noises from the kitchen. Before heading there, I looked at myself in the mirror and was pretty impressed at how I clean myself up. I couldn't do much bout the eyebags, but I did a good deep clean of myself after Ludvig left. Devin didn't have a clue how spun I was. As I approached the counter, Devin turned to prepare some kind of health bowl he's routinely makes every morning. I asked how his night was. "It was alright. Not as much fun as you had I suppose." I smiled and asked him if he was cool with what happened last night. "Yeah, it's nothing. Part of the deal. But I'm curious though. Why were you asking him for poz loads? That's fucking sick." Unbothered and aided by what's left of the T I had from last night, I told him frankly bout how I enjoy fucking and getting fuck. Bareback. I explained how I had no plan on going on prep and that sexually, fucking poz dudes get me off. I elaborated further how he wouldn't understand since he never really opened his mind much in the bedroom, and that the sex we've had was plain vanilla. It was his ass that made up for the cracks we've had. I didn't want to argue with him so I told him that it really is best if we split. Silence with no response, Devin head to the room with his bowl. I opened the app and saw Ludvig was online. I asked how the cumdump was. "Nothing to brag. They're always the same. Advertise themselves as being piggy or raunchy but would never let someone piss in their guts" "Sounds hot." "You like that?" "I don't know. Maybe." "You're one of a kind aren't you?" I didn't reply. He probably had things to do and I was still horny. I changed into a clean pair of jocks and running shorts. With a fruit of the loom hoodie over my tanktop, I thought maybe I should go for a quick jog to try my chances in the woods. Nothing defines homosexuality than the classic activity called cruising. Unlike before, I decide to offer my ass instead of my cock. First time for everything. The leaves were now thicker and the branches no longer empty but slowly forming into foliages that would make one invisible when entering the park. Most of the trees were high and the placement of the bushes sporadically made it easier to mind one's own business. A larger than usual crowd was present at my usual spot. Around 15 men, just spread out within a 500f radius, some trying to stay incognito behind a tree. Others, in between bushes. In the middle of this hidden part of the park, a tree had fallen, breaking in half. Mother nature blessed us with more privacy and by the looks of it, I could drop my pants while I held onto it. It was hidden conveniently. One had to be at a higher level, probably above the side hills to get a proper view of the fallen tree. Determined as I was, I crawled through the fallen branches and paced myself close to the tree, inspecting it and testing myself by gripping it with my ass backed out. With nothing else to lose, I pulled my shorts down before gripping the base of the tree. My legs were spread and pushed up. Anyone could bent me over to drop their load and I wouldn't know how they look like. I don't even care how they look like. It was still early and there were barely any noise. I stood and gripped myself firmly and still. Not too long later I heard footsteps accompanied by the movement of the leaves that had fallen. A few twigs being stepped on and sounds of branches swinging to allow any passerby. I then felt a warm hand on the right side of my ass. Then, both. My ass was kneaded, and fingers protruded in me, causing me to arch my back further like how a a regular bottom would. Soon, my hole was greeted by a smooch that turned into a tongue. Now I felt something. I was still facing forward with no desire to see who was behind me. My hole was wet and ready from how good of a rimjob this faceless figure behind me had done. Feeling the tip of his cock, I braced myself and squat down onto it. I heard a low "Holy shit" from behind and stayed in my original position. The cock was long, though thin. Taking it was painless and I barely felt satisfied. The best way to describe what had happened was as if a hotdog was thrown down the hallway I call my guts. The fuck didn't last long. When he was about to come, I sensed that he was exiting out of me but I quickly grabbed himself into me. Feeling him come in me still left me an impression though. That last moan of relief gets me off so bad. I sensed that there had been other watchers when I heard more footsteps encircling the broken tree. When the first guy left, cum dripped from my hole like a faucet, giving god knows how many people there were a special rare view. Shortly after, I heard footsteps creeping behind. Still faced forward, I paid no attention. I felt some fingers pushed into me, releasing more of the load the first guy had left. I also heard some slurps. What a fucking pig I thought. It was hot nonetheless. My expectations grew bigger for the next guy. I felt now felt hands cupping my ass to lift my calves higher before allowing myself to be felched. The slurping sound coming from my ass getting ate was the only noise coming from the area we were in. I enjoyed every moment of if. After I expelled all that I could, my back was arched again. This time, I felt like I was being impaled. The cock was thick and longer than the previous one. The fuck was longer too. Each thrust felt functional, like it was actually building up toward something. The second guys' hands was also coarse and big, firmly holding both sides of my waist. The moans I hear was also louder. "What's a lil slut like you doing in the woods this early with his ass out?" "Getting loads from guys like you without knowing how they look like." "Oh you like that?" "I'd rather not know than be disappointed" "A bratty bitch aren't you?" His thrusts were steady with little hiccups. He knew how to fuck and all I want was to get his load. I even started to moan, feeling the right spots he hit, deep and steady in me. "You know I'm positive, never medicated once. You like that? You want me to stop?" "Nah, don't think of stopping. Give me that load." "Shit, you sure?" "Oh I'm sure alright. Come on now, no turning back." "Aight" A few more strokes in me and finally he came in me. I felt the warm load in me this time, much to my satisfaction. Although he started with a felch, he left his load in me without any further thought. Drops of cum was now sliding down across my right leg, touching my knee and finally my ankle, before meeting the edge of my sock. I could take 3 more guys. The third anon that approached me took some time. The first spectators were probably bored and left, or were disgusted and left. I turned my head back for the first time and saw 5 guys. 2 were kinda old, older than Ludvig I'd wager and the rest were probably in their 30s or 40s. DL vibes all around. I glanced at each of them in the eye, raising my brows before repositioning myself forward. There was no assplay with the third guy. I felt his tip and his girth. It was thicker than usual and not as long as I'd hope though what he lacked in length he made up in dilating my hole. He had to properly position his cock toward my hole to ensure that it popped without fail. I thought the cum I've had would slide it off, discouraging him but he knew what he was doing. In only a single try, he entered me, successfully making my hole bigger in his thrust. I felt a different sort of sensation from taking him, the girth had inflated my insides like never before. You would assume it felt like a butt plug but it wasn't, there were movements that were identifying certain pleasure points that I didn't know. I was now barely conscious, surrendering myself the ecstasy of getting my hole plowed. His pace was not too fast nor slow but careful for the fear that he would've popped out of me. What I originally saw in the mirror in my briefs, the ass I had that was tighter and guarded for certain people was now gone. I was still holding myself onto the tree, back arched for easy access. The third guy was still at it. I had little complaints. "Damn dude, you're so tight." "Nah man you just have a mason jar for a dick" "Still fits like a glove" "Yeah, don't stop. I need your load in me." "Oh you're getting my cum alright" I felt a few more thrusts in me before mr. mason jar froze himself, gripping himself onto me as he shoots his load. The exhalation, the grip, the warmth of the cum up in me, these were what I now craved. Each time is different. I finally feel a sort of weight had lifted off from my shoulder once I've come to terms with this newly found epiphany that I enjoy getting bred. With his arms now unclenched from me and his trousers zipped up, I fixed my position for the next guy. 2 more, I told myself. The sun was now getting brighter and only 2 spectators remained. From the looks of it, I doubt they would have the guts to approach me. I didn't mind though. I was still facing forward. I tilted my head to the side a bit to get a glimpse of the main path and saw a cop riding a bike doing his round. With where I'm at, I didn't think I could be seen so I stayed. It got quiet for a while and I was about to call it quits when I heard bike movements coming through the leaves, closer to where I was. It was too late for me to pull my pants up for the moment I turned, a cop had halted his bike right across from me. The spectators had probably run. "Well what do we have here.." I was in my jocks, no shorts with my hoodie still intact. Technically, I wasn't naked. "Just some fun in the woods, you know.." "Fun? Or public indecency?" "Whatever you want, officer.." I can tell that he was starring at my leg, noticing the dried cum trailing intricately. I looked at him in the eyes, slowly turning my waist to grab my ass. He was quite cute for a bike cop. Maybe a cadet. Was in shorts, with visor and a helmet. Blue eyes and some freckles. I turned myself to expose my hole, fingering it and letting more cum out of me. The cadet didn't say a word. "I... I have to.." "You have to try my ass, that's what you want to, officer" I turned my back to him and returned to my original position. The next thing you know, his fingers were exploring me and he humped himself against me with a hard on that was desperate to leave those shorts. I helped him unbuttoned and he looked into my eyes, grab my head and went for a kiss. I was initially reluctant though I gave in for fear of getting arrested. He then pushed me to the ground, grabbing his crotch close to me. I gladly sucked it. I can tell a guy like him didn't get around much. He got hard quick and not even 4 minutes I was on his cock did he tell me to stop. I stood up and he turned my back around. With the cum still coming out of me, he lubed himself and pushed himself in me. It actually felt good. It had a curve that was hard to find these days. Length was above average, girth as normal as it can be. It was the Goldilocks kind of dick I needed before I put all this to a rest. He lasted quite some time in me. With each thrust I could hear his badge dangling from his vest. He tried to control his moan but it was obvious that it proved to be challenging. I wanted to give him an unforgettable experience, so I started gyrating myself onto him, turning the pitch in his moan higher. All he could say was yeah yeah yeah. I mounted myself onto him, grabbing his back into me as I guided him to thrust into me. Then, I arched myself doggy style to fully give him my hole which he finally found comfort in. He was in bliss. The boyish smile he had, in addition to the freckles on his cheek made me conclude that he couldn't be older than 22. "I'm about to come" "Then come. Don't be shy" And just like that, he came. His moans were now loud and authentic, repeatedly ending with shit shit shit. I will never get tired of the sound a man makes when he reaches climax. Even if I wasn't fully into it, that second I knew someone had come, especially if it was in me, I was whole. The cadet put on his attire, stared at me, and told me to not come around the area again. "When can I then?" He was now on his bike, changing the gears before answering. "Anytime before 8 AM." My walk home was peaceful and still. I knew what I had done, the loads I took, the crime I sort of did. I kinda felt accomplished if anything. Having random loads in me was satisfying. It gave me a sense of purpose. I got home right before 11 to an empty house. I took a shower and opened the apps. There was a message from Ludvig that I missed after I left him hanging. "Are you free tonight, Andy? I was telling my friends about you. Do you want to hang with us?" No hesitation I sent back "I'm not doing much. Why not? I hope I don't disappoint them." "Oh I doubt that. They're not just friends. They're family." An address attachment was the last message Ludvig sent. I stared into the map apps for a while before planning what I was going to wear.

