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I'm a free-use cum dump who loves to get a sleazy motel room and host anonymous tops ass-up and blindfolded. Whenever I'm not doing that, I'm looking for a one-on-one hookup through one of the several apps I use - BBRT, Grindr, Sniffies, A4A, the list goes on. I have never been picked up in a random location before - but that changed recently. I was at a housewarming party last weekend in one of those big suburban McMansions where the mortgage payment is so high the owners can't afford furniture to fill all the rooms. As usual most people gathered in the open-concept 'great room', where the kitchen island was buried under a massive assortment of wine and liquor bottles. A couple that I'm friends with knew the owners and invited me to tag along, but besides them I could count only two or three of the twenty-some guests as acquaintances. Some of my friends know that I'm into both men and women - I like to say that I bottom for penises and top for vaginas - but none of them know just how much of a cum- and bug-chasing slut I am. The friends I was with that night had no idea about any of it, and in fact my friend's wife had tried to set me up with her ne'er-do-well sister just the week before. I graciously declined. I don't need any kind of significant other getting in the way of the depraved, uninhibited, raw-is-law life that I love so much. But I digress. It was still early in the evening, and my friends had migrated to the far side of the great room where the homeowners were showing off the screen they had installed instead of a fireplace. Apparently no one told them that Netflix has a selection of fireplace videos, none of which require $5,000 to view. I was hovering near the kitchen island, waiting for a chatty couple to move so I could freshen my drink. I absently scanned the crowd looking for other familiar faces when I locked eyes with a guy standing near my friends and the fake fireplace. He was younger than me, about mid-thirties, with a slender build. He nodded and smiled and I nodded in acknowledgement before my attention was drawn away as the couple finally got out of the way. The homeowners couldn't afford a dining table but there was a pricey premium bourbon on the kitchen island, and it was calling my name. I poured three fingers into my glass - hey, it wasn't my money, and besides, I didn't want to have to wade back through a mass of humanity for a while - and stepped away. I milled around for a bit, slowly gravitating toward my friends, who had finished being awed by the homeowner's lack of financial restraint and were mingling with the few other people I knew. Before I could reach them, however, the stranger from across the room stepped into my path. "Hi," he said, extending his hand. I shook it, noting his firm grip. "Hi," I replied. The introvert in me was in full guise and I was at a loss for what to say next. He hadn't shared his name, and I got the sense that he didn't really want to know mine. He leaned in. "This may sound odd, but we've chatted before." I was surprised. I seldom attended house parties, so I had my doubts as to whether that was in fact the case. Perhaps he had mistaken me for someone else. "We have? Where?" He nodded, still leaning close. "On BBRT." I was momentarily taken aback. I protect my identity on all of the sites and apps because, let's face it, there are some weirdos out there. How, then, could he have recognized me? I was intrigued, but had to be careful since my friends had no idea. "Are you sure it was me?" I asked, neither confirming nor denying that I used the site. He smiled in response. "You shared your face pic once," he said. "You didn't have it on the site, so you sent it to me from your email account." In all the years I've been on that site, I only shared my face pic with a handful of guys. Alas for me, something had always gotten in the way that prevented me from meeting with them, no matter how much I wanted to. Each time that I missed out was a bitter disappointment. Why? Because the one thing that made me throw caution to the wind, the one thing that prompted me to eagerly send a guy my face pic, was a BBRT status of 'Positive' rather than 'Undetectable'. A shiver of excitement coursed down my spine at the realization. "So you're -" I stammered, unable to finish articulating the thought. But he knew what I meant. "Yup," he said with a grin. I stood there awkwardly for a moment. My cock was getting hard in my pants but I was unsure how to proceed. I was used to not seeing the guys who were using me, or showing up at someone's house or hotel room ready to get right down to it. Talking to a real live person felt very different, and to my chagrin it apparently made me bashful. Fortunately, he filled the silence. "Let's get out of here." It was all I could do to keep my feet from walking straight out the front door. But I was there with my friends, and they were my ride. How could I ever explain to them that I was going to leave with a random stranger, and so early in the evening? Embarrassed yet suddenly very horny, I explained my situation. "Okay then," he responded with a sly grin, "let's sneak upstairs. This house does have five bedrooms, after all." Five bedrooms for a childless couple seemed like overkill, but in the moment I was grateful for their avarice. The house had a home office on the main level, so how often would they ever go into any of the other bedrooms? My nerves were on edge with excitement. I finished my drink in one big swig, then nodded. He led the way to the back stairs, out of view of the party hosts and their guests, We tiptoed up the stairs, my pulse pounding in my ears the entire time. At the top of the stairs we passed an open door to what was obviously the couple's bedroom. It seemed to be the only room besides the home office that was fully furnished! The hallway ran the length of the house, terminating at a door to the attic space above the three-car garage that served as the fifth bedroom. A quick check revealed that the couple had installed a billiards table and several old-school arcade games in the massive room, so we backtracked to the smallest of the other rooms. Stepping inside, we discovered to our surprise that it contained a walk-in closet. He closed and locked the bedroom door, then led me inside the closet, which he also closed and locked. The sound of music from the party reverberated reassuringly through the floor. As long as no one walked in, no one would know we were there - or what we were doing. It was at that point that I realized with horror that not only was I not cleaned out, but I had no lube. "I don't care," he declared. "We'll make it work." We shed our clothes quickly, tossing them in two separate piles on the carpeted closet floor. He lowered his boxers slowly, revealing a small biohazard tattoo on his abdomen just above and to the left of his cock. And what a cock! It was cut and smooth, about seven and a half inches long and very girthy. I found myself hoping that my years of being a cum dumpster had stretched my hole enough to take this massive shaft with just spit! I suddenly found myself on my hands and knees as he knelt behind me. His tongue found my hole and began exploring, darting in and out while he sucked and slurped and made me as slick as he could. Once he was satisfied that I was ready he stepped in front of me, grasping my head with both hands and fucking my mouth roughly, forcing that huge sausage down my throat as deep as it would go. I gagged and coughed and covered his shaft with thick, slippery saliva, vaguely aware that some was also dripping from my chin onto the carpet. I didn't care. As his hips thrust back and forth my gaze scarcely strayed from his tattoo. At last he was ready. He pushed me back onto my hands and knees as he got behind me. He paid a little more lingual attention to my back door before I felt the tip of his cock pressing against it. "Uhn," I involuntarily reacted as the tip popped inside me. He didn't stop, instead sliding the entire length of his cock into my guts. My hole spasmed in protest, but the saliva had done the trick; it felt as though we were using lube. Soon he was sliding in and out of me with relative ease, though with each thrust inward it felt as though I was being impaled by an elephant. I forced myself to relax, and soon got into the rhythm. I relished having that big cock in my ass, and I was especially euphoric at the thought that I would finally get the poz load I had been craving. Any nervousness we may have felt at the idea of being caught melted away as we settled into what turned out to be a fantastic fuck. His cock hit my prostate just right with each thrust, causing the precum to flow freely and drip onto the carpet. We tried to be as quiet as we could despite the music downstairs, but the occasional moan and groan escaped our lips and added to the heat of the situation. "You want this poz load?" he snarled through gritted teeth. "Fuck yeah," I replied. "Give it to me!" Only a few seconds passed before his grip on my hips tightened and I felt the first telltale jerks of his cock. He thrust as deeply as he could, making sure that he pumped every toxic drop so deep into my guts that it wouldn't escape. "FUCK yeah!" he said, perhaps a little too loudly. "I knew I had to have that ass." I felt his cock soften in my hole, but he didn't withdraw it. He remained behind me, panting. I felt a drip of sweat from his forehead fall onto my ass. Then, he began fucking me again. "Get ready for load number two," he told me. "The second one comes quicker." Sure enough, after a few more minutes of pounding my hole he unleashed a second wad of cum deep in my bowels. Spent at last, he slowly slid out. "Oops," he said with a slight chuckle. I turned to look. Not only was there a wet patch of my precum on the carpet, a little further back was a small brown stain. "Fuck," I said, clenching my fists. I always pride myself on my internal hygiene for precisely that reason. Yet he didn't seem to care. He used his boxers to wipe off his cock, then pulled on his pants commando-style. I dressed as well, conscious of the wet spot in my underwear that threatened to soak through my pants. Dressed at last, we exited the closet and then the bedroom, sneaking back down the rear stairs. Just before we descended, he stepped into the couple's bedroom. I watched from the hall as he walked over to their laundry basket and stuffed his boxers into it, making sure to hide them under a few other articles of closing. "Do you think she'll wonder how he got shit on his boxers, or will he wonder where another man's underwear came from?" he said with a low, almost sinister laugh. Without another word he crossed to the hallway and went down the stairs ahead of me, checking to make sure the coast was clear before motioning for me to follow him. As I entered the kitchen my friends were standing at the island, pouring themselves another drink. "One more and then we're going to head out," my friend told me. "We have an early tee time tomorrow." He motioned to indicate the male of the host couple. "You also have an early appointment tomorrow," whispered my new friend as he discreetly slipped a card into my back pocket. "My place, nine a.m. We're gonna fuck every day, at least until you test positive. And probably a lot longer." I couldn't help but grin at the prospect of getting bred daily by his toxic cock. "I'll make sure to clean out next time," I replied with a wink. The next afternoon I spoke with my friend on his way home from the golf course. I, of course, had another poz load brewing deep inside me. "Funniest thing," he said as he described his outing. "they just moved in and apparently the upstairs smells like shit. Literally, shit." I feigned surprise. "Seriously?" "Yeah!" he replied. "They looked all through the upstairs and they found a shit stain on the floor in one of their closets. They figure one of the contractor's employees left it after they closed but before they moved in. Can you imagine? They spent all that money, and now she's insisting on replacing the carpet instead of having it cleaned." I didn't care. What I was imagining was another ride on that big cock. I mumbled a response and hung up, eager for another toxic load.