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

4. The sun was incredibly hot, and the air felt thick with humidity. I was sheltered under a large umbrella by the pool, laid out in a skimpy speedo reading a mystery book. In the month since Jack and Danny had first fucked me I had steadily become more and more comfortable being naked or nearly naked in public. Really, I was only wearing a speedo because there were other guests at the hotel that weekend. For a week after we had first fucked there had been no one else here, it was just the three of us, and I had grown used to wearing just a jock around the property if anything. We all did. Jack and Danny would walk around naked or just in little shorts all the time. Besides the freedom I felt walking around in a jock it was also just more convenient. Despite the age difference my new daddies were just as horny as I was. In the ensuing month there was not a day that had gone by without my taking at least one of their loads, usually both, and often more than once a day. We had fucked all over the property. Firstly, in the different rooms, and then moving to the more public spaces. The day before the most recent crop of guests had arrived Jack had bred me right here on the pool deck. I loved it. I loved my new life as their boy. They both frequently told me they were proud of me, that they were impressed with how quickly I had taken to being theirs. It was perfect, I had never known I wanted this life until I had it; now it was all I could imagine. I sat up a little straighter in my chair and felt slickness between my cheeks, Danny had fucked me in the little room behind the main office just before I came out to the pool. My ass still felt tender and well used as I tried to concentrate on my book. I reread the page in front of me, and still didn’t ingest much of it. The wet feeling around my hole had distracted me. I had dick on the brain again. I looked back to the page, and with a concerted effort took in Agatha Christie’s weirdly racist character description. I was pulled out of an aristocratic English woman explaining to Poirot how this crime had to be done by a “foreigner” because it “just wasn’t something an Englishman would do” by a warm low voice asking, “is this seat taken?” Standing in front of me was a tall, broad shouldered and handsome man. He was younger than the daddies, probably in his mid-thirties. His hair was cut short and pushed forward in a carefree straight boy sort of way. He had a square handsome face, bright eyes, and dense dark stubble on his cheeks. His burly chest and strong abdomen was covered in dark, dense hair that swirled downward till it disappeared into his low slung shorts. His legs and arms were thick, and strong, he looked like he worked construction or something that required lots of heavy lifting. “Is this seat taken?” He asked again pointing to the other deck chair under my umbrella. I shook my head. “Cool!” He said, and moved over to the chair. He kicked off his flip flops and the unbuttoned his shorts. Under them he had on a pair of small, tight, trunks that left little to the imagination. I tried to make it look like I was just reading my book and not checking out his thick beefy ass stretching the fabric of his trunks taught, or the prominent bulge and obvious outline of his meaty dick. He laid back in the chair, pulled out a book, and tucked one arm behind his head. His exposed pit was as densely hairy as his chest and I cause a whiff of his scent. My cock stiffened a little in my speedo and I shifted one leg up so it wasn’t as obvious. “How long have you been here?” He said after a few minutes. “At the pool or at the hotel,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Well both I suppose.” “I’ve been out here for about an hour, and staying at the hotel for just over a month.” “A month, damn. That’s a long time.” “I’m here for work, my boss knows the owners, so when she asked me to move down they did her a deal and… anyway I live off on the side of the property where not a lot of people want to book the room.” “That’s still a sweet deal. I’m just in town for the week. Family wedding. Everyone else is staying at my sisters or my parents but I could not spend a week trapped with my family. I need some private time,” he grinned. “So I found this place online, saw that it was queer friendly and booked Bungalow 8. Its over by the beach path.” “Yeah I know it!” “I suppose after a month you must know all the bungalows.” “Well… yeah kinda.” I blushed, he didn’t know how well I knew them all. “I’m Ryan, by the way.” He stuck out his hand. I shook it, his grip was firm, and his palm a little rough. “David.” “So how long are you staying? Or are you almost done after a month?” “All summer. At least that’s how long the job is for. After that I don’t really know,” although I hopped that Jack and Danny would just keep me there forever. “Oh good, so the eye candy will be around the whole time I’m here.” “Eye candy,” I stammered. “You heard me. I guess queer friendly hotel means the pool is stocked with cute boys to look at.” I heard Jack’s voice in my head saying “You know, if there are other hot guys out there you want to get fucked by you should go for it. We would love to eat a stranger cum out of your hole.” In a lower more confident tone I turned to the Ryan and said, “Well you can do more than just look if you want.” “Oh is that so?” “Absolutely.” I was completely hard now, aroused by my own boldness. Ryan shifted so that his crotch was now facing me. He too had become aroused and his little trunks were fighting to contain the swollen mass of his erection. “Think you could handle this?” I leaned over so that I was only a foot away from his face and said, “Why don’t you bend me over and find out.” “Alright boy, follow me.” He got up, and grabbed his things. He didn’t bother to put his shorts on, or cover up; he just walked confidently out of the pool enclosure with his hard cock displayed for anyone who passed by. I followed close behind him, trying to emulate his confidence. He led me down towards the beach path and Bungalow 8. He had left the door unlocked, and pushed me inside as soon as we got there. We both dropped our things by the door and he scooped me up with a strong arm behind my back. He pulled me forward and pressed me into him. His mouth found mine and his tongue worked into my mouth. I welcomed him, and we kissed hungrily. I wrapped my arms around him as his began to explore my body. I held onto his neck with one arm, and toyed with his round sensitive nipple with the other. We were both panting and groaning into the other’s mouth as we kissed. I already felt hot, and his chest was slick with sweat. The scent I had smelled for a moment back at the pool enveloped me. His pheromones were intoxicating and my lust for him grew as I inhaled. I was the one to pull away from our kiss but only so I could dive face first into his pit. I pulled his arm up and shoved my face into the furry depths. He moaned as I licked the salty sweat from his skin. “Fucking pig,” he said, in an appreciative low whisper. I sucked harder. Then I licked my way across his chest to his nipple. I flicked it with my tongue and was rewarded with another groan. I latched onto his chest, pulling at his tit with my teeth and tongue. He growled and held my head there. “Fuck yeah boy. Get on your fucking knees.” I slid down his body, dragging my tongue through the forest of hair till I came to his crotch. I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled his little trunks to the ground. What I found there did not disappoint. His dick was long and broad, with a big shining purple head. His balls were big and heavy, hanging low now that they were free. Dense, bushy pubes grew in a mass at the base and faded out into the rest of his body hair. There was basically no break between the hair on his chest, and the hair on his legs. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I opened my mouth and gulped down his cock. A month of being fucked by Jack and Danny had made me a masterful deep throater. I took him down the back of my throat with ease, and held my nose against his pelvis. He moaned loudly, “Oh fuck!” He put both of his hands on the back of my head and fucked my throat. I held onto his legs, keeping myself upright. I felt the powerful muscles in his thighs flex as he used my throat. This guy knew how to fuck. Ryan pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped it across my face. My cheeks were smeared with spit and precum. He stuffed it back down my willing throat and started fucking even harder. Thick frothy spit formed around his cock and dribbled down my chin. He pounded harder and harder till suddenly he let out a roar and ropes of sweet salty cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed hard, taking his load down my throat. He panted as he climaxed. His hands shook, and he let out a little gasp as his dick feel from my mouth. “Fuck,” I said, “that was hot as fuck.” “Was? We’re not done boy. You promised me a go at that hole.” “You still want to fuck me even though you came?” “Does my cock look soft?” I looked at his still throbbing member. “Not at all.” “Exactly. Now bend over that couch so I can eat your ass.” I scrambled off the floor and did as he instructed. I got on the couch, rested my chest against the back, and presented my ass to him. He got down on his knees, his hands on my ass cheeks and let out a low whistle. “Damn boy, your ass is beautiful.” “Wait till you taste it,” I replied cheekily. He dove in. His tongue flicked across my hole and then easily slid inside. He lapped at my lips, pushing into my ring. Then he paused for a moment, and pushed his tongue in a little deeper. He paused again, then pushed his tongue deeper still. “You’ve already got cum in your cute little ass don’t you?” “Compliments of the management,” I said over my shoulder. “What?” “The owners, they’ve been fucking me at least once a day since I got here a month ago. They… well… they introduced me to getting fucked raw and I loved it so much I couldn’t stop. Danny had just fucked me when I got to the pool today.” “Fuck that’s hot.” “In fact… you’ll be the third guy ever to breed me.” “Fucking hell.” He stood up and bent over me. He kissed the back of my neck, and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fucking flood your guts boy. Then you can take my load back to the owners.” “I call them my daddies,” I panted. “You like being used by older men boy?” “Yes! And I love being called boy.” “You’re just a horny slutty boy aren’t you?” “YES!” “Good.” I heard him spit and then felt his cock at my hole. He slid in easily. I was used to taking big raw dicks now. My hole didn’t resist at all, it just bloomed around his invading cock. I moaned, and pushed back into his thrust. “Good boy. Such a nice sweet hole. Fuck. You feel so good around my cock.” “Fuck me please!” “Yeah boy.” “Breed me.” “Fuck yes! Take me cock.” He started to thrust deep inside me, pulling out as far as he could and long dicking my hole. I let out a low whimper and gave into the pounding. His hands held my hips and he pulled me back to meet each one of his thrusts. “Oh yes! Use my hole!” I panted as I bucked back onto his cock. Sweat was dripping down from his chest onto my back. I could feel the now familiar slickness of cum being fucked out of my hole as he pounded me. He suddenly knocked me sideways, and with his hands on my hips flipped me onto my back. In one easy motion he threw my legs onto his shoulders and pushed his dick back inside me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply and he started to pummel my hole again. I felt like putty in his hands. I was here for him to use and unload in. I had become so used to the daddy’s dicks that taking a stranger’s cock was a stranger but magical experience. Taking their dicks had become, not second place, but second nature. It felt right and perfect when they slid inside of me. I felt like I had suddenly come home as soon as one of them breached my sphincter each day. Ryan however felt different, he felt like an invader. It felt good to surrender to a new man. He grunted as he bucked his cock deep inside me. His face was scrunched up and I could see the effort not to cum etched in his brow. He lasted a few more minutes, breathing harshly. A big drop of sweat fell from his nose right onto my lip. I lapped up the salty liquid. He grunted again, and then let out a roar. He reared up, pinning my legs to my chest, his back arched, his cock thrust as far into me as it could go. He looked like a Greek god, conquering some enemy for a moment. His orgasm surged through his body, and erupted into me. I felt myself being filled with his seed. It pumped deep inside my guts. I had taken my first load from a man who wasn’t Danny or Jack, and I love it. The wave of slutty euphoria that washed over me was intoxicating. “How long did you say you were here for?” I asked grinning up at him as he wiped the sweat from his face. “Till the end of the week… why… you already thinking about next time?” “Fuck yes is am,” I squeezed his softening cock with my hole making him groan and then chuckle, “That was amazing. You can fuck me whenever you want.” He slowly pulled his cock out of my hole, and we both gasped. He shook his head as if to clear his mind and smiled down at me. “As long as your daddies don’t mind sharing.” “They said they’d be excited to eat someone else’s load out of my hole. “God, they’re turning you into quite the little pig. You’ll be the perfect bottom when they’re done with you. You got your phone on you?” “Yeah!” “Cool, I’ll give you my number and you can text me. I’ll hit you up when I need to get off again.” We exchanged numbers, and I got dressed. “I’m going to enjoy filling your hole up this week.” He said at the door before kissing me one more time. About three hours later I was sitting in Danny and Jack’s flat drinking a beer in nothing but a jockstrap. Danny say across the table from me completely naked. His cock was still glistening after the quick fucking he had just given me. “Well if he texts you you have to go!” He said, after hearing the whole story of how I met Ryan at the pool. “Yeah? You’re ok with me getting fucked by him again?” “We want you to get fucked as often as you can. Ryan won’t be the only horny top this summer either. We’re somewhat of a hot spot for gays guys around here. If you’re up for it you’ll get a lot of use this summer.” “Promise?” “Promise.”

In the sanctuary of the stake center for the young adults ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in Boulder, CO. Ever since I started taking and giving loads it has been a fantasy to go to this place where I once worshipped the Christian God, and bare my testimony for the one true God that is Barefucking as consecrated by Breeding. And in that place I’d like to take the loads of a dozen Elders on their missions and declare I have a quorum inside me giving me the power to declare that I am the Prophet of our Lord. And He commands that all young men, will henceforth set out on a mission to teach the doctrine of Bareback Breeding. And to seal them to their calling the first 100 brave stripling warriors will demonstrate their love and devotion for the one true God by bareback breeding their Prophet. And we will exalt in this glorious manifestation of His works. Hosanna!

I would love to get fucked at a gay dance club with everybody watching. Not even trying to hide it, just taking a stranger’s load in my ass … and then in my fantasy it turns into a gangbang

I have never been to the boiler room either. The last time I was in Berlin I had difficulty sitting for days after. The men are incredible. They definitely make them bigger in Germany. Even the smaller guys like me had huge cocks. I think I may need another trip soon. You have my pussy twitching just thinking about it.

Part 9 "Travis." Said Blake, his voice shaking. "My best friend. "You fucking disgusting piece of shit. I hope you die!" The slut sobbed as he finished the text, my dick just throbbed. I took the phone and texted back. "Please Travis," I typed and told Blake, "I want you to fuck me soooo bad. I've always dreamt of you raping my ass!" I smiled as I hit send. "Die fag!" He texted back. I had him read the next one. "From Grace, my girlfriend. "WTF?????? You fucking sick perv! Fuck you!" He sobbed harder as I fucked him harder. "From......my dad." Jackpot! He was shaking like a leaf as he read it. "You fucking disgusting, filthy, depraved pervert. You are dead to your family! You sent your mom and sister that sick shit? I want you out of the house now! I don't give a fuck what happens to you! Never speak to us again!" My whore was openly crying as he read that. I just grabbed his hips and pounded him hard. Then I took his phone and texted. "Please daddy. I want you to fuck me. I've dreamt of it my whole life. My big, strong, hairy daddy raping his little boys hole. You can piss up my ass after you dump your cum in me daddy! Please let your friends use me daddy! I'm a dirty, little pig!" I hit send and handed the phone back to the slut. "Father Joe.....my priest." He said quietly. "My dear son. I pray for you." I grabbed the phone and texted. "Father, please fuck me and use me as the cumdump god made me to be. I want your big, holy cock spewing hot cum into my guts. Punish me with a whipping for my sins before you rape me." And so it went. A couple of the guys from the party stopped by to use the whore more. One had a fist in his ass as he read more and more texts telling him what a disgusting worthless fag he was. For every guy, I texted back responses, begging and pleading for nasty sex. Everyone told Blake to fuck off and die. Except for one. Father Joe. He texted back, "Blake. I want to see you. It's important you come by the rectory tonight. 10 pm." I texted back an affirmative. Several men dropped by all day to fuck the young slut. His rosebud just grew more and more. Eventually it was time to go see the priest. I gave Blake a dirty jockstrap to wear, nothing else. We pulled up right at 10 to see a handsome young bearded man outside, waiting. He quickly ushered us into the church through a side door. "You his pimp?" He asked. "Yea." "How much?" He asked, not even paying attention to Blake. "Depends. What u want? You can hurt the bitch." "I saw the video. He said I could whip him." "That was me. But he'll do as he's told. He's high as fuck. Gonna give him another slam, then you can have at it." "I want to hurt him. I want to hear him scream, and beg for mercy." "Since you're a man of the cloth, $100, hurt him all you want, I get to watch." "Deal." The priest led us into the sanctuary where he quickly produced some rope and had the slut tied to the alter, legs spread wide, hole exposed. I gave the boy another large slam and stepped back. Father Joe wasted no time procuring a cat o nine tails. With no warning he let out a primal yell and struck Blake as hard as he could, right on the boys exposed and swollen rosebud. The cumdump screamed as he tried to break out of his bonds, but he was trapped. Father Joe just laid into him, leaving big, angry looking welts all over his back, ass, and thighs. Sweat dripped off his brow as he struck the teen, over and over. Blake just cried and shook, his voice hoarse from screaming. The priest untied Blake, and made him lie on the alter, again tying him down. Then he whipped the front of his sacrificial lamb. His chest, his thighs, his stomach, and especially his cock and balls. Blake was so high and in such pain, that he barely could breath as his cock and balls were whipped almost bloody. Father didn't stop until he was exhausted. Then he untied the broken slut, and swung his legs over the side. The priest then opened his robe, revealing a nice, fat cock. He grabbed the bitch around the throat and rammed his cock in as he choked the beaten down whore. He soon shuddered and bellowed as he dumped yet another load of hot cum into my broken boy. After the priest had finished, he found some old clothes for Blake to wear, to cover his fresh welts. As we drove off, I realized it was only midnight, and we weren't to far from a sleazy bathhouse. I decided a gacked out teenager with a busted open pussy and a body covered in welts was too good not to share at the sauna. My bitch needed more abuse tonight, I decided.

Part 8 Blake was placed on his back, wrists still connected to his collar. The men held his legs wide apart, putting his rosebud on full display. His pussy was a bright red colour, and stuck out about 1/2 inch. Cum oozed out and ran down his pure, white ass, leaving a lovely pink trail. I fingered his bud while he moaned. "Push out!" I ordered. He pushed, causing his rosebud to pulse in and out while gobs of goo filled my hand. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" He did without hesitation. I slapped a handful of his ass goo onto his tongue while I told him to keep his mouth open and push. More filled my hand and I slapped it onto his face, rubbing it onto his eyes for even more pain. One more handful was rubbed into his hair. "That's how my bitch should be. Filled with and covered with niggah cum! SWALLOW!" He did so like a good slut while I rubbed the prickly bristles of the brush against his inflamed, raw cunt. I pressed harder into his flesh, pushing deeper before dragging it across his exposed intestine. He groaned in pain as he flung his head back and forth, almost crying as I scraped the brush over his torn lips, unable to move as the men held him tight. Soon the brush was coated in a nice, sticky goo. I sprinkled some T on the coffee table and rolled the brush in the powder, covering it. I put the tip against his rosebud as some placed a popper rag over Blake's nose. Then I started pushing. Slowly. Giving it a little twist with each push. And it wasn't a small brush. 3 inches around probably, and very stiff bristles that didn't give as they twisted deeper into the teen. Blake screamed as tears flowed from his eyes. But I did not stop until i had all six inches in his guts. Blake's screams died down to a continual low moan as the brush scraped him deep inside. I ran my finger over the coffee table, getting the rest of the T and rubbed it all over his flaming rose. Then I grabbed the handle and pulled out the hairbrush in one fast tug. Blake screamed like he was possessed as the men held him tight while the sharp bristles inflicted unimaginable pain. As soon as the brush was out, I placed my five fingers in the opening left behind, and pushed my hand in. Blake's pussy was such a torn mess by now, that my large hand slid right in. At least, if there was resistance, I didn't care. In ten seconds, my wrist was covered with a bright, red rose. I pushed deeper, making a fist and punching Blake's prostate. Blake just moaned incoherently as I pushed my fist back and forth inside him. Soon Blake let out a howl and started pissing. I pounded his prostate as piss flowed from his tiny little shriveled up dick. Soon the piss stopped as clear fluid started leaking out of his pathetic cock. As I continued to work his prostate, Blake started fucking back on my arm. "Ah fuck Sir! I'm cumming!" He screamed. I knew he wasn't actually cumming. His drug filled body and my fisting made him feel like he was. He moaned and tried to take more of my arm into him. I laughed as I looked down on him. When he woke up this morning, he could have never in a million years guessed he'd wind up a white boy puppet on a black mans arm. I smiled as I imagined his life. An 18 y/o high school senior, rich, probably popular, maybe has a girlfriend. Now here he was, high as fuck, gangfucked, abused, a cumdump whore to niggahs, riding his new owners arm. I was so fucking turned on knowing how I was destroying little Blakey, that I had to come again. I shoved my cock into my new teen slut, and jerked myself off inside him as he cried in pain. I pulled out of him and turned him over to the men. I knew most of them would cum again. I turned around as Blake had his nose buried in a dude's pubes as another guy punch fucked his ever increasing rosebud. I just let the men have their fun as I poured a nice cognac and lit one of Daddy's cigars. I grabbed Blake's phone, and the stupid fucking fag didn't even have a lock on it. I perused his contacts. Yup, girlfriend, lol. Lots of friends. Several different group lists, handy. Even a Father someone. So Blake is a Catholic boy? Sweet. I put his phone down, and picked up mine. Guys had sent me the vids they took so far tonight. I had great fun over the next couple of hours as I edited a really filthy video of my whore. My favourite was when I was fucking him and he was looking right into the phone, begging and moaning like a depraved fag. When I was happy, I sent the video to basically EVERYONE in his phone, along with a written confession. It was only a matter of minutes before replys started coming in. I wanted to save them for later. Eventually the sun started coming up, and Blake was still taking cock. He was moaning as he laid, barely moving on a guy as he was getting double fucked again. After they came in the boy, I had to break up the party. I new better than to spend more time at the house. I told the guys to come over to my place later if they still want to fuck my new meth slut. I tied Blake up after the men left, so I could steal some shit. I emptied out Blake's closet. Lots of nice clothes and shoes. I found $5000 in cash, but not much else. I didn't want to steal enough they actually call the cops, just to think their niggah loving faggot son took it. I loaded up Blake's car, a sweet mustang, put the naked boy in the trunk, and took off. I wanted to unload my shit in a hurry, so I sold the clothes in one lump, and took the car to a chop shop, but not before I had locked Blake in the trunk of my car. Back at my place, I snuck a naked Blake up the back stairs. He walked in pain as i had a huge plug up his hole. I lived in a shithole place, but it served its purpose. I could split fast if I needed to. It was a one bedroom, and all I had was a t.v. and a couple of chairs in the living room, and a nasty, stained mattress on the floor of my bedroom, with a desk, chair and light. I took a chain and chained Blake's collar to a radiator. I sat in the chair and shined the light on Blake. He looked like shit, covered in all kinds of filth. Spun as fuck, his eyes darted around the room. I watched as his newely released hands touched the plug, trying to shift it more comfortably. Smack!! I slapped him hard. "Don't touch yourself without permission bitch!" He cowered in fear as he realized the reality of his situation. "Get it through your head now, slut. I said I owned you. I meant it. Your my property now to use as I want." As I said this I reached for his phone. There was at least 20 texts unread. I pulled the plug forcefully out, eliciting a loud cry. I smiled as I pushed my hard cock into the wet, sloppy gash. I opened the videos as I played the one I edited. It was 10 minutes of Blake being treated like a 2 dollar whore, while he begged and moaned for more. I could tell Blake was turned on by the vid, as he watched himself get debased and used. Every nasty event of the night was included in the vid. Then I opened his text. First I showed him the text he sent to his contacts. I made him read it out loud as I fucked him. "Hey all! Just thought I'd finally come clean about shit. Its taken me years to admit this. I'm a faggot. I'm a filthy, depraved, sick and twisted cumdump. My purpose in life is to take cum in my holes. Today, i have taken more than 30 loads of hot man cum. I worship big, black, niggah cock. Im a pathetic whore who is now owned by a beautiful ebony pimp. Tonight he sold my ass for a gangbang. He only charged them $5 each because thats how low i am. Black cock after black cock fucked me. Men i dont know. My ass was filled with cum. Poz cum included. I begged this one huge, black buck with a 12 inch cock to poz my little, white ass. I drink piss because im a niggah's toilet. I am proud to be my Masters drugged up fuckhole." Blake could barely get through reading this, as he was crying. His humiliation only made my cock harder. Destroying white boys is the ultimate rush! Then I made him read the responses, telling me who each of the people were to him.