This will be a 'slow burn'... Stick with me here... “Hey, Mr. Smith!” I turned from loading my van to see Dan, the neighbour lad from 2 doors down. He’d evidently been working out in their garage and was now shirtless in the garden, showing off his defined torso. Dan is recently turned 18, and although I know his parents well enough their strongly religious lifestyle inevitably led to a cordial distance between us. I’d noticed over the past year or so, and especially since his birthday party earlier this month, Dan increasingly showing off his developing body. Last summer he’d exercised in the garden wearing only shorts, and now it was spring he was doing his warm-up and cool-down outside similarly dressed. It was impossible not to notice – the fences are low and my home office has a view of all the close-by gardens. I have to admit, I’d watched a few times last summer, even though he was definitely Forbidden Fruit. He’s about 5’9” and rapidly losing his puppy-fat to muscle. His short, curly strawberry-blond hair and ice-blue eyes gave away his parent’s Nordic origins. “Hi, Dan! You’ve been working out again, I see.” “Yeah, gotta keep it up if I’m going to get on the gym team at college.” “Well, looks like you’re doing well.” As much as I wanted to leap the fences and ravish this innocent beauty, I needed to get on before the dump closed. “Good luck with getting on the team.” I turned back to my task at hand, but a few moments later Dan appeared at the back gate, “Do you need a hand with that?” Thankfully, he’d put a t-shirt on. “Erm… Won’t your parents be worried?” It was a gambit – he and his younger brother and sister were cosseted by their parents, especially the mother, and I genuinely worried about their reaction to him talking to me like this. Across two garden fences is one thing, but face to face…? “They’ve taken Tom and Sarah to our grandparents’.” He picked up a box and loaded in into the van where I was stood. I stowed it, and we finished the job in double time. Dan was looking a bit edgy on the way back from the dump. The atmosphere in the cab, filled with sweat and musk, was a getting tensely electric. “Erm… Mr Smith…” “I think you can call me ‘John’ now. Or do you want me to call you ‘Mr. Olsen’?” I looked at him and raised my brows. “OK… John… Can I ask you something?” “Anything… But I might not answer.” I winked at him and he smiled. “Your tattoos… Didn’t they hurt?” Maybe I should explain – I’m heavily inked. In fact, the only part of me not tattooed is my face. “Not really. And anyway, it only lasts a few hours at a time.” “Oh… How many do you have?” “Well,” we’d got back at my garden and I hopped out to open the gates, “that depends how you count them, I suppose. I’d say one, but it wasn’t all done at the same time.” He took a while to think that through while I parked up in the garden. “Can I have a closer look?” “Well, I suppose so. Do you want to come in for a drink? To say ‘thanks’ for your help.” We headed in and I grabbed some cans of coke before leading him to the den. “There’s just one thing…” I regretted saying that immediately, “but I suppose we can overlook that… Make yourself at home.” He flopped onto the large, leather covered bean bag and hauled his t-shirt off. I say across from him on the low sofa and started hauling my boots off. “What thing?” he asked. “Well, usually this is a naked house.” He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated, “Most of the time, I don’t wear any clothes at home.” “Oh, that’s cool.” He proceeded to kick off his running shoes and strip the tight shorts off. I hesitated, but stripped myself – after all, he wanted to see ALL my tattoos. I couldn’t help but notice when his semi-hard cock bobbed out of his shorts. He had a well proportioned, uncut piece – it would probably rival my own uncut, fat 8-1/2”-er. After a few moments, we were sat again facing each other, only a few feet apart. He was trying (without much success) to hide his manhood. I pulled a joint out of a box on the side table, then thought, “You don’t mind?” I wiggled to spliff. “It’s your house, Mr. Smith.” “So it it, Mr. Olsen.” I gave him a pouty smile and lit the smoke. “Sorry… John. Er… So how long did all those take?” He was staring, wide eyed, but having difficulty avoiding my cock which was, unsurprisingly, slowly waking up. “From the start? Twenty years. But since I decided to get fully covered… I’ve been going every few weeks for the last year and a half. There’s some details left to fill in but I’m almost finished.” “Wow… Can… Can I feel one?” “Of course.” He was clearly conflicted, but the twitch in his cock when he asked, and again when I agreed gave him away. When he didn’t move, I moved forward and knelt in front of him, taking his hand (the one not trying to cover his growing erection) and moving it to my chest. He pulled away briefly when he made contact, then raised his hand again and traced over some the lines. “I thought they’d be like… I dunno… Scars…?” he stroked more of my chest until his hand was flat against my skin. “Well, I’ve got a couple like that, but it’s a different technique. They cut the design into your skin and rub the pigment in. That DOES hurt. But mostly it’s needles which don’t really hurt at all.” I turned to show him the two welted designs on my shoulder blades, and he ran his fingers over them. Both hands, this time. When I turned back to him, he carried on feeling my chest and arms with both hands and I could clearly see his almost fully hard cock standing proud. There was a glistening pool of precum in the well made by his foreskin. For my part, I was losing the fight with my own hard-on as his hands traced the tattoos down my belly. “Shit! You’ve got tattoos on your willy… And what’s that…?” he was staring at the metal ball visible where my foreskin opened. I was wearing my PA-keeper – a short curved bar with a ball just on the slit and one still hidden by my foreskin where the piercing came out next to my frenum. “It’s a piercing called a Prince Albert.” You can touch it, if you want. He stared for a while before slowly reaching with an index finger. My cock twitched when he finally touched the metal and he flinched away, sitting back hard on the beanbag. I thought for a moment, then said, “Can I touch you?” He looked at me askance so I continued, “You’ve been feeling my chest… Do you mind if I feel yours? You’ve been working so hard on your muscle definition.” That definitely seemed to shift his thoughts and he relaxed, smiling and nodding at me. I reached out with one hand and stroked his developing pectorals and abdominals, ignoring the fact his cock brushed on the back of my hand. “Keep your routine up and you’re going to have a great body.” I withdrew and sat back, but still on the floor in front of him. I reached behind and relit the joint from the ashtray, taking a deep draw and idly letting the exhaled smoke drift in his direction. “Mum would go through the roof if she knew I was here.” “Well, I’m not going to tell her. Look, anything you say or do here is just between us. I don’t judge, or tell people how to act. Be yourself, or who you want to be, I don’t care.” I drained my coke and dropped the spliff in the ashtray before heading to the kitchen. When I returned with two cans of beer, Dan was gingerly puffing on the smoke, coughing a little but not too much and as soon as he saw me, he threw it in the ashtray. I offered him the beer saying with a smile, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” We sat in silence while I finished the spliff and he sipped slowly at his beer. He’d either forgotten about his erection, or simply given up trying to hide. I never make an effort to hide mine, and he could hardly keep his eyes off it. “What is the tattoo on your willy?” I couldn’t help laughing, and he coloured almost beetroot. “Sorry… I haven’t heard it called a willy since I was a kid.” “Wha… What should I call it?” “Whatever you like. I say ‘cock’ or ‘dick’, or any number of other names. But why don’t you take a closer look and see what the design is for yourself…” The pool of precum overflowed his foreskin as he leant forward. The little bit of spliff and beer had clearly softened his inhibitions as he reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. “Are they tadpoles?” I grinned at that – there’s a stream of tattooed sperm flowing over my scrotum and up the length of my cock. “Well, not really. They’re sperm, but they look similar in a tattoo.” He had his fingers around my shaft so I figured I could touch him and reached down to scoop up the leaking precum. He didn’t seem to notice, he was fixated on my cock and its tattoos. He suddenly looked up at me, pinning my gaze with those eyes of his, “I… Errmm… I never touched another man’s willy… Uh... Cock… Before… I only touch mine to wee… But sometimes I wake up all wet…” He looked seriously worried and embarrassed and it seemed like he was crying when he dropped his head. I lifted his head and drew him close into a hug. He threw his arms around me and held tight, shaking as he sobbed into my shoulder. I just held him – he was having some kind of revelation, and I reckon I knew exactly what it was.

Had off on a beautiful Friday so tried the local cruising park. Unexpectedly slow but decided to hang and see. Did the usual naked from the waist down in my truck on the dead end street. A few fly bys but nothing good. Finally a slow cruiser goes by and waves. He turns around, comes back up the street so my door goes open with my hard dick showing. He stops and has his hard black dick out. He says haven't seen you in a long time....I said ditto to him. We talk and then head into the woods. Bare ass naked and swappin charged loads follows. We lay on the sheet for a bit when he asked if I wanted to go to his friends house with him who has a huge dick. HELL YES. About 15 min drive we arrive. We go in and there is a curtain glory hole at the door. As soon as the door closes a beautiful black dick comes through the hole....every bit of 10". Into my mouth it goes as my bud straps. Then he sucks as I strip. Into the room we go the host hugs and kisses both of us, goes down and sucks us both. Over on the sofa 2 other black guys are fuckin. I feel a finger probing my hot hole and the host says he wants my white cakes. Over to the sofa, bent over with a tongue working my hole till I feel that big dick head rubbing on it. Didn't take long till he was balls deep in me. A good pounding and my 2nd load of the day. One of the guys that was fuckin follows right behind him...bang load 3. I turn to sit and the other fucker sits on my dick and rides till I nut in him. It all goes for several hours during which I breed the host and get a 4th load. HELLO SPRING!!

Anybody ever fuck someone years apart and the person completely changes? A few years ago I got fucked by this guy who was like "is it cool to bb?" and when I said yes, he chewed me out. Told me it's gross, I'll catch diseases, etc etc. I almost didn't fuck him cause he was an asshole (but he has a big dick.. so I did). That was 3 years ago. Last night I got hit up by a sniffies account, one profile pic with a big dick. I was really horny and didn't ask for more pics and didn't realize who it was until I got to his house. So I was confused cause on sniffies most guys aren't prudes about BB sex. Of course it was the same guy, I recognized him immediately. He was really manic and didn't seem to recognize me. Not sure if it was drugs or if he was bipolar cause it was reminding me of my moms manic episodes... anyway.. he asks me to shower with him before we start. He immediately washes my ass and starts fingering my hole. And then he starts pushing his way into my ass with just soap. He gets his head then pulls out and stops, says we should move to the bed. Once we get to the bed he completed the job.. he put me on my stomach and pushed all the way in. No condom. He was big so he didn't have to do much... it felt amazing. He humped my hole for 10 minutes and bred me. He didn't say anything while cleaning up, then went to turn on the shower for me and left the room. It was hot but just so odd how a guy can go from a prude to basically anon breeding in 3 years.

After being a cocksucker since 9m 17 yr old and now 67 I finally had a guy fuck me raw. I been fucked before but always with a condom. I know , prep, but im married and kinda hard to sneak that. Also, I don't get the chance to fuck around,not that easy. I also had a buddy that moved a couple of years ago that loved me sucking his cock, he fucked me a few times and always with a condom. But on to today ! It hasn't beed good since the beginning of year, I think I got to suck cock maybe 4 times. I also thought I was going to get to meet a couple of guys that were tops off sniffies but didn't happen. But yesterday I chatted with a guy ,my age on sniffies and he told me that he could meet today. His profile said he was a top but he said maybe we could just exchange blow jobs. That was fine with me ,but I was hoping maybe he would fuck me. His profile said he was 7 in cut. That sounds nice, but always take an inch off and not that really mattered. We chatted back and forth, I told him I'm a sub guy, and I like aggressive guys. Anyway this morning I started looking for him and he was on sniffies. He said he would come over. He was about 20 minutes away, I jumped in shower, cleaned out just in case and waited he actually showed up, nice looking guy about my age.of course I was wondering if he would be hard. He came into my room after some small talk, I went to grab his cock through his pants. Yes, hard, we both removed our clothes, I pulled his underwear down and out popped his cock.it was a good 7 inches, but beer can thick. Pre cum was dripping ,I dropped to my knees and licked his precum, it was delicious.after a bit of me sucking he told me to get on bed. He wanted to 69 I'm not a big fan but did. We were both sucking each other and he started circling my ass with his finger and said he could tell I liked it. I said I did. More sucking and then he got up and threw me on my back. Put my legs on his shoulders and started rubbing his cock head leaking precum on my hole.it felt so good. like always I started getting nervous about raw cock and told him. He stopped and started to suck my cock again and started fingering me. I couldn't take it and told him to fuck me. He said if he did he wasn't going to stop. I was so fucking horny for his cock. He had some poppers on the bed that we didn't touch . He handed me the poppers and told told me to start huffing . That was it for me, I wanted it . He put my legs on his shoulders again and wasted no time and stuck his thick cock head in me I was begging him to give it all to me. He shoved his cock in me and I felt his hair hitting my ass. My head was spinning from the poppers . His cock ft so good. It felt warm head started to fuck me ,he was good. No lube just lots of his precum lubing my hole. After about maybe 5 minutes of hom slamming his cock In me calling me names, pig, cum whore, faggot etc, and I loved it he pulled his cock out and I asked what happened and in a split second he shot a huge load on my hole. I was jerking my cock and exploded, he took his cock and shoved it back in me. He scooped up some of my cum and his and fed it to me. He then told me to kneel 9n the floor and shoved his cock in my mouth and told me to clean him up. The last few hours sitting on my couch I could still feel my asshole still wet. I loved it. I can't wait for more. He told me he will come back and use me again. His cock was perfect. He shot such a big load of cum. I can't wait.

A couple of days ago I had a half day and typically girlfriend was home. Popped into gaydar to check my messages and a guy I had been chatting to asked if I was free. He lives in same town, really chubby, total bottom. I was feeling so horny I was up for anything, so messaged him. He said we could meet in local woods. 10 minutes later I am in the woods waiting. After some messages so he could find me, we ended up in a quiet spot. He was lovely and fat with the most effeminate voice. I dropped my trousers and he was straight on his knees sucking me greedily. Wasn't the greatest at sucking, but he was so hungry for cock. I pulled up his t-shirt which he took off. He had a pair of massive gorgeous boobs, which I grabbed and sucked. He dropped his jeans and started wanking his tiny cock. I fingered him as I sucked his nipples and found him very wet. I got him to suck my fingers clean which he loved. He begged me to fuck him, so got him on his knees and pushed into his ass. I pounded him for a few minutes, then got him to suck me clean which he did greedily. I then said I wanted to breed his fat ass so he turned around again and I pushed in and pounded him hard and fast until I came deep in him. Again I got him to suck me clean, he was covered in mess. He said thanks and I left.

I have had silicone added to my genitals, but I had it done professionally by a doctor outsider the USA. This is something you do NOT want any random person doing as it can land you in the hospital or morgue if done wrong. The effects are permanent and I do regard it as the best money I've ever spent on my body. It made my thick penis even fatter and took me from grower to shower overnight. As for my sex life, i am a slack ass power bottom so the even fatter penis has meant that only loose sluts like me can take my thickness. Most guys are too tight and it is VERY uncomfortable trying to get into them as it feels like my penis is being squeezed very hard. I have to play with my penis and nut sack everyday, which is fine because a sex pig like me does that any ways. I bulge noticeably in anything I wear, including slacks at work, and I make zero attempt to hide it, especially in gym shorts and swim trunks.

Had a smoking fetish from a young age. Started with watching men smoke: on the streets, on youtube, at school. Got into fantasizing about older men teaching/forcing me te smoke. As i didn't dare it to do at home. Started searching online, chatted a lot.. but to no avail. Glad youtube did had some videos of forced smoking or smoking teaching scenes then lol.. Finally at 24 yo mustered up the courage to start smoking. And it was as hot as i imagined. Still do at 30. And still have the most raunchy fantasies about learning to smoke and being forced to smoke like a good boy.