Part 7 Blake rolled off the ottoman and onto the floor and laid there in a quivering heap. Red cum oozed out of his gaping hole, while spit and vomit ran out of his gasping mouth. He coughed and cum shot out of his nose, coating his lips. My new whore was certainly starting to truly look his part as a pathetic, niggah cumdump. But there was no time to rest. I grabbed the bitch and threw him on his stomach over the ottoman. Watching my boy's brutal rape for the last hour or so, had my fat, ebony snake wanting to spew more venom. I grabbed another nice chunk of T, and shoved it into the bloody cunt in front of me. Blake moaned as his hole burned again. "Damn Jesse." Said a voice. "More of that shit?" "Fuck yea." I replied. "Told y'all I wanted this slut fucked up. I ain't gonna let this whore sleep for a week." I threaded a spiked ring through my plum coloured cockhead. "I'm gonna keep his hole plugged the entire time. A week of no sleep, constantly high, with never an empty pussy is gonna fuck up this rich little bitch royally. He'll be LUCKY to not end up in the hospital! All he'll crave is drugs and cocks, and he'll do ANYTHING for them!" With that I shoved my pierced cock deep and hard into Blake's bloody cumhole. He let out a guttural moan as the spikes rammed into his battered prostate. I motioned a guy to film Blake's face as I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, giving the camera a good shot of his cum covered face. Cum hung out of his nose and spit clung to his peach fuzz as his baby blue eyes rolled back into his head. "Talk to me cunt!" I ordered him. "Tell me what a whore you are. Tell me you love being a niggah cumdump." Blake's drug addled brain let loose. "Yes Sir!" He croaked from his cock shredded throat. "I'm your fucking whore! Give me you big, black cock Sir! Fuck me! I'm your filthy little pig! Please cum in my worthless holes!" "They are worthless, bitch. Only good for one thing after tonight. Taking cum. How many loads have you taken today boy?" He didn't answer. "Over 20 so far. 20 cocks have cum in your faggot, white ass! 20 anonymous cumloads have been dumped in you. You fucking pig!" Blake groaned hearing this. "There are still 4 men here who haven't cum yet, slut. You want their loads?" "Yes Sir! Give me more!" "Why boy? Tell me why. Beg!" "I'm a whore Sir! I need cum! Please let them fuck me! Please let them dump in me! It's what I'm for! Please! I'm a faggot slut! I NEED THEIR COCKS SIR! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I laughed as I pulled his head back farther, opening his mouth wide. A cock started pissing into his mouth. "DRINK IT BITCH!" I commanded. "You're not only a cumdump, your a urinal too! A niggah's piss bucket!" Blake did his best as more men pissed into his mouth, but it spilled as he gagged. One guy put his cockhead against Blake's nostril, and let loose a strong stream right into his sinuses. The men laughed as Blake struggled for breath. I buried my cock all the way and shot another load into the gagging white boy. After I pulled out, two men grabbed Blake and pulled him away. One laid down and pushed the whore onto his fat, black monster while another guy lined his cock up next to it. Placing his cockhead at the oozing opening, he grabbed Blake's shoulders and rammed his cock into the teenage boy as hard as he could. Blake howled like a wolf as his ass was ripped open wider by the two, dark poles. Both men held the boy still while their huge cocks plundered his hole, that had until today been virgin. They fucked the boy with rage, pounding his fuckhole as hard as they could while Blake wailed in pain. To make it worse for my new property, I clamped the alligator clamps onto his nipples, right on the very tips of his little, pink buds, where it was the most sensitive. He screamed as much as his ragged throat would allow, as the clamps pierced the skin, drawing blood. The two men deep in his cunt both shot their loads as the teen jerked and spasmed in pain. Two more big, black cocks found their way into Blake's ruined hole, brutally fucking it. Blake moaned and babbled nasty shit while the last two guys at the party to cum, added more to the ripped, bloody mess that was formerly an asshole. As Blake lay on the floor, a fucked up mess, one of the guests entered carrying a round hair brush. I smiled cruelly as I took it from him. Poor Blake may have thought he'd get a rest, but he was wrong. "Pick him up!" I told a couple guys. "Throw him on the ottoman and spread his legs..."

Part 6 I grabbed Blakes collar and dragged him across the floor on his stomach depositing him next to a large ottoman before pulling the next toy out of the bag. Placing my fingers in his mouth, I pried his jaw apart and shoved a mouth spreader in it, quickly buckling it behind his head. I turned the screw on the side, stretching his jaw painfully apart. Blake moaned in pain. I picked him up and placed him on his back on the ottoman and attached his wrists to the rings on the side of the leather collar to keep them out of the way. Then I took a couple of chains and attached them to the ankle cuffs, raising his legs up and also attaching them to the collar leaving his already sloppy cunt open and vulnerable, then pulled his shoulders so his head hung off the ottoman. "There you go men! Two available cumholes. Unable to resist what you've got for him! Just a couple more things." I tied a bandana over his nose and grabbed a little baggie, taking out a nice sized rock, pushing it deep into the wet, open cunt, causing Blake to moan from the burning. "Damn Jeese!" exclaimed Buck. "Giving him more?" "Fuck yea man! I told you I want this little bitch royally fucked up and wrecked. When I'm through with him he won't be nothing but a worthless piece of used up gutter trash. Now whose up? Line your cocks up to the holes but wait till I say go, then show this slut no mercy!" Roy and Brad stepped up next. Brad had a respectable 8 inches and moved to Blake's head while Roy chose his pussy to receive the wrath of his very thick 10 inches. "Hold on Jesse." said Roy. If you really wanna ruin this crackers hole, I got just the thing. With that he pulled a fat ring out of his pocket and put it through his pierced cock head. It was covered with short, sharp spikes. "I never get to use this thing. This little bitch is about to be ripped to shreds!" "Fuck yea brother!" I exclaimed. "This cunt is about to be brutalized!" With that I took the poppers and poured some on the bandana over the bitches nose and grabbed a pair of alligator tit clamps that had sharp, needle like teeth. "Get ready to suffer, bitch!" I hissed in Blakes ear as he whimpered in fear, unable to stop the brutal attack he was about to recieve. "Ready.......Set........Go!" I shouted as I released the clamps on the sluts tender nips as two cocks plunged in his two fuck holes deep and hard. Blake screamed and convulsed as pain tore through his entire body. He choked and gagged on the cock buried in his throat as spit and puke poured out of his mouth. The men cheered as the teenager helplessly had his body pulverized by the two pounding cocks. You could see the cock in his throat stretch it wide as it slid in balls deep. Fresh red oozed from his ripped cunt as the spiked cock shredded his insides. Brad would occasionally pull all the way out so Blake could quickly gasp for air before burying himself down the boys throat again, grabbing the chain on the clamps and pulling on Blakes tender titties, causing the clamps to dig in harder. Tears flowed from Blakes eyes as the men reduced him to nothing more than two wet holes. Roy would pull his cock out and rub the spikes around the boys tender inflamed ass ring before plunging it back it, mercilessly scraping his insides. Before long, Blakes screams subsided as the pain and drugs transported him into another realm. Soon both men buried their throbbing cocks as deep as they could while cum was pumped into both ends of the cumdump. No time was wasted before two more men stepped up for their turns. Roy generously loaned his pierced ring to another man with a piered cock to continue further wrecking the already bleeding cunt. The new man had a very visible bio hazard tattoed on his chest. I raised up Blakes head so he could see the tattoo as the man roughly shoved his spiked cock into the already damaged fuckhole. "See that bitch?" I whispered into Blake's ear. "After tonight you wont be anything more than my whore. I'll sell you to anyone I want, any time I want, any where I want. And there wont be a thing you can do about it. Your diseased cunt will barely be worth the money you'll make for me. Nobody else will want you. Your parents wont want an infected, drugged pussy fag for a son. You are mine now. And I'll keep you as long as your usefull, then sell you for what I can get. Say good bye to the life you knew! Watch as he fills you with his poison! Feel his dirty cum seep into your ripped up insides. Tonight you fufill your destiny!" As I said those words, the man fucking him bellowed as he filled Blake's ass with more cum. I just dropped Blakes head back down as a cock slammed down his open throat. Blake was used like this for over an hour before I released him and removed the mouth spreader. But his night was far from over.