The thread about newTumbl kicking people off their platform reminded me that I should mention that there's a censorship-resistant social media solution that's in the works thanks to the bitcoin community. Right now it's a bit rough around the edges - to put it politely - but also far slicker than you might imagine - and getting better by the day/week. It's almost impossible to get completely kicked off of it. So if you're tired of people (including me) telling you what you can and can't do on social media sites - you'll like it a lot. So watch this thread. I'll explain how to get started on it probably next week or early the following week. Before I explain it to everyone I need to accomplish a few things: My host is migrating me from a server in Miami (red state - boo!) to a much faster server in Michigan (blue state - yeah!) I need a particular new application set up and running on that before I announce anything. I need to finish my documentation on how to get started (it's a bit more confusing than it should be right now). I need to finish the ability to set up accounts on my new sites. Ideally I'd also have image uploads ready - but that's probably a month or 6 weeks off. So stay tuned…

It's been almost 4 years since I ended up in Toronto and although I've done well professionally, I was still not doing so well personally. Relationship wise, nothing remarkable had happened. I had a few relationships here and there but I found that I was not really ready to commit myself into a life of monogamy that includes mortgage and monotony. The guys were great but they were predictable. The last guy I was with, Devin, begged me to take him back after he caught me piston fucking someone from my running team on our sectional sofa, in the middle of the living room. We had only moved in for about 5 months and things were becoming stale. I thought that I could just not go through the talk and just show him how the effort I've put in our relationship has dissipated. Yet, he persisted on forgiving me and we've come to a sort of open agreement that he was quite happy with, even though I was getting around more often than him. Devin is a shorter than me at 5'8, I'm 5'11. I turned 31 last month and Devin, though smaller than me is 33. He's built stocky and evidently, spends more time at the gym in sculpting his physique. Naturally, I'm blessed with a swimmers figure and try to run when I can. Devin's conservative Vietnamese upbringing had always fascinated me, but it grew him out to be sort of prudish, believing in a very heteronormative way of life. Him suggesting for us to be polyamorous rather than straight separation was better than his greatest fear of being alone. I could only do my best. It is also quite obvious at this point that I was always the top since Devin's glutes were made of gold. He could mount me and make me cum quicker than most guys I've fucked. I was lucky to have a piece of ass like Devin, but there were times where I too wish to get plowed by a good old fashion cock like I could when I first came out of the closet. When Devin said that we could bring other guys over, the smirk I gave him was probably the most authentic emotion I've expressed to him in a while. "Even if he tops me?" Devin stared momentarily and nodded. "Only if you do it in the other room" I've only gotten fucked twice since I started seeing Devin. Sadly, it was the same guy from work who now had changed cities. He was also on the downlow with a fiancée back in his home town. It had been almost 9 months since. When I started to explore my sexuality, I've always seen myself as a total top, but the first time I bottomed, I knew it had to be cherished for a few people. The man who impaled me for the first time was a T.A. I had back in Queens, Rostam if I remembered correctly. A doctorate student from Iran. His juggernaut sort of arms held my broad chest from behind in an inescapable lock, penetrating himself into me in a rhythm that we both danced to. I still remember how massive his girth had expanded my hole into another dimension. I could only push myself back against him as it was impossible to move any further. With his other arm, he held my waist to guide me in following his pace. It was one of the longest fuck I've had, and the most memorable. I was lucky that my first time bottoming was fucking incredible. Not only that, It was also the first time I came without touching my own cock once, as his careful gyration was also making orgasm gliding up and down and finally, to the point of no return. I can still remember his pants and heavy breathing close to me, as he rested his chin on the right side of my shoulder, grazing it with his smooth facial hair. I felt him caressing my ears, teasing me with small bites at the lobes, whispering how great I felt and how he was going to come inside me with his warm load. I had no fear of being bred, even if I wasn't on prep. The moment he had reached climax with his final exhalation, I too froze with him in that moment and noticed how my cock had been leaking before ejaculating slowly. Though I hadn't come much, the orgasm I felt was once in a lifetime. Since then, I prefer to top rather than bottom but when the opportunity arises, you bet I'm going to take a cock like a good boy. Only if the guy was a fraction of how Rostam was. The DL coworker I had was well endowed, though far from what I desired. The weather was getting warmer and it seemed that we were now in Spring. It was Friday night and Devin had plans to go to the bar with some people from spin class. I brushed by him quickly before he left to tell him that I might have someone over. He only pecked me on the cheek and wished me a good evening. We could've argued and I sensed it in him, but I'm sure we both don't wanna waste any time. 15 minutes to 9 PM and I open the apps for the first time that day. Devin had left around 8 and if I plan it properly, I could be done by 12, or earlier and minimize any potential guilt that would happen if Devin sees me with someone else. The grid was messy as always, littered with ads. They get worse with each update and yet I come back. 10 minutes after I reached my scrolling limit and hopelessly put my phone away, I got a tap notification from an profile with only a pic of his torso, wearing leather harness, framing his chest with tits, both pierced. Age, 52. Name: Ludvig. In normal circumstances, I'd be picky, and go for guys around my age, but I was already exhausting myself with second thoughts and was feeling adventurous, assured in taking the plunge like I had before, especially when I found myself reminiscing the good fuck I had in my youth. I began the conversation with a "Hi, how's it going?" "Not bad, just looking for company tonight. You have nice eyes." "Thanks, do you have any photos yourself?" Immediately I received 5 photos. The first was him in leather chaps, probably the full photo of his prof pic, with his head now shown. He was tall, almost 6'2 and was slender. Buzzed clean cut with a sharp widows peak. At the centre, a septum piercing. Eyes were hollow, with dark iris and despite his weary figure, his lower body was lean and he remained muscular above, especially at the arms. The next photo was similar, but arms now crossed and showed volume. His expression was also more sinister, naughty maybe. His smile was seductive yet eery. I'd be lying if I say I wasn't turned on. Strange given that my preferences usually don't align with the likes of this man. The third was him lying on his bed, nude and legs apart. He had a serpent for a dick. It was thick and was comparable to my own palm. I couldn't imagine gripping it. There was even a can of lager on the side of his thigh for comparison sakes. The icing on the cake was the bright golden P.A. at the tip of his member, curved and shiny thanks to the reflection of the flash. He was leaning against a bed frame, in a nonchalant manner while maintaining his gaze to the camera. His mysterious expression seemed to brought out a sort of force which compelled me to desire him. The fourth picture was him in a leather jockstrap, with only his back shown. A scorpion tattoo centred right below his neck, with both claws spreading on his lats. The tail, trailed down to his spine, ending with its sting pointed before touching the waist. Above the head of the scorpion, the numbers 1996, arched in gothic style. Physically, his back was more defined and sculpted than his front. He had a similar kind of V frame as me though his massive arms had also balanced his torso symmetrically, giving the tattoo a perfect fit. His ass was firm, and resembled solid buns with little fat and thorough edges, just like the other parts of his body that was thin and weary. Perhaps it was the effect of age and my lack of experience with elder men that lead me to these observations that might seem shallow, though I was not discouraged in the slightest. The fifth, which I assumed was his way of saving the best for last, was not a photo of a video compilation of him, fucking a few guys, probably 8 clips in total, all ranging in shape, size but similar in my age. The duration was almost 18 minutes. I felt as if skipping them was a disservice. In each subsequent clips, all of the bottoms shared a look of ecstasy and submission that he was verbally instructing them to follow. He was not just commanding, but encouraging the bottoms on how to accommodate him. Clearly, his size tested some of their patience but his manner of speaking was gentle and careful but also at times strict if they flinch. They were like animals that only he could tame. Some of the guys were also spanked and whipped, much to their approval if they attempted to escape his grip. Each guy, Ludvig rode had rode with their full willing submission. In the clips, each of them begged for his load, even the ones who taking it with pain and each time before he came, right at the peak of his final thrust, he would never fail to ask the bottom if they're ready for his special gift. None denied or tried to move. They all accepted and slammed themselves into him while he tightly lock himself on them, ensuring that not a drop is wasted. When Ludvig pulled out, after momentarily resting himself in them until he turns flaccid, the camera would pan to their back, legs now spread tilted up to show the loads that would ooze out the his load. It was always full, never missing in its trail across their scrotum till it reaches their tight balls, dripping from above and onto the sheets without fail. If Ludvig was generous, he would scoop the load and feed the bottom. Only in one clip did he felch a bottom out, holding his head with both his hands after, nodding him to open his mouth and telling him how good he was before releasing the load drop from his mouth and onto the other. String of cum in weblike fashion would be seen as they make out. Why was I turned on from seeing such filth? Secretly, I envied watching how satisfied the bottoms were. Even after getting bred, they were still in lust, begging him for more, only for him to pat their face saying soon, boy, soon and how they'll all be part of the family if they want more. They all had the same expression, eyes dilated, agreeing without a thought and filled with a carnal craving that was slowly forming inside me. I replied "Wow, hot pics. Got me really horny tbh." "I'm sure it did. You have that look." "What kind?" "The one that is desperately craving for a cock like mine" I had to take a moment to think of a reply. I really felt flushed and collected myself before sharing my location. "How soon can you be here?" "Give me 30." While I waited, I realized how I couldn't recall the last time I felt this excited and nervous in hooking up with someone. Even the first fucks I've done behind Devin's back, I felt little remorse or shame. Perhaps because he was coming over, but I've had my string of guys here before. Perhaps it was also the first time I was going to bottom in years, and that the excitement could be from the guys getting fucked by him before. It was my turn to be one of them whispered my thoughts intrusively. I had no desire to wear a jock, just a pair of briefs. The balcony door was slightly ajar, letting the daft in. I found a bottle of poppers in Devin's side of the cabinet. All kinds of brands but same effect nonetheless. Surprisingly, I douched easily with close to no waste. It was a sign that my body had been ready before I was mentally. I tidied the guest room and took out some towels. The poppers were placed at the side table and I took a glance at myself in the mirror, wondering how this night will be with me on the receiving end. My ass is nothing compared toDevin, but it was peachy enough. Bigger than most twinks and barely sagged like most dudes. I then lied on the bed and tried to position myself in different ways, figuring out which would make me feel the most comfortable though I knew deep down that it wouldn't be my decision to make on how I would lay. I even tried to arch my legs up, lifting my ass like the guys Ludvig had fuck did, fantasizing how that would be me in a few hours. A notification popped out from my phone. One text from Ludvig. "Are you open to partying?" "Depends. What kind?" "T." "Never tried it. I don't smoke though" "You don't need to." "Sure" I've heard of T but I never gave much thought of it. From what I've seen they're those who are functional and those who ruin their lives when it comes to crystal meth. The substances I've done in the past, illicit or not can look like a grocery list, but for what it's worth, I never found myself succumbing into dependence and total depravation. Plus, excluding anything that requires smoking has probably kept me safe from many. Snorting, on the other hand makes my nose bleed which I find to be not worth it. Within minutes of replying, I heard the intercom. I buzzed him in from my phone and took out a few cans of beer. When I heard the knock on the door, I gulped and made my way. Each step I made to the door felt long, and it's as if time halted because my thoughts were now racing more than before, in a mixture of lust, desire and admittedly, fear of who I'm about to let in. It's the plunge, I keep reminding myself. The lock turned anticlockwise and I pulled the handle to open and face Ludvig. His photos did no justice in showing how tall he was as I felt a shadow swept cased on me when the door opened. I looked up to his gaze, the same sinister gaze which I now can see being naughty too. He smirked and said Hello, nice to meet you Andy. He put his hands on my shoulder we embraced in a sort of hug. I had not expected it. It was electrifying to say the last. Feeling the rub of his body against mine while he was clothed and me only in a robe. I asked him if he'd like any drinks and asked for Gatorade. I never drink it, but I knew Devin always has them. We made our way directly to the guest room where the TV was showing a sort of screen saver and the only source of light was a bed lamp that sat next to the bottle of poppers. We sat on the bed and funnily enough, there was an awkward silence as my excitement had also froze me from behaving normally. "I feel like you don't do this often, do you Andy?" "No, it's been a while. I mean, fucking other guys is fine but it's been so long since I bottomed" "Really? Why's that?" With little thought, I blurted how the first time Rostam fucked me made me avoid bottoming and how I'd only do it if I could experience it the same way. How being with Devin also was a factor and how watching the videos brought out a primal urge that I never thought I had. It's as if I started to feel something again in terms of my libido, like it has been resurrected since Ludvig texted me even though it hasn't even been a day. I rambled like a gun was placed on my head. Ludvig nodded and understood, absorbing my confession and holding my shoulder, before pecking me and telling me how we could start slow and see what I like and what I don't like. I threw the robe I wore across the room and Ludvig took of his jumper, now in his tanktop and black jeans. He then paused to grab his bag to search for somethings. "Your briefs look good but I'd like to see you in this" In his hand was a pair of white jocks that seemed used, a bit grey now with its texture hard as if something had dried on it. The band was barely elastic but it was still in good shape. "I always fuck my boys in this. Makes them feel special." I had no hesitation and stripped accordingly. Pulling it up, it also felt a bit moist, though the band secured my waist perfectly and in the mirror, my ass looked better than with the briefs. On closer inspection, I noticed there was also some dyed out writings done in black market, something I couldn't make out. Ludvig was now impressed and pulled me into him, arms engulfing me as we continued to kiss and play with our tongues. I was never this experimental in my foreplay, but Ludvig had me take his spit and lick his armpits, acts I've never done before which I did with no qualms. For some reason, it felt natural for me to listen to him. He too returned the favour and sniffed my pits, devouring it before reaching for my lips to turn my tongue inside out again. "Do you have the gatorade?" I passed him a bottle and he unscrew the cap, pouring a small vial of a colourless liquid. He took a sip before telling me to gulp it all. I knew I had been compelled the moment I looked up at him. The foreplay we began with came to a halt when Ludvig unbuckled his belt and instructed me to turn on my back. He pulled his jeans off and naturally, he was in commando. With only a metal cock ring in place, I finally saw what I craved for. It was perfect and still flaccid. Thick and uncut. His balls too were massive and freely hanging off, whispering me to throw myself into it. The P.A. too was there, now studded in silver. In an instance, Ludvig grabbed my limbs and used the belt to tie me up. "This won't take long, Andy, trust me." I now faced the ceiling with my arms and feet held right above my stomach. In my attempt to show my obedience, I barely moved and remained still. Another vial, bigger than before was now in Ludvig's hand and I felt my hole being touched. How it has been too long to have it played. Tenderly, Ludvig brushed with his thumb and teased it in by pushing in, but never fully. I released my first moans of the night, repeatedly saying woah and dude in intervals. Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap, causing me to yelp. The slap had reached most of the nerves around my hole. "I'm not a dude, Andy. I'm Sir Ludvig. You are only allowed to call me by my name or title, is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." The moment I felt those fingers again, I had forgotten that I had felt any pain. Still tied, I could only look above and caught a glimpse of Ludvig standing, preparing the vial carefully. "This might sting, but I promise you it's worth it. Bottoms up, Andy." Ludvig dived into my hole, rimming me for a split second to further tease me before inserting his index fingers and pushing my sphincter apart. He did it quick and rough, scratching my insides a little. The liquid from the vial poured into my hole and what felt cold at first, became prickly and warm before settling in me. The belt was pulled off from me and was now hooked onto my neck like a collar. Ludvig pulled my head to his crotch, burying me in the bushy, warm cock that will soon be in me. I gave my best in sucking his cock. I caressed his balls and worshipped it. Ludvig was a grower, not a shower as I didn't expect how big he would be as he got hard. At each stroke I try to take, I had to put in more effort. I could sense the girth challenging my throat. Ludvig never stopped to tell me how good I was and how consistent I've been. "You've a strong will power, don't you know that boy? Not that often I find boys like you going in for the kill" I could only nod as I did not want to risk my focus on having his cock. Ludvig was also right, I managed to fully take him in my throat, as painful as it was and even if I was on the verge of tears. I did it. Ludvig pulled out of me fast, instantly relieving myself. I caught my breathe and held it. A strange new sensation now came up on me. Holding his cock, I look up to Ludvig, who was now grinning more than before. A look of accomplishment I could see in him. "You're feeling it now, Andy. Don't worry, let it in." I wasn't sure what he meant but I knew I was feeling better. Euphoric, even. As if I hadn't felt any sort o pain in the past hour. My body felt as if it was hit by a wave of pleasure that didn't seem to stop any soon. When I look at Ludvig, I felt different than before. It's as if I am now at his disposal and that my only purpose is to satisfy him. My ass was also tingling and in need of a cock, Ludvig if anything. My wants now became needs that had to be immediately satisfied. Any sort of stimulation could do. I stopped thinking straight and was now behaving in a way where my desires were now paramount. The primal urge to be fucked was now palpable in me. I grabbed Ludwig after giving his cock another lick and when I looked at him in the eyes, asking him when he'll be in me because my hole was now in frenzy. He laughed and kissed me, telling me soon boy soon. "Now lie on your back again" I obliged and was tied again. Not as tight as before, my legs were spread wide, hindering any kind of movement that would allow me to close. I could feel my hole exposed in the air and I heard the sound of a camera shutter coming from Ludvig's hand. "Very nice, Andy. Memories we can look back. Your first time and hopefully, your first of many...." I could only smile as my emotions were now at an all time high. Beads of sweat formed on my temples, dropping across my face. I tasted one of its salty drop running by my lip. My armpit was also perspiring. Ludvig didn't lose a chance to sniff into it while he was examining me. The sensation I feel going through my body didn't once change and my purpose at that moment was to satisfy him and only him. The phone was now mounted onto a tripod diagonally from the bed. Now behind me, Ludvig took a while to observe me, drenching now in silence. "You are very obedient, aren't you Andy? You don't make much noise. I'm very much impressed. Quiet and full of dark desires. What do you want now, Andy?" "I want you to fuck me Sir, please. I don't know why but I know I just need it. Give me your cock, cum in my mouth or ass I don't know." I now know that I had been spun in that moment. Did I have any regrets in what I said? Not even once. "Ah but I do have to say that you can be quite impatient. You crave for my load in you? It's very potent if you must know.." "I don't care. Fuck. I know you're poz. Do it. Poz me. Give me your strain" I knew this was going to happen. The minute I saw the third pic I knew I wanted it. I just needed that push from Sir to admit it. "Well well well, how forward of you. Now that makes it easy, doesn't it? No hints or whatsoever, just verbal communication" "Yes, Sir, please, I've said what I wanted, just do it. Woah, haha" Another wave of pure pleasure hit me again, I couldn't stop saying woah in my breathes, feeling more elated than before. "You've reached another level now, Andy. I think it's time." Without any warning, I felt the sharp beard diving into my hole. I ascended into heaven when the rimming started. Ludvig's stubble now amplifying the nerve around my hole. I felt his tongue pushing in and out of me. His spit was the only lubricant that was needed. He took his time and I was able to control my breaths and notice how spun I was. For a good 10 minutes, my pants was complimented by the sound of my hole being slurped. "Relax now, don't be to stiff" My limbs were positioned to the bed's edges and I could only look straight. Ludvig placed himself on top of me and brushed his hands on my back, pressing it before coming down close to my ear. His head was now right behind mine and he was squeezing both my arms that were hooked. I was immobile. He too was sweating and I felt his warmth while he was close to me. "You know Andy, I have a feeling we're going to see each other quite often, don't you think so?" "Yes, Sir, I'd want that." "Your desire, to have a part of me, well I don't think we can achieve that tonight, but we can start somewhere. You want to join the family?" "Fuck yes, Sir." "Man you really are eager. Don't worry boy, we'll welcome you with open arms. You don't know how luck you are to get a strain like mine." "A strain from 1996?" I was still breathing heavily, full on sweat, feeling Ludvig's weight on me, skin to skin. "Damn fucking right it is. You'll promise me that you're going to cherish it won't you? Only poz those that want it? Keep it exclusive. We're only 7 left today." "I'll be the eighth, Sir?" "That's right, lucky number 8. Youngest one too. You'll fit right in with the rest." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate it." "No no boy, thank you." Ludvig lifted himself up and started to rim me again. This time, there were more fingers. Before I even knew it, I felt the cold metal P.A. resting on my hole. "Ready for my poz load, Andy?" "Oh fuck yes Sir, poz me please." The first thrust was smooth and swift. My eyes popped and another wave of ecstasy ignited in me. Ludvig only mustered a satisfying "Oh!" before finding his bearing and perfecting his pace. Each stroke felt as if the right notes were played in working my orgasm. The pleasure was still, never any higher or lower. It was exceptionally better than the first fuck I had with Rostam. The rush of adrenaline I experienced had changed everything. For almost an hour I surrendered my ass to Ludvig. Every 10-15 minutes, I could tell he was close to coming, but he would restrain himself and gripped down onto me, killing the plateau. I didn't realize how much precum he had released into me until I felt the warmth of it, leaking like water. Feeling his precum made me more impatient for him to breed me. I needed the thick gooey poz load in my guts, asap. I was determined. I attempted to rock my ass upward for Ludvig and move my legs in a similar style I would when I swam. This impressed Ludvig who was now catching up with my pace. We were in sync in the heat. His body against mine was spectacular. Soon, my efforts weren't in vain as I felt Ludvig now repositioning himself to further go deeper in me. I easily took it and continued to rock my hips upward. I felt his arms now gripping my waist, trying to control me from pushing him further. With his other arm, he gripped my head and whispered. "Wow, you're a fucking champ huh? Soon boy soon we're almost there" I only replied with Yeah yeah yeah before dropping myself back on the mattress and putting my thrust to a stop. Ludvig continued. "What do you want again boy?" "Your poz load Sir" "Are you sure boy, you want this gift?" "Yes Sir" And with that, Ludvig's heavy breathing turned into a deep moan which sent me in overdrive. Although I did not ejaculate, I felt the climax. I felt my insides being coated by each rope of load that Ludvig released into me. Viral loads that could seal my fate like him. Another moan came out from him and by now he was resting himself on me, holding me tightly like he had with the other boys. His warm load in me felt fucking amazing. If I could live in that moment forever, I would. Feeling him on top, right behind me as I remained tied was my way of serving him, satisfying him. I hope I had that night. Soon, I could feel how full I was when Ludvig was exiting. My ass was a jug that could barely hold the volume of load that Ludvig had deposited. Ludvig climbed off from the bed, and searched in his bag for a plug. It popped with close to no resistance. I now lie on the bed, still spread. Ludvig dried himself with the towel and unhooked me, then pecking me to tell me how good I was. I just nodded and my eyes remained dilated. It was 11.15 and I still felt like I wasn't done yet. "You want more, do you?" Ludvig asked me in a cheeky way, as if he still has more to offer. "Yeah, but my boyfriend's coming home soon." "Why not ask him to join us? I can call some friends and who knows, make this into a party" "He's not the kind. But give me some time and I'm sure I can convince him" "Hmhmmm. Whatever you say, boy. Don't let someone stop you from pursuing what you truly want" I moved forward to kiss Ludvig and before you know it, we were making out. "Slowly, this time, shall we? More tender.." Hearing him say that convinced me that I'm set to be poz for him. I tried to control myself from spinning and allowed myself to let him take over me. We were now more mindful and no longer filled with haste. We caressed and I reached out to his pierced nipples, nibbling on them before turning my head up to reach for his kiss. I now lie on my back, legs spread for him. He cupped my ass, cradling it by placing a pillow below to pull the plug out. I had absorbed most of his load though the plug was moist, and automatically, Ludvig cleaned it with his tongue and came up to me for a kiss. Face to face now, I lifted my legs to rest on his shoulder. His heavy arms cushioned my calfs. We were both still heated, sweating less than before but never missing that moist sensation when our skin was in contact. This time, we both made no noise. Ludvig hoisted me at an angle he preferred, and for the second time, he fucked me with a different kind of passion. Being able to see him thrusting himself into me was beautiful. He looked me in the eyes with every push he gave. I steadily held onto him, repositioning myself at times. The first load was still leaking but we didn't care. As Ludvig was about to come for the second time, he told me how his VL isn't that high. He told me how he really wants me to meet the other guys and that I could have an official conversion. I could only look up to him and nod, knowing he understood I was willing. In his final thrusts, I heard the sound of the main door being unlocked. I didn't care if Devin walks in. Hell, I had zero shame if anyone else saw me right there. As Ludvig reached his climax, I caught Devin taking a peak through the door. We made eye contact. He looked as me as if he didn't recognize me. In an instant, he was gone. I felt the jets of Ludvig's load in me again and I loudly exclaimed my gratitude, hoping Devin would hear. "Thank you Sir for giving me your poz loads" "Anytime boy, anytime." I looked at myself now in the mirror, still in the used jock that Ludvig brought. Tonight, I've contributed a part of me into this jock and it too has served me its purpose. The bedsheets were drenched all kinds of fluids. Slowly, I could tell that I was coming down from the high. It was almost 2 and Ludvig had to go. There was a cumdump not too far taking loads all night. "That could be you, if you're part of our family. Look at this" He showed me the published ad, some boy in his late 20s, white probably, in a black jock and a baseball cap. The truckers would probably go to town with boys like that. It was quite tempting to imagine myself like that. I could, but I knew it had to be on my own terms. After Ludvig left, I cleaned as much as I could and spent the rest of the night watching porn, with little success in getting hard. I didn't care at that point. The fact that I got what I wanted was all that matters.