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Daddy Bill stepped back to admire his hard work. Sweat poured off his wide back from the effort, the big muscles in his arms bulging like they did after a good day’s work. This really is a masterpiece, he thought, admiring the network of deep red stripes glowing on the two firm melons of Matty’s beautiful ass. And God, the kid looked delicious, his arms cuffed overhead showing off the perfect smoothness of his dancer’s muscles. Bill had pulled him up tight, making him stand on his tiptoes, the effect showcasing his ass better than any pair of high heels. He had been at the Eagle a few hours earlier with his good buddy Mark and their co-owned boy Ted. The relationship was a little complicated, but the sex with Ted as the bottom was incredible, and it meant he always had someone to do something with. He and Mark were wearing dark jeans and leather vests. Mark’s 60-year old body, more defined now than it was 5 years ago when they had all met: Teddy had gotten Mark into yoga and so Mark was now all hard wiry strength, hardness matched by his demanding personality and his need for deep fisting, a kink he advertised with the red trimmed leather band he wore on his left bicep. Teddy belonged to Mark. Like really belonged: he had MSB (for Mark Stern’s Boy) tattooed right at the cleft above his little, still flat, although now rock hard, ass. Teddy was the definition of nerdy hot, his slender body shaped by intense aerobic workouts, his muscles defined perfectly by repetitive training at low weights, his bright blue eyes shining behind the round-rimmed little-boy glasses Mark insisted he wear. Bill always laughed when Mark teased him about how Bill’s lust was fueled by age play: Mark loved how young Teddy looked. When they first met, when Teddy was 25, Teddy had been a skinny sweet teink who looked barely 20, literally an Anglican choirboy, a shining tenor in fact. But this choirboy was one who already had begun to crave the magical dark arts of gay BDSM and fisting and whose voice never sounded sweeter than when he was crying out in pain from some new sexual violation. Mark had taken him past his fears and taught him what it felt like when a man touched you, literally, at the core. Teddy became Mark’s boy almost instantly, ending his relationship with a guy his own age, bonded and marked forever by the intimacy he felt with a man who could make him scream in pleasure with barely an effort. In truth Mark’s coldness and manipulative lawyerly personality fit perfectly with Teddy’s sunny disposition and easy friendliness. They were a perfect pair. But Teddy was also Bill’s boy and wore a sterling dog tag around his neck saying so. Bill had bought it for him, after checking in with Mark, as a tribute to his own service in the Marines. At the bar it had rested perfectly in the little cleft of Ted’s small perfectly honed chest, right beneath the thin leather red-trimmed collar he wore. Teddy was shirtless—he was almost never allowed to wear a shirt in a gay bar—and the little silver bars Mark had put in his nipples the first time he and Bill used him together sparkled in the light. Bill and Mark told people they co-owned him, but Teddy was owned by Mark 1000% while Bill owned him 100%. They weren’t a throuple—Bill and Mark were friends, and really, really, enjoyed watching each other use and abuse a hot guy—but Teddy was completely in love with both of them. Bill’s relationship with Ted was more on the big brother spectrum—albeit a big dominant older brother who loved to hear Teddy scream from his strap and hear him beg Bill to punch fist him deep. Teddy called them Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark, but Mark was really Ted’s master and demanded absolute obedience. Teddy lived with Mark and it was Mark’s piss Teddy drank to start his day and Mark’s fist lodged in his ass as he drifted asleep most nights. In fact, after he met Ted, Mark moved out of his DuPont Circle apartment into a big house in Cleveland Park with a yard and a basement—the condo neighbors had complained multiple times about all the noise Teddy made when he was being used. Outsiders could easily see why Teddy loved both men. Mark was older-daddy handsome, salt-and-pepper hair, and made a lot of money as a partner at a big downtown law firm. Bill was simply—as he had been told countless times—a smoking hot daddy. Standing 6’3”, dark reddish hair in a slight mullet, a working-class former Marine, body honed to hardness by years spent lifting liquor boxes and kegs of beer for a big local liquor distributor. Bill was a manager there now, and kept his body in shape lifting weights in the gym he had built in an outbuilding of his small farm in rural Maryland. But his body was no ordinary gym body—those arm muscles were big from chopping wood and lifting bails of hay, and also from steady use in whipping boy asses. “Matty, sir,” the little twunk had said, his dance-honed arms reaching out to shake Bill’s much larger paw. The guy was small—5’4”, silky, shoulder length, jet black hair peeking out beneath his black leather cowboy hat. He wore no shirt, that hat, and tight black jeans ending in black leather boots. On his right wrist he wore a plain leather band. Everything about the way he was dressed drew attention to that gorgeous body, the narrow, almost feminine waist, the very visible line of the muscles separating his legs from his upper body marking him as a hot little man, lithe torso with a defined eight pack and oversized nipples crowning his perfectly-defined pecs. As he turned Bill caught sight of the hard little ass, the top peeking out of the jeans he obviously wore low to show it off. Bill was enchanted, his mind already imagining piercing the boy’s big nipples and giving him silver bars like Teddy’s while Mark’s fist was buried deep in that hot ass. “Good to meet you, Matty,” Bill had said smoothly, “My name’s Bill and this is my good buddy Mark and this is our boy Teddy.” As Matty turned to shake hands with the others, Mark caught Bill’s eye and raised his eyebrows. “He’s mine,” he mouthed, and Mark smiled a dark smile. “Twenty, sir,” Matty breathed, panting from the pain. “Good job, baby boy,” Bill said, standing behind the boy and pulling him close to his big chest, his cock rock hard resting between Matt’s sore red asschecks. “I told you I needed to hurt you to make me hard,” Bill breathed, nipping at the boy’s ears. Matty just bucked his hard perfect ass up against the hard cock, giving a little whine, “As much as I am looking forward to fucking your sensational butt, baby boy. You don’t get my cock yet, “ Bill said, stepping back to lay some more stripes, “I’m not finished beating you yet.” It was obvious to Bill that Matty was into him from the start. He couldn’t seem to stop staring. He was a polite kid, from Texas he said, and Bill wondered if the sir when they were introduced was Southern politeness or something more. The fact that Matty was at the Eagle on a Friday, dressed to garner attention, and had chosen to talk to two hot daddies and a younger collared man, all of them openly advertising their kinks, lead Bill to think the sir was a good sign of things to come. So Bill asked Teddy to suss the kid out. A lot of hot vanilla boys came to the DC Eagle looking for sex; not all of them were prepared for or interested in the kind of sex he and his little leather triangle demanded. So Teddy led Matty onto the little dance floor, ready to go through his standard vetting routine on behalf of his daddies. To onlookers, the boys looked sensational together. Ted stood just a few inches taller, his dark blonde hair and pink skin a perfect contrast to Matty’s very blue-white skin and blue-black hair, their bodies moving to the music, their distinct musculatures a near-reference model of two of the ways to be a hot Twink forever. “Damn I hope that boy checks out,” Bill said to Mark, taking a swig from his beer, “seeing the two of them together is driving me wild.” Mark smiled and nodded, “Me too, buddy, me too.” On the dance floor, Teddy made small talk, trying to warm the boy up before asking the important questions. But Matty was clearly no stranger to the gay sex game. “Are both those hot men your daddies?” he asked, leaning in close and putting his hands lightly on Teddy’s shoulders. Ted looked down at the guy’s flawless body, then into his gorgeous light-grey eyes and smiled. “Yes. I met Daddy Mark a few years after I moved here. We hooked up a few times and we fit together perfectly. I live with him and serve him as his boy.” “And Bill too?,” Matty asked, his grey eyes questing for deeper answers. “Yes, early on Mark and I were playing and after a while he called Bill and invited him to join us. We played for a loooong time and by the end of it all, I belonged to both of them.” “Wow, you are so lucky,” Matty said, bouncing lightly to the beat, “DC is so conservative, it’s hard to find guys into more than just vanilla sex.” Hearing of this interest in hard sex, Teddy knew he could start pushing. He touched the silver bar on his right nipple and said, “In fact, the first time I played with them together, Daddy Mark pierced my tits and put these in while Daddy Bill had his fist buried in my ass.” Matty’s eye grew wide in surprise as his face lit up with a big smile. Leaning in to Teddy’s chest he kissed the nipple, his tongue lapping around the silver bar, “Fuck that’s hot” he said, drawing close and resting his face on Teddy’s chest. Putting his arms around the boys impossibly narrow waist, hands resting lightly on that fuck-me ass, Teddy looked over Matty’s head at Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill. When he confirmed that both men were watching intently, he lifted his left hand off Matty’s waist and gave the men an obvious thumbs up while with his other hand he moved the boys rock-hard body tighter against his own. Daddy Bill looked down at the boy, enjoying the feel of Matty’s slick throat and questing tongue, rolling and fluttering around his big cockhead. He looked gorgeous, on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, his