Great point! Is fucking a guy in the ass… transactional and just to get off for straight guys? Like a massage on your dick? A fleshlight to drain your balls? It’s not gay… I’m just getting my dick off… that’s kind of hot actually.

Part 6 Now don't misunderstand. My little brother was and is a total sex pig whether one on one or in a group. He's versatile and loves getting fucked and sucked just as much as he loves fucking an ass or sucking a hard cock until he gets a mouthful of cum. No matter how much booze he drinks or how much weed he smokes his dick stays hard and he's ready to get naked and nasty. After all, he's the one who seduced me when he was 18 and turned me from a straight faithful married man to loving cock and cum almost as much as he does. But despite all of that I was pretty sure he'd never done any hard drugs. So, I was excited to see what kind of slut my little brother would be once I got him fucked up on T. Chad was starting on his third hit in a row from the pipe and the two clouds so far had been big and when he looked at me I could see in his eyes the meth was already affecting him. Sitting on the hotel bed facing each other I reached out and started slowly jacking his cock as he did his third hit. “Yeah little brother, that's it. Suck that smoke in. How are you feeling buddy? It's hitting you isn't it?” I asked in a low lusty voice. My hand was almost covered in his thick precum oozing out of his piss slit in a steady stream. He blew another huge cloud then looked straight at me with a hunger in his black eyes I hadn't seen before. “Oh fuck, big bro! Oh damn man I am so horny! I'm loving this bro! Fucking loving it!” I gave a slight laugh and told him, “Yeah I can tell. I've never felt your dick so hard and big! And it almost looks like you're cumming with all the precum you're leaking.” He wrapped his fist around my own throbbing prick and squeezed tight making me moan in pleasure and pain. “Your cock is pretty damn hard and dripping too big bro. Looks like both of us need to cum bad, and soon!” Letting go of my rockhard cock, Chad moved from a sitting position so that he was laying on his back and pulling his strong muscled legs up and back toward his chest. “Fucking beautiful, little bro,” I breathed as he gave me a perfect view of his jock ass and hole. “C'mon, Lance,” he panted. “Slide your big bro hard cock in my hole and fuck me! Fuck your little brother hard and deep until you fill me up with your ropes of incest cum! Fuck me man please! I need you to fucking pound me!” I sat up on my knees and moved forward until my dripping cockhead was pressing just enough to be felt on my little brother's chemmed up anxious hole, making him groan and pull his legs back even more. “You feel that little bro?” I said softly. “You feel that wet cockhead against your asslips? That wet cockhead that belongs to your own big-dicked bro? You want my married fat cock to open up those asslips and push every bare inch inside your jock butt and fuck you until I give you the cum I should be giving my wife?” “YES, damn it! Yes Lance that's what I want. It's what I need. Shove your cheating fucking cock in my ass and pound the hell out of me! Incest fuck your little brother and breed me deep! Do it fucker! Please do it!” Chad was almost sobbing from the need to get fucked by me. A need I knew was heightened by the tina in his body. And the need I had to be inside him was something I couldn't resist any longer. “If that's what you want little brother,” I growled thrusting my hips forward powerfully and slamming all 8.5 inches up inside his tight warm hole at once. His hole clamped down tight on my meat and I knew I wouldn't last long before giving him my seed. I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise and looked at my naked little brother laying under me. His lips were open and the sound was coming from him as his eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched up off the bed. “Fucking...tight...sweet...hole,” I panted, laboring to get the words out. “A hole made for cock,” I grunted as I began withdrawing from the deepest part of his ass. “A hole made for cum,” I yelled as I drove my full length back inside him. “A hole that belongs to me you nasty fuck! I own your ass little brother and your big bro is going to take good care of it!!” I was moving in and out at an increasing pace. I could feel my nuts drawing up already to shoot their load of adulterous cum deeper inside Chad's body than I'd ever shot. Chad was writhing under my weight and the unrelenting powerfuck he was getting. He reached up and grabbed my biceps and practically screamed, “Oh gawwwdddd yes, Lance! Pound me, pound me, pound me. Make that ass yours big bro! Breed me dude! Please bro give me your fucking cum!!” His pleading and loss of all control took me over the edge and I felt my cock throb and begin firing shot after shot and rope after rope of tina cum in my little brother's clutching ass where we both wanted it to be. My most intense orgasm ever. (to be continued)

Chapter 60: Awkward I showered off and sure enough my phone rang. It was mom asking if I wanted to join them for dinner. Of course I said yes. She said to meet them down at the restaurant and be sure to be dressed nicely. I met them at the restaurant, and both mom and dad seemed to be glowing. We got to our table, and our waiter arrived. He was the spitting image of the spa attendant. I said I didn't know you were a waiter too. He laughed and said I must have gone to the spa and seen his twin brother. I said I certainly did. The waiter then made some suggestions for our main courses, saying that he'd recommend deserts later as that was his specialty. I just grinned and said perfect. The waiter then took our order, and said he'd be back with our drinks. Mom excused herself to go to the restroom, and I told dad about my spa experience. He was amazed, saying it was so funny that mom set this up, and not him. I told him the spa attendant was poz, and I seeded him, but after work he'd be seeding me. Dad was growing hard, and said that's enough details. He said he knew how to "deflate" and said he'd briefly tell him about his session with mom. I laughed and said he didn't have to, as I heard her begging for his seed. Dad said it was a nice change of pace, and although he'd like to have a baby by her, he didn't want to bring a child into this world with HIV. The waiter came back with our drinks, and I asked him if he and his twin had anything else in common besides their looks. He rolled up his sleeve revealing a scorpion tat. I told him his brother planned on delivering a desert tonight, and as he was a specialist on deserts, he was invited also. He said he'd love to. Mom was returning as I told him to get with his brother. He said he already talked to him, and he said he had a newly toxic load in him already, and was planning on planting his in someone tonight, adding he had no idea it was me that seeded his twin! He rolled down his sleeve just before mom sat back down. She immediately asked how my spa day was. I told her it was just what I needed to relax. I explained that while she was away, dad and I spoke to the waiter, who was the twin of the spa attendant. She was suprised saying that she should book an appointment! I told her his hands were absolutely amazing. Dad gave me a slight kick below the table. We finished our main courses, and our waiter came back with his desert suggestions. He said that although they had many desert options, he loved the rich and creamy ones. I said I agree. So did dad. He reminded us although the restaurant closed at 9, deserts were available for room service until 10. I said after an amazing massage by his brother, and an amazing meal, I might just have to take a nap, and order one later. He reminded us of his name, and suggested we ask specifically for him. We said we would.

I can’t write here something extremely new, many of you already wrote here my favourites. Sucking and eating ass are must on both side. I love to eat asses, especially if they are already full of cum. Kissing is also necessary for me. I love nipple play too. And my absolute favourite is armpit sniffing and licking. Especially if it’s a sweaty, musky hairy one. Awwwww

I drank a few times too from two different hot 30 something white bi dudes. It's an incredible feeling. One dude always pissed up in my hole after he nutted in me too. It's an amazing experience to feel him throb & hear him moan as he unloads his jizz & piss in me. 🐽😛

It's gift. It's a natural talent that I am able to use my mouth to make your cock rock hard, and, the more I suck, the more excited you get, until your entire body jerks, and your cock starts blasting jets of cum into the back of my throat. Then, instead of pulling your cock out of my mouth, I like to slowly slide my mouth all the way down on your pulsing cock so that it's part of the way down my throat, and I hold it right there, giving you numerous aftershocks.

My impression is that there is a significant imbalance in numbers straight-up in most places I've been. But the situation is greatly aggravated because, as others here have also observed, tops have performance limitations that don't apply to bottoms. They can only go so long without cumming (at least without discomfort), and after they cum, they generally lose interest (or at least erection - barring trimix) for a while. Four times is reasonable for younger guys, and older maybe half that.

I’ve never been convinced by this. The thing is, most tops are a one shot deal- whether they’re online or in a cruise bar, they generally hook up, unload, and disappear back into real life to get on with other things. Bottoms, on the other hand, just keep on going- the more loads they get, the more they want. So they stay online, always hunting for more- or hang out in the cruise bar/sauna to the bitter end. That’s why at the end of the night it seems like there’s nothing but bottoms. And because bottoms cum less often, they’re always horny, always more willing to chat about sex on sites like this- and that feeds into the illusion that there are more bottoms than tops. I reckon there’s a pretty even split. In fact, if you take guys who self-identify as “straight”, I reckon there are actually far more tops than bottoms out there in the world as a whole.

Chapter 6. On the drive to the sex club, Sam kept working my boy’s cummy hole with his buttplug. We parked and pulled his shorts up, an obscene stain of wet seed oozing out around the plug. We went in the backdoor of a bar and down a steep flight of steps. Sam said to me, ‘I figured he’d like it anonymous, knowing how he feels about blindfolds and strangers’ cum.’ There was an attendant there checking names off a list. Sam confirmed that the cops had reserved a spot for my boy to take ten loads. They’d set up an ad with pics and told multiple men that they should save their loads for the guy in the red jockstrap. Sam led us down a dark hallway to a room with wooden partitions, waist high shelves and circular openings. He told me to wait there and took my boy around a corner. My boy’s legs came through the opening as he shimmied towards the opening, leaving his jockstrapped ass cheeks right at the edge and his legs hanging there. Sam strapped him into place on their side of the wall. I could hear Sam kissing my boy through the wall as I worked that buttplug in and out. I noticed a marker hanging on a cord right by my boy’s ass and shuddered when I realized guys might use it to tally up his load count. Sam appeared and I helped him hoist my boy’s legs into place, exposing his hungry hole. Sam pulled the plug out and pushed my face into the sloppy spillage oozing out. Several POZ loads mixed with ass juice. It tasted delicious. As I feasted on his ruined pussy, Sam smeared some seed on his fingers and forced them into my ass crack. I moaned as Sam tapped my shoulder, and I noticed several men milling about in the darkness. Sam took the cummy buttplug and lined it up with my ass. Already lubed with frothy cum, it slipped in, my boy’s assjuice and cum lube seeping into my own guts. One after another, the men walked up to my boy, worked their hands and cocks into him, leaving him more gaped and more cum-filled than he’d ever been, the whole while Sam teased my ass with that cummy plug. Ten men did indeed breed him that night, and Sam assured me that they were all toxic. He hung around and took photos of the raw dicks sliding into my boy’s greedy pussy. After every other guy, I lapped up what was pouring out of my boy’s ruined cunt. Man #1 – Short and just-this-side of heavy, olive skin, short fat uncut cock with hairy balls. Came deep inside as I massaged his furry sack. He left the first tick mark on my boy’s ass. Man #2 & 3 – They seemed like a couple, one older, one younger. The older guy was nearly bald, saggy pecs and butt, but a big, long slender dick. His partner slid into his ass while the older man rocked back and forth. He pulled out to shoot on my boy’s ass. It was runny and wet. The younger guy smeared his partner’s cum onto his dick and fucked it into my boy. Two more ticks. Man #4 – A really worked out guy with pumped up muscles, sweaty from head to toe. His dick was pretty small and spongey soft. With my boy’s hole so opened up, he mashed it into the cummy mess and my boy’s hole just engulfed it. He had a big biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. I was actively helping a man with a biohazard tattoo raw fuck my boy. He held still while my boy ground his ass onto it and then leaked his load out. Another tick mark. Man #5 – He was beefy, maybe mid-40s, shaved head, wearing a harness. Sam kissed him and guided his dick into my boy. He held the man’s harness and rammed him back and forth into my boy. As he filled my boy up, Sam kissed him hard, then whispered to me, ‘this is the cock that converted me. He’s still unmedicated…’ He was so sexy. As he made a stroke mark on my boy’s ass, bringing the load count to five, ‘Sam tells me you’re getting you boy POZ fucked and stretched out.’ I nodded. ‘Bring him over to my play den sometime. I’ll really stretch him out for you.’ I nodded, hoping Sam would make those arrangements. He added, ‘Your ass is begging for toxic seed too. When can I breed you?’ Sam told him we were still working up to that. Man #6 – Maybe a skater, slender tall guy with tight jeans. He shuffled them down just far enough to slide into my boy’s ass. When he finished, he pulled back. His whole crotch was soaked with seed. I only noticed the scorpion tattoo near his pubes as he started to pull his pants up. He made a new tick for my boy’s sixth load. Man #7 and #8 – The cops showed up, but they’d already bred my boy tonight, so they don’t count, even though they did slide in again, stirring up and churning all of that seed in my boy. They had brought along two friends. These guys were big and covered in tattoos. Sam told me later that they were on parole and the cops kept a close eye on them. They each filled my boy to the brim and each left a tick mark. The cops hung around, lapping at my boy’s pussy then tonguing my hole, lubing my plug up with strangers’ cum. Man #9 – A guy in his 20s, maybe still in college. He looked pretty geeky with floppy hair and glasses, but between his legs, he sported a huge cock. With my boy so stretched it, it slid right in. The guy smiled at me and brought my hands to his dangling low-hanging balls. The guy told me to put them in. I didn’t understand what he was asking, then realized he wanted me to put both his balls inside my boy. That was hot. With both his balls in my boy’s puffy cunt, the guy hammered away and lost his load. He hefted his balls out then wrapped his cock with his hand and put them both inside. He left another tick mark, pulled out with a torrent of seed, and walked away. Man #10 – This guy was hot, sunken cheeks. Big hairy saggy ass. He smiled at Sam, then looked at me. ‘Did you hear this pig’s story? Got himself a boyfriend. The boyfriend helped him become a real slut, even taking POZ loads. So nasty. Sounds like that boyfriend deserves to be filled with POZ cum too!’ My dick drooled at the thought. The man grunted and came deep inside my boy, leaving his load and a tenth tick mark. With ten loads churning in his hole, Sam helped me unlatch my boy’s legs. He suggested I offer the buttplug to my boy. I had forgotten it was even in me, alongside many POZ loads. I pulled it out and eased it into my boy. Sam went around and helped pull my boy back through the hole. I heard them kissing and whispering, something like, ‘Yeah, it’s time…’ The three of us kissed when they reappeared around the corner. Sam led us to a dark room with a double height fuckbench in the middle. Sam guided me to the lower level and had me lay on my shoulder with my ass up, exposing my stretched-out hole. Having been plugged all evening, I felt the cool air inside my own cunt. Sam helped my boy to the upper level, squatting over my open hole. Sam pulled the plug out of his pussy, and my boy released over ten toxic loads in a gush, directly into my own hungry ass. With my own hole fully loaded, Sam worked the plug into my ass and then produced an even bigger one and rammed it inside my boy. ‘There you go, boys. Now, both of you are filled with POZ cum. This is what you both wanted, yeah?’ Sam drove my car back to our place and spent the night. In fact, he spent the next several nights. He now comes by whenever he wants to. With both of our holes ready to accept all cummers, Sam regularly breeds both of us and often brings his friends. I love when a stranger lays down, my boy squatted over his cock, and I get to insert it right into his ruined hole. We still keep a jar of gloryhole seed; it makes the best lube. When I’m harvesting cum, I sometimes let guys cum inside me so I can squeeze it into the jar while my boy watches. I’m glad I was able to open my boy up to his darker fantasies, and that we now share them. The End.

As I stand here in my giant bathroom, inspecting my naked body in the massive mirror, I find myself thinking about the road that led me here. I trace my fingers over the outlines of the amazing designs on my arms, and then reach up and touch the forbidding symbol on my left pec. I then turn, first left and then right, craning my neck back to see the words imprinted on my buttocks. If my former teammates could see me now. If my ex-girlfriend could see me now. That always makes me smile. My name’s Jake, and I’ve just turned 30. I live on my own in this huge house, bought two years ago when my numbers came up. But while I’m single, rarely a day goes by when there isn’t someone else here. Whether it’s a guy or two I have in the house as a guest, or a whole group of them in the playroom I had built in the garage after I moved in, there’s nearly always someone on hand to keep me entertained. But it wasn’t always this way. Over the next few chapters I will tell you how I became what I became, the things I did that I never thought I would, and how I ultimately emerged as a thirty year-old bearing the words that would forever mark me as what I am now: CUM DUMP. ------- My story starts when I was 26. I had recently changed jobs, finally getting my break as a proper consultant after being stuck in a seemingly never-ending graduate cycle at my previous firm. The rounds of interviews and assessments had been rigorous and taxing, but in the end it all paid off and I found myself finally getting somewhere with my career. The extra money meant Rachel and I could move out of her parents’ place in Hertfordshire and rent a decent flat in Camden, gaining our independence as well as about two hours extra a day with the shorter commute. The new job was hard going, but I loved being thrown in at the deep end and getting to show what I was capable of. Over time I earned praise from my managers and the colleagues around me, and was eventually assigned to a new project that I had been hoping to get on since I found out about it. I was going to be working as part of a team with some great guys, getting to travel to various European offices of the client who had commissioned the introduction of the new system we had developed. Lisbon, Barcelona, Milan, Munich, Stockholm, and many more, all paid for by the firm. I was so excited, although my mood was dampened by Rachel somewhat when she got in a huff about me travelling to all these places without her. She could be hard work sometimes. The first trip was to Lyon in France, and I excelled by being able to surprise the others with my competent grasp of French, a gift from the long hours I had spent being taught French by my maternal grandmother, a native to France. The trip went really well, and by the end of it my more senior colleagues in the team were no longer treating me like the new boy. Then came Barcelona, and that’s when everything changed. The job in Barca was a bit smaller as the client only had a small outpost there. As such, only four of us went this time, comprising me, Ben, Mitchell and Rob. Ben was the senior on the trip, whilst Mitch and Rob had been at the company for only a year or so longer than had I, so we were pretty much equals. To save a bit of money, (and as it was only for three nights), we were sharing two twin rooms in the hotel. Whereas normally at least the senior would get his own room and then the rest of us either sharing or also getting singles. As Mitch and Rob were good friends, it was only natural they took one of the two rooms, whilst Ben and I took the other. On the first night two guys and one of the women from the client’s office took us out for dinner, before leaving us to explore some of the bars in the old town. However, we were all a bit tired from the journey so didn’t stay out late. The next day was a busy one, but by late afternoon we were done with what we could do, pending some overnight process work the client’s IT people needed to do. As such, we headed back to the hotel to change, and then went out for the early evening. The drink and tapas flowed, and dinner never really happened. Mitch and Rob were then up for going to a club, but I could see Ben was enthused as the prospect of a late night, so I suggested that the two of us just call it a night and maybe have a nightcap in the hotel bar. I was actually quite keen to go clubbing, but I didn’t want to be crashing into the room and waking my senior colleague at whatever time in the night, especially as I was making such a good impression with everyone at the firm. So, sure enough, Ben and I found ourselves back at the hotel. We both got a drink, G&T for Ben, a rum and coke for me, and then sat in the comfy surroundings to chat. Ben was 34 and single, which I found surprising as he was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, well-dressed, charming and funny, he seemed like the sort of guy who would have his choice of women. Or men. I didn’t actually know which team he played for, but didn’t want to pry too much and it really didn’t matter anyway. We finished our drinks and headed upstairs, both of us declaring that we wanted a shower before bed as it had been a clammy night in the city. Ben went first, and then when he came out of the bathroom wearing a towel I headed in to get myself clean. When I’d finished showering the bathroom was so full of steam that I concluded I’d never get dry in there, so did as Ben had done and went out into the room with just a towel on. To my surprise, Ben was still just wearing his towel, and he looked up at me and smiled as I padded past his bed to my own. “Wow, you’re built” he said to me as I passed. I blushed. “Er, yeah, I work out” I said. I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it. I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it. “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me. “Your shirts are way too loose.” Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore. Well, that answered that question I guessed: Ben must be gay. Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me. “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled. “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!” He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything. “Thanks” I said, blushing harder. “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.” Ben gave me a warm smile. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said. “You’re pretty popular in the office.” I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed. As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked. I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle. “Don’t” Ben said softly. I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him. “Let me see.” I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me. I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me. His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick. He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing. My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant. What the fuck was happening to me? Wasn’t I straight? Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me. He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick. Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this. He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more. His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm. Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly. I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him. “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine. “What?” I asked, a little all over the place. “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern. I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards. I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse. His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was fucking amazing! I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob. He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out. Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me. I then understood that I was going to be fucked. Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table. He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers. He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me. All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing. I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like. I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter. The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days. His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans. This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers. Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly. “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.” I didn’t even pause. I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube. The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been. “Let me in” he said gruffly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside. It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided. He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him. Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes. A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing. As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me. The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder. And fuck me harder he did. If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock. Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning. “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more. Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end. “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into. I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me. Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed. I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice. Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth. The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating. As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so. In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet. I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted. Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom. I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself. I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me. I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly. Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too. We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face. He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me. I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again. This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before. Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me. My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection. After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole. Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse. When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection. Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom. I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror. I felt awesome. I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom. Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep. I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him. The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in. He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me. I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me. He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still. I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself. Sleep came quickly.

I got caught once by my grandmother...we never spoke of it explicitly, but she always asked how I was doing whenever she saw me and squeezed my butt , and would always tell me to be careful. She was VERY liberal and non-judgemental. Never said a word to my parents. Also got caught by an older lover's sister. He was housesitting for her...she wasn't supposed to be home for another 3 days. Imagine her surprise...walking into the living room, music blasting and finding her big brother fucking my boipussy doggystyle and me moaning like a big old bitch. I tried to get up and cover myself...but he grabbed me by the shoulder and slammed me right back onto his cock. I sheepishly looked up at her...she smiled shook her head and said she'd be sleeping by her friend's place that night. Turned out she's caught him on numerous occassions.

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That has always been my fear. We just don't have sex anymore. She stopped about 2 years ago. I started sucking more cock and watching more gay porn. Watching guys fucking bare. I loved the cum shots, creampies. I wanted it . I started wanting to feel bare cock 8n me. But like I said , always scared. Did not want to give her anything I might catch. But no sex made it easier. Can't wait to do it again

As a married man I’m curious how you are handling this with your wife? I’m 60 but been taking raw and been pozzed for years and in turn pozzed my wife (not on purpose). How are you dealing with that possibility?

When I am invited to a party it is because I am a bottom. Most of the men will be top or vers. I always trust the host to have it figured out before I get there. I am never disappointed. I always leave bred.

Definitely agree about getting a professional to do it. I'm a bottom that's starting to try out my switch side. But getting fucked will always be my main desire. I'm also very much a grower, not a shower. Would love to be a shower, and a bigger one at that. Chastity play would be more interesting too with a thicker member squeezed into a small, tight cage. I'm losing weight and getting back into powerlifting. Ultimately want to do bodybuilding as well. So looking impressive in a singlet or posing thong would be amazing. Never had anything to feel vain about before. I want to now. Muscles and body, but maybe cock as well?