full lips wrapped around Bill’s huge cock and his back and butt marked red with the evidence of Daddy Bill’s beating. Teddy had been 100% correct, as always, in his assessment of little Matty. The kid was clearly a hard-core masochist and had taken Daddy Bill’s punishment like a champ. He was a tough little motherfucker, much tougher than Teddy had ever been. He was also a top-knotch cocksucker. A lot of guys were turned on immediately by their first look at Daddy Bill’s perfectly-shaped, thick, dark-pink, muscle cock. But not many of them could swallow it deep in their throat on the first go. The kid acted like the big cock was his only source of nutrition—he was such a good cocksucker, Bill had stopped telling him what to do and just let him go. Bill’s boy Teddy gave excellent head—Ted was excellent at just about everything he did in his life, but Bill was sure he went out of his way to be beyond amazing at every aspect of sex—but he was such a needy bottom slut and got so turned on by Bill’s total control of him in bed that Bill directed nearly every pleasure Teddy’s considerable talents gave his tool. It’s why Teddy needed a hard, controlling man like Mark for a master—Mark gave Teddy the space to be free from all the responsibilities of leadership he’d always had to show in every other area of his over-achieving life. But Matty boy, on the other hand, was giving his Daddy Bill so much pleasure with his own cock-pig inventiveness that Bill was having to pull his cock away from the boy from time to time to stop from coming before he was ready As Bill pulled his cock out of Matty’s mouth, Matty let out a little whine and nearly lost balance because his arms were behind his back. Bill reached down with one hand to steady the kids shoulder, while with the other hand he grabbed the boys dark-purple balls tied tight with a raw leather cord. He roughly kissed the boy while giving the balls a tight squeeze. Matty moaned, his grey eyes already nearly black, his pupils dilated from the booty bump Bill had given him earlier, “Thank you, Daddy.” Bill bent the boy to rest his head on Bill’s chest, wrapping his bicep around the gorgeous black hair, wet now from sweat and suffering. God, everything about the boy was hot. Even his little cock was perfectly shaped, a much smaller version of Bill’s huge beautiful meat. Whereas Bill’s cock was dark pink, Matty’s cock and balls were much darker than the rest of his skin, a dark blue-black. Bill began on a fresh squeeze of the boy’s small, perfect balls, harder this time, “I am glad you like it, baby boy,” Bill said, kissing the top of the boys head, “I really am.” In the bar Matty had told Ted he was a lifelong dancer, and had even started out majoring in dance in college. But instead he had ended up majoring in biology, despite having to stay an extra year, and wanted to work in AIDS research. Ted told him that Daddy Bill was super attracted to him, but that he needed to understand what going home with him would mean. “Have you ever done drugs?” Teddy asked him. “Mostly coke and X at clubs. I knew some leather daddies in Austin, and I sometimes smoked meth with them,” Marry said, blushing slightly. Teddy pulled him close, “No need to be embarrassed, adorable boy, lots of the men in this bar do drugs at least sometimes when they have sex.” Pulling his face back and looking up at Ted, Matty said with a knowing grin, “And what about you and your daddies?” “I sometimes do X when I go out dancing with my friends or Daddy Bill, but Daddy Mark doesn’t really go to dance parties,” Teddy said, “And we definitely do drugs when we have sex.” Teddy looked serious then, “We don’t do crystal every weekend because we all have good jobs. But I can guarantee if you go home with Daddy Bill on this three-day weekend you will probably not be leaving his basement playroom until sometime Monday evening.” Matty responded by leaning in closer to Ted on the dance floor and said, “I wanna hear more.” Matty was now living out the fantastic stories Ted had told him—in fact, he was currently acting out some of his most secret fantasies. After he answered all of Teddy’s questions and heard Teddy’s stories—Ted was a psychologist and it showed—he had been barely able to control himself around Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark after Teddy led him back from the dance floor. He stood between them, feeling their arm muscles and stroking their backs. He knew his behavior was influenced by the Tina he had consumed, but fuck these men were hot. He and Ted had stopped in the bathroom before returning to the older men. Matty had heard stories of doing drugs in a bathroom stall at a gay bar, and the experience did not disappoint. He did a small line of Tina off of Teddy’s hand, giggling at the naughtiness of it all. Matty found it super erotic when Teddy’s beautiful face, bright blue eyes shining, looked up at him as he did a line off of Matty’s small hand. When Ted licked the path of the line, Matt grabbed him and they made out. After a minute, Matt felt Ted’s finger moving between his ass. Then Ted’s fingers were at his hole and he felt a sharp burn. He hissed, Ted spoke softly in his ear, mindful they were in a public restroom, “Booty bump to get you started, hot little man. In a second, your ass will feel so good. You are going to need a lot more of that if you are going to take what my men dish out.” Mat was starting to see what Teddy had meant. He was hog tied in a spreader bar, his hard ass muscles pulled apart, his wrist securely fashioned to the bar, his elbows inside his open legs. The taste of Daddy Bill’s come was still on his tongue—fuck that big cock produced a lot of seed—and his face was red, visible handprints from the slaps Daddy Bill had given him as he rode him all over the room. Now, Daddy Bill was giving him his second booty bump, feeding his increasingly hungry hole, the burning turning his mind to nothing but the feeling in his ass. During the ride to Daddy’s Bill’s farm Matt has been so horny. He knew the feeling, having felt it with his leather couple friends in Austin, but he had never felt how it built his hunger for sex so acutely—he’d never done it and then had to wait to get fucked. He’d also never done it and then gone home—to a farm in Maryland no less—with a stranger who he knew on the best authority was into hurting twinks and getting his giant paws up their asses. And so while he was beyond excited to be living out his fantasies, he felt pretty small, sitting here next to this mountain of a man. Bill sensed his nervousness, “Don’t worry, baby boy,” he said kindly. “I mean it—you know what I like and I know you like it too. But we are going to get there together. We won’t start at 100%, okay,” Bill said, reaching his big paw across and squeezing Matty’s knee. He then grinned, “But trust me, baby boy, we will get to 200% together at some point.” Matty was now on his back, his hands handcuffed in front of him, a bottle of poppers with some sort of special breathing thingy on top clasped in his hands. Daddy Bill’s muscular arm held the spreader bar—and therefore Matty’s legs—back and over head. Daddy Bill’s huge paw was buried four fingers deep in his hole. It felt huge, it felt fantastic. Matty had never been fisted but he had taken some pretty big toys before tonight. After he and Daddy Bill fucked—it went on for at least an hour and it was the hottest fuck Matty could remember—Bill had started to finger his hole, pushing the come around inside him. “You know I get off on hurting twinks, baby boy,” Bill had said, “And your gorgeous little ass is gonna look so good wrapped around my paw.” “But,” Bill said warningly, “Liking to hurt a boy is different than damaging him, baby boy. So I am going to go slower than I normally would because you’re not super experienced.” Then he smiled wickedly, and said “Not super experienced. Yet.” Matty grunted, his assring starting to realize the size of Daddy Bill’s massive hands. Bill’s thumb was tucked in and his hand was well on its way into Matty’s hole. They were at the knuckles now, and his asshole was stretched tight and wide. Matty was grateful, now, that Daddy Bill had insisted on an extended period of toy play before attempting this. He was also glad Daddy Bill had freed his hands—it was so much easier to use the poppers and play with his own nipples this way. Matty whined and tried to push himself onto Daddy Bill’s hand. “Want it bad, daddy,” he grunted, “slap me daddy, hit my face and take my ass.” Daddy Bill smiled, and holding the bar with Matty’s legs attached back with one massive shoulder, he freed his hand and slapped Matty hard. “Glad to, baby boy,” Bill smiled, “Take a big hit of those poppers, and let me have you. Let me make you my boy.” Taking four big draws from the popper’s nozzle, Matty felt the world go fuzzy and his assing stretched as Daddy Bill increased the pressure. Daddy Bill slapped his face hard, back-forth, his big meaty hand cracking one side of his perfect face and then the other. The abuse turned little Matty’s twisted desires on like a flashlight Suddenly, his assring gave way and Daddy Bills knuckles entered him for the first time. Matt screamed a sharp little cry, shocked at how big the paw was, and then started moaning. “Fuuuck,” he panted, “Fuck that’s big.” “Not in all the way yet,” Daddy Bill said, “But you are doing such a good job, making your daddy proud, baby boy.” He then leaned in and started bitting on Matty’s big nipples. The minute the sharp pain of of the bite traveled down the hot wire that connected Matty’s tits to Matty’s ass, he opened up and Daddy Bill’s big hand traveled for the first time into the clutching heat of that flawless ass.

Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3 One Year Later January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes. The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular, white bubble butt jock ass looking for hung top. Anon can host." Same pic he sent a year before, and a KiK username. I message with a cock pic and hear back quick. Says he just just checked into his hotel. I shower and drive across town to the Best Western. Fucker makes me wait five minutes, and I wonder if he’s scheduled tops like the cumdump I fucked a week before. Finally, “Room 226, door will be open and ass up on edge of bed.” Walking in I’m hit with the smell of shower, sweat, and poppers. The room is dark, I close the door behind me, the inside handle feels lube-smooth. Sure enough he’s ass up on the edge of the bed, a shred of light coming from the curtains. He’s a fucking statue. I once stood behind The David looking up, unforgettable; now I gaze down at what The David looks like groveling. I drop to a knee and admire. This dude from a year ago, this sculpture of everything I’ve ever liked in a man’s body—he is mine once again. I rub my hands around his cheeks, lightly furry just like I remember. I wait to touch the hole, mainly to get him going but also because I’m not ready to verify if I’m the first top. A year ago at first touch I felt sweat, but maybe it was lube. Maybe a year ago I wasn’t the first top. Maybe a year ago I hadn’t fucked enough loaded holes to know the difference. I’m reminded of the cumdump a week before who warned me not to believe anything a cumdump tells you. He hits his poppers hard and I sniff around the edge of the hole. Smells of water and man musk, light soap. I rub my nose. It’s soft. I kiss, it’s softer than a rose petal. Finally my index finger: the hairs around the hole are a little too smooth and silky, like the door handle a minute ago. Should I ask if he’s been fucked already? I probe just the tip of my finger, he’s so tight! In a low voice I tell him, “Nice.” He responds a faint, “You like that?” “Best ass all year,” I say without thinking, and he chuckles. He even laughs at my dumb jokes, so I decide to verify nonverbally if he’s loaded. Hole is supple, taught, responds to my every lick and kiss the same it did a year ago. Spreading apart the hole, nibbling the cheeks beyond that. Slap and start to push the tongue in deep, tastes like umami and….but he’s keeping tight. He’s shutting me out. Does he not want me to tongue fuck? I take my cue and stand. There’s a small bottle of lube next to him, it’s also silky smooth, almost slimy like it was recently used mid-sex. I put a few drops on my rock hard head and rest it on the hole. I thump blood through my cock with force, his hole begins to wrap around the way I remember condoms doing. He’s pushing back and asks, “You want this?” A few more drops of lube and I go in slow. He hits poppers hard and holding his breath let’s out a deep, guttural, “Yeah. That’s it.” I take hold of his hips and he follows my pace right away, just like a year ago. In the past year I wished so damn much I’d taken a pic of his ass wrapped around my cock. “Will you take a pic with my phone?” he asks. I’m almost shocked. Did he just read my mind with his hole? Lights up, and Goddam! my cock is soaked. It’s as wet as the cumdump a week before, when I was the first and sixth load of the night. I start recording video instead. First some long strokes, balls deep, then full pull-outs to catch the shimmer down my shaft. He’s angling himself now to make the strokes rub his prostate, just like a year ago. Such skill on his knees, I’m enjoying this loaded hole better than the cumdump a week ago. He’s tightening in ways I’d only felt with a couple holes before. He’s got that deeper hole within, and none of the others could control it this way. It somehow squeezes and relaxes in unison with my strokes, not a beat lost. I can feel my balls tightening. He slides back more and the camera light catches the mirror next to the bed. This is what he meant by, “take my pic.” I bet he’s booked rooms in this hotel just for the mirror, and it’s not the first time he asks to get photographed. He’s a force of sex and semen, and he must have it documented well. I move the camera toward the mirror to record us both, it’s just close enough to display my cock disappearing through his cheeks. “Fuck that’s hot,” he half whispers, and he pushes back even more, his cheeks bouncing in the light. One leg is now standing, he did that so smoothly and didn’t lose the angle of the fuck. The other leg he pulls toward the mirror, an even better angle to view my cock sliding in and out of the hole. He’s such a fucking pro at this. Such a superior slut to the cumdump a week ago, and so much tighter. So much more control, the hole within a hole, deeper, tighter, rarer than a comet. He deserves a spank for being a such a star, beckoning to be touched. Spank. And another spank for not telling me he was already loaded. And another for giving me the runaround the past year when I’d see him on Grindr. And a last spank, this one so he knows that it’s mine. Camera off. I want him on his back now, and here I throw him off his rhythm. A second later he does as he’s told, knees immediately to chest. From behind another hit of poppers he watches me enter him. I wonder if he prefers not to see my face; the cumdump from a week before refused to get fucked on his back, said it needed to stay anon. I get to pounding. He still kisses as passionately and as intensely as I remember. He still gets even tighter on his back, and knows how to angle his hips to open up deeper. My cock head is now beyond that second hole, does it feel what I feel? I’m enveloped in it and in him. What little light we have helps make out the brown of his eyes, locked with mine as we cum seconds apart. He grins satisfied, almost proudly, and here his kisses turn curt and peckish. Time to go. He watches me get dressed from the dark of the bed, his silly baseball cap now by his side. Does he remember me, is that why he hesitated to get on his back? If he does, is he wondering if I came? He seemed bothered a year ago that I hadn’t. “Send me that vid on kik soon.” He says he will and thanks me. “You’re welcome. Message me if you visit town again.” Back in the bright hallway, satisfied that I came, I remember that a year ago he said that he worked and lived in town. Was he lying back then or was he lying now about visiting? How many loads did I just churn? Is there a guy about to walk in after me, and was he made to wait outside five minutes, too? Should I wait in my truck and watch the tops go in and out like I did with the cumdump a week ago? No, that’s stupid, and I’m better than that. I turn the ignition, drive off, and turn on the radio. I hear a foreign economist explaining new interest rates, “People must now ask themselves how deep do they want to dig into a hole?’” I chuckle, appreciate the unintended innuendo, and realize that I started digging in a year ago. No going back.

There are far fewer married black men nowadays than there were in the past. Most married cheating black men I run across are older...late 50s - 60s. The younger generation of black men are not interested in getting married (to a black woman). Add to that many black women are very aware of 'the DL' scene.

So hot, vivid, and intense. Nothing opens my hole like a skilled, dominant top who knows how to use tina and toys to fuck with my head.

I can do that but idk if 18 is too old for a son :)