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2. Growing Pains The second clip was more professional, close to studio in the way it was edited. Seated on a couch was Klaus and the boy who was the centre piece of the first clip. His hair was in a bun and spotted hints of facial hair. It took a while for me to recognize him. He really looked like a sweet guy. Definitely my type. Klaus called him Cameron. From the mirror, Ludvig behind the camera. Klaus lit up a pipe, holding his breathe before kissing Cameron, exhaling the smoke. In addition to the clouds formed, Klaus's face was still hidden from the cap he had on. They did this for a while before the clip cut to Cameron in a room, undressing himself to put on a jock. The jock I had worn last night. It was cleaner. He put on knee length socks, a pair of split shorts and a tanktop. The next cut was him walking into an abandoned complex, probably what was once a community gym. He entered the locker and Klaus seated, legs apart on a bench with a tight golf polo on paired with chino shorts that hemmed right up the knee. His thighs were massive. What Ludvig had for arms, Klaus had in legs. I now saw his face. A sharp jaw, thin lips with a chiseled nose. His hazel eyes cradled his symmetrical brows. Overall, he was cleanly shaved with little stubble. If any, it was what defined his jaw. He was younger than Ludvig. Klaus spoke, saying how Cameron's late for his training. It looked like an athletic jock themed porno was about to begin. I had to give props to their dedication. "Sorry, coach. Was nervous to have this private one on ones.." "About that, it's no longer one on one. Some pals of mine from that conference a while back are here to help. Fellas?" On the other side, close to the communal shower, 5 men entered from the hallway. They were more or less around Klaus' age, around early 40s. Like him, they were fit and wore different kinds of athletic attire. Tracksuits, crop tops, polos, baseball caps. Each wore an outfit to show their seniority. They were muscular and definitely more athletic than most men. With only a glance and a nod from Klaus, the men ambushed Cameron, pulling him onto the bench, arms and legs tied to each end in a bright red paracord with barely any resistance. The men were quick and careful in their knots, mounting him to only half of the bench, ass lifted up, and his torso leaning down, faced to the floor. Klaus fingered his hole, slapping it and playing with his jock, pulling and snapping it. Then, one of the men approached with a bag of white shards. He grabbed the boy's mouth apart to have his fingers soak to coat with the substance. Pushing his index finger in Cameron's hole right after, his first moans for the night came out. Cheers from the other man came around mixed with encouragement and praises of how he was a good player. While his hole was brewing and slowly igniting the pig in him, Klaus and the other coaches were making themselves comfortable. One stood right in front Cameron, staring down at him and some leaned onto the wall of lockers, acting only as watchers. Klaus disappeared for a moment and returned with a suitcase that revealed wooden paddles ranging in sizes. By now, Cameron's breathing grew heavier and louder. Animalistic as intended. "Training starts now, boy." The smallest paddle was used first. Then it got bigger. Much to my surprise, Cameron took the first 3 with little difficulty, even with his ass cheeks turning red. Only yeahs that were reciprocating the cheers of the men around him. There were 2 more. The second last one gave him a scream. "Can you take it boy?" Cameron shouted Yes, with full confidence. Klaus continued for another 8 times only seconds in between. Cameron's face got red, tears slowly falling. He persisted. "You're doing well aren't you? Ready to level up?" Again he proudly exclaimed his agreement, even if sounded like he was about to cry. The largest paddle was passed through the crowd, reaching Klaus who thoroughly inspected it. He slowly placed it onto Cameron's cheeks, gauging the distance of the gap in between before telling him to get ready. Cameron adjusted his legs higher as he could through the restraints, hole further exposed for everyone to see. It was blooming in between the cheeks that were red and rosy. Without any warning, Klaus went straight to it. The pitch in his scream increased higher than I expected. It almost sounded like a squeal. The men seemed to enjoy this sound coming out from him. "There's the pig we want. You've done exceptional. We're all proud of you." Cameron could only shiver in the aftermath of those paddles with an excitement of accomplishment. His sweat made the tanktop he had on damp and wet, causing one of the men to turn it over his head, chest now exposed. The same man then opened a locker to pass Klaus a small box. The second act was about to commence. In it were two metal clips that were strung by a chain. There were also steel orbs with hooks. The man who had passed the box was now pinching Cameron's tits, twisting it and pulling it like harp, causing Cameron to moan in a state of both pain and pleasure. Before latching it, Klaus gave the clips a few licks to properly lubricate it. Letting go of the fulcrum, Cameron screamed again. The other men took turns pulling the chain, placing different number of orbs to weigh the clips down. Cameron's lust filled agony continued. When the clips were taken off, Cameron could only beg to have it clipped back. The men laughed. "Looks like we've trained you well huh boy" End clip. *** It was now 9:15 and a tiny spot of precum now formed on my shorts. I should get ready and maybe watch the rest on the way. The weather was not as chilly as I thought it'd be and I didn't want to layer much. Feeling a bit adventurous, I went commando and put on a pair of jeans with a white tee and a heavy hoodie over me. I regret not being able to watch the last clips in one setting. It was hard to not have someone look at your screen in the streetcar. It was also harder to try and keep my boner down during the entire trip. I could only skip parts of the clips as I stood close to the handicap seat where there were less people. 3. Smoke and Mirrors The third clip was the shortest and was perhaps the weirdest. It began with a hypnotic spiral before fading into montages of Cameron's transformation. I now realize how old these videos were. Probably more than a decade which is why it was hard to recognize Ludvig. The phones they used still had buttons. Cameron was probably my age then, fit as one could be and a classic jock. His hair was still short. First photo was him taking a mirror selfie, probably to post on craigslist. Next, him in bed with Klaus. After, them smoking. Ludvig now appeared in between. The montages were photos in black and white filter, played to a sort of trance music. A shot of Cameron now spun out, then spit roasted by both men. The photos repeated in flashes, transitioning to the next scene documenting Cameron's body progressing, muscles increasing with cuts of him taking loads from different men. Finally, different shots of hole was shown, ranging from being barely wet to full on loaded. The video ended with Cameron lying on his back, getting "+VE" tattooed on his back, right above his ass. He was also now spotting a thick guiche piercing. His ass had become rounder and firmer over the years. He still had his bun, but with both sides shaved to a fade. As the video concluded, I wonder whether this is what Ludvig had in mind for me? Before I could watch the final clip, I reached my stop. As much as I was still turned on, I was also confused a little, questioning the possibility that I could be Cameron. If I did, I wanted to leave a bigger impression. I wanted to not just fill his shoes but walk in them as my own. I became less horny to continue watching. Rather, I was excited to find my way to where Ludvig was. Once I got out, I made my way across a row of commercial buildings mixed with newly renovated townhouses, slowly turning into the original area that it was with dilapidated apartment buildings and abandoned industrial lofts. Finally, in front of a brutalist tower, I buzzed Apt 24. I got up and thought maybe I still had time to quickly watch the last clip. 4. To New Bonds Usually, I'm impatient when it comes to elevators but I'm glad that I was in an aged building. I skipped through the video as I ascended, each floor beeping in my overhead. Though I didn't catch much, it was essentially Cameron getting gangbanged, in different places and time. In slings, at a motel, even in public. There was also a part in the middle I skipped where Klaus had his arms around him, cuddling close in the bath tub while Ludvig emptied a bottle of pills into the toilet. I reached my floor before I could finish what I watched. The hallway had only 4 doors and the door with 24 was slightly ajar. I knocked, pushing it open to darkness with little light. Ludvig appeared in a black satin robe, leaning in for a hug while he held two glasses. We made our way into the living room where the only source of light was a projector that played a video of Ludvig fucking some guy in a hotel room. As always, the bottom was spun and Ludvig was a stallion. We sat on the couch and clinked our drinks. It tasted bitter, like metal. Similar to what I had before but more. Ludvig then took out some pipes which by I was now no longer reluctant to take. The smoke was thick and sharp. One had to be careful with the fire if not to burn and ruin the taste. Ludvig instructed me how to smoke and even blew some in my mouth. We started to make out from then. "How did you like the videos?" "Didn't get a chance to see the last one but I loved what I've seen so far" "Good. I knew you would. They'll be here later, after midnight maybe" "Klaus and Cameron" "Yep...and maybe some more" I started to feel the rush I had felt again and became excited at the prospect of having a crowd around me. Eyes now wide and dilated, the night had begun. Ludvig was more accommodating tonight, pulling my pants off, smiling at how I had nothing under. He did as much as he could, slurping my cock in his mouth, though it stayed limp. He didn't mind. Soon, my legs were brought up and my hole was his honey pot. I only gasped before moaning, opening it wider. He reached out for a vial on the coffee table, mounted on top of me and looked at me in the eyes. I knew what was going to happen and nodded in silence. "It's more potent than last night. You'll be able to handle it" We stopped to continue watching the screen. I lied in his arms and he slowly caressed my nipples, pecking my neck at times. "I want you to see the last video" The screen changed to that familiar title screen, To New Bonds, and there he was, Cameron whose blindfolded, no restraints on all fours in a motel room. Same jock I worn, now showing signs of usage. Sharpie hung on the band. The bed sheets were outdated, and the blinds were dusty. Klaus was at the top of the bed, lied down for Cameron to suck him for the rest of the night. All kinds of guys came in to drop their load, marking +ve on the left or -ve on the right. The tally ended up to 6 poz and 14 neg. A jar was put under his hole to release the loads. All which he gulped without a thought. I was fixated on this scene. Next scene was when he was in the bathtub and now I can hear what was being said... "You're done with this aren't you?" Klaus whispered into his ears.. "Yep, no more.." "Bye bye then.." Ludvig uncapped the bottle of Truvada, dropping the pills. Now it was him in the same sling he had been, holding the piss. They were only 6 men now, Klaus and Ludvig included. It had been 6 hours since they left him. "Cameron, you've been nothing short of amazing these past few months. We admire your dedication and your willingness to be a part of us." Ludvig began. "We think that the time's now and we couldn't be more ready to have us be a part of you forever.." Klaus continued "Your check last month came out negative and you've been off prep for 2 weeks now. We've stopped our meds for a year now. If timing's right, it's the perfect time to breed" "Are you ready for your final training?" Cameron, spun and high as he was, replied lucidly. "Yes. Make me a part of the family." For the next 40 minutes, each of the men took their turn to fill Cameron up with their potent seed. When the plug was first pulled out, there was barely any piss leaking. Klaus came in the most, at about 7 times. When the plug was put back on, Cameron was left in the sling again. A time lapse then showed about 4 hours passing before Ludvig came into to unhook him. His legs were shaking, almost impossible to make a step. He had to be supported by another guy who had left 4 loads in him. A towel was also placed around him. In his limps, his hole was still leaking. The final scene was Cameron in bed, sleeping soundly with Klaus spooning him. The end credit showed a web screenshot of a test, labelled positive with Cameron's full name at the bottom. Right as it ended, Ludvig held my head to lean in for a kiss. We embraced and I now heard footsteps coming in. In the flesh, Klaus and Cameron appeared in the room, under the projection lighting they stood watching us. We didn't stop. I caught a glance of Cameron who is now completely different. He had tattoos across his shoulder and arms. Klaus on the other hand looked shorter and was still clean shaved. By now, my high had increased tenfold and I started to spun. I was trying to catch up with my breathing and paused myself from Ludvig. Cameron came down to me, "I know that look. You're ready aren't you?" I only nodded, eyes glossier than before. Klaus then said.. "Let the party begin now, yes?" The next thing I know, I was carried into a room with only a mattress on the floor. My limbs were tied like I had been before, but now tighter. My legs and arms were extended as far as I could, and I remembered the same jock being put on me by Cameron. A ball gag was placed into me and soon, Ludvig was setting up the cameras. A chest was brought in. Klaus took out a toy one by one, placing it in a row in front of me. Buttplugs and dildos to rings. I could only focus on my breaths, trying to process everything while I feel my nerves electrifying more than I could possibly imagine. Anything they did contributed to the pleasure I was experiencing. Klaus then passed a string of anal beads to Ludvig who now inserted in me. Before the first ball, he informed me that more of the T was going in. "I've lubed this with more shards to make this a night you won't forget" I took all 6 beads in. The 3 men stared in amazement. Cameron took the liberty to pull it all out in a single move. It felt amazing. I started to drool in the gag. Then, I felt a strong whip on my back. I screamed. "We're going to oscillate tonight. Let's see if you can handle that" And so in the next couple of hours, my pain and pleasure threshold were put to a test. I felt the whip tearing my skin while I had buttplugs of different sizes inserted in me. I was at their disposal in every way. Things took a turn when a hollow plug was placed in me and Cameron, who was harder on me than the other 2, came behind me to relieve himself. I felt his warm piss in me slowly filling my hole up with him telling how much of a bitch I was and how I'm just another pig like he was. When he finished, all of them took a break. Klaus circled around me with his phone. He then raised to make a call. "Hey Chris, you free to load a bitch tonight? It's like Cameron all over again." I could only stare at Klaus as he ended the call, smiling and crouching down to me to tap my face. "Tonight is going to be an experience like no other. We've learnt some new stuff and are more experimental now.." Ludvig then pulled out the plug from me, plugging it with another metal one to keep Cameron's piss. He too came up to tell me how happy he was to find me and how my life is going to change forever..

Chapter 3 I spent the next week thinking about Joel and the invitation from my former high school. I had called Linda back the next morning to formally accept the invitation, but Joel's voicemail kept replaying in my head. Better that than the dream, I guess. Memories of Joel occupied most of my thoughts on the drive out for Spartan Trifecta weekend. Joel and I go way back. He and I attended school together from kindergarten through graduation. K-12 all in one building. Average graduating class from the high school was about 65 people. This school was tiny. Despite the tiny size of the student body, Joel and I barely knew each other until middle school when I started working for Joel's parents. They owned one of the largest tree farms in the midwest and would hire out extra workers during peak seasons. Labor laws allowed kids as young as 13 to work in agriculture. Pretty sure those laws weren't intended for work involving axes and saws, but loopholes are loopholes. That job paid for my first summer theater camp, which eventually led to my nickname. Junior year, the camp production found me center stage, shirtless, and wearing a viking helmet. Joel had come to see me in the show. He sought me out backstage in the dressing area after the show. "You looked like some kind of viking Hercules up there, man," he said after. "Everyone in that audience is probably scarred for the rest of their lives having seen me shirtless," I countered. "Blinded, too. I'm incandescent up there with the stage lights on me." "Dude..." he started, trying to pull me to the mirror, which was comedically futile. "You really have no idea how good you looked up there, do you?" While I still had one good growth spurt left in me, at the time I was 6'4" and about 235 pounds. Work on the tree farm was very physical, so I had decent bulk to go with my height. I felt like I was more chub than muscle at this point. In contrast, Joel was about 5'5" and maybe 120 during a bulk. He kind of looked like a child trying to push his dad on the swings. I got up and let him take me over to the dressing mirror. He was right, I did look pretty damn good. While there was a little bit of pudge still to go, there was no mistaking the sheets of muscle that ran beneath. I already had a decent amount of dark auburn body hair, and I could have grown a beard if my mom didn't insist I shave every couple days. I put the helmet back on. "Viking Hercules, you say?" I asked sarcastically, a goofy grin spreading across my face. "Yeah, but that's too long. How about V-H for short?" He quipped. We both laughed. The daydream faded as I pulled my subaru into the parking lot of the compound of cabins that would be my home for the next 3 days. I got my key from the attendant and surveyed the parking lot. No one else from my training group was here yet. I threw my duffle on the end of one of the beds in my cabin and headed back out. Maybe the training course would take my mind off things. In a way, I was right. On the training course, I met Scott, future-DILF. He was average height - about 5'10", but from 6'8" everyone looks about 5'10" - and about 230 pounds of fresh-from-the-gym muscle and too much beer and pizza. He had dark blond hair and blue eyes. He stared at me on every obstacle on the training course. Especially after I took my shirt off after the dunk wall and my soaked shorts were clinging to my obscene bulge. Compression shorts my ass. After finishing the course, I doubled back toward the start of the course and met Scott as he was finishing the course. As I walked past him toward the cabins, I grabbed my bulge and nodded. He turned tail and followed me without a word. Good to know my cruising instincts still worked. I led him into my cabin. His tongue was in my mouth before I even got the door closed. He was a good kisser, but I had other goals. His hands found my bulge, rapidly hardening in my compression shorts. I pushed him to his knees and pulled the waistband of my shorts down as he went. His tongue found my balls, slightly musky from the course. His eager mouth struggled with my cock at semi-hard. This was going to be fun. He hesitated as my cock reached full hardness. I clamped a hand around the back of his head and forced my length into his throat. I could feel his throat convulse as he gagged. God I love that feeling of panic. I pulled my dick out of his throat. Tears streamed from his eyes as he coughed and tried to catch his breath. "Relax your fucking throat," I growled, shoving the length of my uncut cock back in his mouth. I felt teeth and abruptly pulled back out, clapping him on the side of his head - harder than was probably necessary, but I wanted to ensure he got the message. "And watch your teeth." We attempted a few more times, each ending with him gagging and panting for air. He was beginning to look a little unsteady on his knees. I hauled him off his knees and shoved him over onto the bed. He flopped on the bed, nearly delirious. I fished through my duffle for my poppers. I uncapped them and shoved them under his nose and watched the haze roll over his eyes. I positioned him on his back with his head hung over the bed. I took a generous hit of poppers for myself. All thoughts faded except using his holes to get off. I plunged my dick back into his throat and started fucking it in earnest. Through his popper-induced stupor, he gave no resistance and his throat stretched to welcome my girth with every thrust. Now this was more like it. I pulled out, a generous coat of spit on my cock. His initial popper fog was starting to lift. "Turn over. Ass up," I commanded. He did as he was told and I tossed the poppers to him. "You're probably going to want some more of those" I rummaged through my duffle for lube. "I'm poz. Undetectable. I don't do rubbers." I left no room for discussion. I took him reaching back to spread his cheeks as consent enough. He muttered something about PrEP. I hadn't really noticed, but he had a generous coat of dark blond fur over most of his body, including his ass and around his hole. I slathered a generous amount of lube into his hole. I took another hit of poppers. The head of my prick found his furry hole. I pressed the head of my dick into his guts without ceremony, stopping only when my head met resistance deeper in his hole. He didn't flinch from my dick. Either the poppers were really doing their job or he was a very well-worn bottom. Whichever, his hole felt great. I pressed into him until the head of my dick met resistance deeper inside. I fucked the first few inches of his guts deliberately - pressing against his second sphincter with every deep thrust. At some point he must have hit the poppers again because he pushed back into one deep thrust. The sound he made as the rest of my dick sank into him was best described as a howl. my pelvis rested comfortably against his bubble ass and he immediately began trying to come off of my cock. I grabbed his right arm and leveraged him down on the bed, pinning him; my dick still deep inside. I could feel him squirm beneath me, whimpering as his intestines struggled to make friendly with their new invader. When the squirming stopped, I resumed thrusting into him. God he had a great hole. I could feel the cum beginning to brew in my balls. Deep penetrating thrusts mixed with quicker, harder thrusts as his body was dribbled against the cheap mattress springs. His howls had long since turned into moans. I released the armbar pinning him to the bed and pulled him up to his knees. In doggy style, the rhythmic slap of our bodies joined his moans. I was nearly certain our sexual symphony could be heard by at least the neighboring cabins. I pulled out of him again and rolled him over. Throwing his legs back and exposing his furry hole. I wanted to see the look on his face as I filled him with my seed. I sank my hardness back into his guts. We both hit the poppers one more time as I took up a steady rhythm in his hole. His own cock was average, but rock hard. It pointed straight up to his belly button and pulses of precum erupted from the tip every couple strokes. As my orgasm built, I pressed him into the bed, my hand at his throat. "You ready for my load?" "Fucking breed me!" He pleaded. I began to unload in his hole. The orgasm wracked my body, ejecting rope after rope of my DNA into his core. When the spasms finally stopped, I looked down to see that Scott's furry tummy was shot through with a couple modest ropes of his own cum. I pulled out and a small torrent of my special sauce poured from his hole. "Shame you're undetectable..." he murmured. I ran my hand over my biohazard tattoo. This was a sentiment I had encountered before. In my experience, PReP guys go through phases. Phase one: "I'm still going to be safe." This involves still using condoms and barebacking with committed partners who they know are tested regularly/on PrEP. The phase ends when the guy starts barebacking with non-monogamous partners who are presumably negative/on PrEP. Phase two: "Trust the guy, trust the meds." The guy is regularly barebacking nonmongamous partners who self-report being tested and negative and/or on PrEP. This phase ends when the guy takes his first confirmed poz load. This load is nearly always undetectable. Phase three: "U=U." This is where you will find most guys on PrEP. And for good reason. This is where the current science stands. These PrEPed guys will take a load from an undetectable guy without a second thought. I can usually spot these guys a mile away out in the wild. Phase three ends when the guy misses a dose or lapses on a refill and takes a load anyway. He will decide "it's fine because he's undetectable." Alternatively, he will take a load of unknown potency because "that's what the meds are for and he's so fucking hot and I'm so fucking horny." This is how phase four begins. Phase four: a chaser is born. The guy will seek out a viral load or cease taking medication. He has gotten a taste of the risk. And risk is a drug. The high of beating the odds wears off quickly and he will take riskier and riskier actions to feel that high again. Some chase passively and just don't do anything to mitigate the risks. Reveling in their close calls after the fact. Others move on to chasing actively. For the active chasers, getting infected is the only way to feel that high again. My best guess, Scott was on his way out of phase three or was in the early stages of chasing. "I can help with that..." Scott sat bolt upright at the new voice. I glanced over to the door and smirked. The door frame was occupied by a 5'3" tank of a man, 6" cut prick in hand. Guess I get to room with with Cal this weekend.

I reckon you're correct but I don't think labels help, no one is 100 per cent straight or gay imo just at different points on the scale. I identify as straight, have a wonderful girlfriend but she doesn't have a great libido always. I wouldn't cheat on her or be intimate with another woman but have a couple of cum pigs who love to drain my cock through their glory holes. I'm not attracted by men, wouldn't want to kiss or hug but will gladly let them suck me or even fuck their right holes to get me off when I need. It beats a wank and if I'm honest, no one sucks my cock as good as another man. I don't know why but faggots make great cock suckers. Try and get my girl to copy their moves but she just doesn't cut it!

So I’ll be one of the few that loves a tight hole. But I also love a sloppy loose hole - sloppier the better. I’ve mentioned before my partner has an elastic hole. It starts out tight and loosens the more cock and cum or piss he gets. Even after a fuck Fest with dozens of cocks fucking him, within a matter of hours his hole returns to tight but hopefully still dripping. I started fisting him a couple months ago and it still bounces back to tight which makes every FF and hours long event so I can get my hand fully inside to squeeze his prostrate and watch shake as he repeatedly as anal orgasms and eventually shoots cum like it’s piss

That whore has many daddies. He’s passed around and used by men everywhere.

They said the car would arrive in 7 minutes, but it's feeling more like two months!!! 🙂 More of this great story, please....

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.

Rimming is my favorite foreplay. It’s great when a guy eats my ass before he fucks or fists it. I love eating ass too, especially if it’s a hairy hole with a little bit of musk. The best thing is for me to be eating a hairy hole while getting my ass fucked or fisted.

Favourite foreplay: pull my guy in a tight, warm embrace with delicate kisses on his neck, using just my lips at first, then introducing my tongue's tip. Slowly sucking and small bites till I feel his body pushing closer - how closer if we are already entwined! This proceeds with a classic passionate kiss with enhancements in some cases - fingering each other's holes while kissing. Or, if we are dressed, I shove a finger in his mouth together with my tongue and we suck it together. Nipple play, suck each other's penis and rimming are steps forward.

Chapter 2 I arrived home and opened the door to find a manila envelope had been slid under with a note stuck on it "Leif- You were a hit! The internet loves you." I opened the envelope and pulled out the papers. "Hey, reddit! I'm Leif Erikssen (u/nonotthat1), creative mind behind 'Role for Initiative', where A-list meets D&D. AMA." I scanned through the transcript of the forum with notes and highlights from my PR lead, Brenda. I skipped ahead to the section about our Role for Education" charity work. Brenda had scribbled some notes about positive engagement. The very last section was all of the personal questions. I felt like I had done a fairly graceful job fielding the declarations of love and marriage proposals that so commonly pepper the comments. Brenda's had some notes about not alienating potential viewers scrawled next to an answer about being gay. I tossed the packet on my desk and stripped out of my jeans and flannel shirt and headed for the shower. The pouch of my jock was plastered to my matted pubes - must not have quite been done cumming after all. I peeled the jock off and hopped in the shower. A quick scrub and I dried off and went to bed. I dreamed that I was back in Joel's high school bedroom. His furniture stopped being a comfortable fit for me when i was 16 and 6 inches shorter. This was just comical, but that's dreams for you. We were watching a movie. I glanced over at him. From up close, he was quite the sight to behold. His shaggy black hair and beard were immaculately kept. His joggers and t shirt fit him perfectly, despite the casual look. I was in joggers and a muscle shirt. He caught me looking and I turned my attention back to the movie. He nudged my leg to draw my attention to a joke or something in the movie. The contact sent a pulse straight to my dick. I went from zero to 60% hard nearly instantly - god this really was like being back in high school. I tried to adjust my joggers in order to hide the bulge, but that just drew attention to the situation brewing in my lap. Without a word, he squeezed my thigh. He leaned in to kiss me, his other hand finding its way to my face to stroke my beard. In unison, our mouths parted and our tongues met and another electric thrill coursed through my body to my cock, now rock hard. I maneuvered myself off the futon to lean - though with my size and the comically small futon it was more like loom - over him. I leaned him back gently, continuing to savor his mouth. I broke our kiss only to pull Joel's t shirt off and appreciate the bare-chested otter stud laid out before me. God the years had been good to him. I resumed kissing him, making my way to his ear, where I nibbled briefly on his earlobe before working my way down his neck to his chest and abs. Through ragged breaths, he stopped me at the waistband of his joggers and sat up. He ran his hands over several of my tattoos: Norse runes down my left arm, a complex sleeve on my right arm designed to look like armor. His hands found their way to the hem of my muscle shirt and his kissing became more insistent. He tugged at my shirt and I helped him the rest of the way, exposing my fur-coveres pecs, abs, and a few more tattoos including my biohazard sign. By this point I had a substantial wet spot in the front of my joggers and he hadn't even touched my dick. His hands continued exploring my body, tracing my tattoos to distract from their intended destination: my throbbing erection. Just before he grabbed the sticky, wet bulge in my joggers, I pushed him back down onto the sofa and held him there. I pointed to my biohazard tattoo. "Do you know what this tattoo means?" I interrogayed him with some amount of urgency. He nodded, his light brown eyes sparkling. "And?" I demanded. He smirked a little and reached for the waistband of my joggers again. I pinned both hands over his head with one hand while my other hand pinned his chest. From his position, he couldn't move mucb, but the struggle was adorable. "Joel, I have HIV. If we continue, there is a chance I could infect you." "I know you're poz. I've known since, like, 8th grade." He mustered as much strength as he could in his awkward position and knocked me off balance backward. He got his legs under him faster than I expected and before I knew it, I was on my back, he was straddling my legs, and my pants were half off. I reoriented myself and realized that he was staring - transfixed maybe - at my dick. "Holy. Shit." He punctuated. "What?" I asked. "Your dick is..." he trailed off. "I mean, I knew you were hung in high school. But not this hung." "Dude, I'm 6'8". My dick is normal size for someone my height," I defended. He didn't respond. Instead he got up and took his own joggers off, revealing his own substantial member. I admired the sight. He had thicker body hair on his lower body. Jet black like the rest of his hair, coarser. He, too, kept his pubes natural. There was a drop of precum glistening on the end of his uncut dick. My mouth watered. "I am 7" - 7.5", which is above average." He wrapped his hand around his dick. It looked sizeable in his hand, for sure. He came back to the futon and put his dick and his hand next to mine. The difference was evident immediately. "Okay. So I'm hung, I guess?" I said. "Beyond hung." He said, taking my pants down the rest of the way and moving his mouth toward my dick. My dick was coated in precum. I have always been a heavy precummer. I used to keep extra underwear at school in the event of an errant boredom woody soaking through my underwear. I started to protest, but he already had my head in his mouth, any thoughts of protest evaporated as I laced my fingers into his shaggy hair and offered some gentle encouragement. He was struggling with the first few inches and I didn't want to push too far. He enthusiastically tried to take more of my dick, initially stopping when he gagged. Eventually he pushed past his gag reflex and got the head of my dick into his throat proper. He was a quick study. He continued trying to throat my whole dick for a bit. When he stopped to let his jaw, throat, and lungs catch up, he experimented with working my shaft with his hand, playing with rolling my foreskin back over my head. Watching him play with my foreskin, I was struck by how different our dicks were. Like the rest of me, my cock was pale. Two very prominent veins bulged, winding their way along the length of my shaft. When soft, my foreskin covered about 40% of my mushroom head. When fully hard, my foreskin pulled back off the head completely. Guys who didn't see me soft often didn't realize I was uncut. In contrast, Joel's foreskin covered most most of his head - about 60%, even fully hard. He also had some prominent veins - more than me, in fact. But they were smaller and a bit more subtle. His dick was certifiably perfect. My mouth continued to water. He continued stroking me while he buried his face between my thighs, seeking my nuts. He nuzzled against them at first with his beard providing extra waves of stimulation. My contented grunts signaled it was time for exploring them with his tongue, then his mouth. I could feel the cum starting to churn deep in my balls. I reached down and pulled him back up to kiss me, pulling him close to me. He fell right into the trap. I grappled him and rolled him off of me onto the floor, then dropped down onto my hands and knees over him. While he was still reeling from the sudden reversal of position, I kissed my way down his fuzzy body once more to his beautiful dick. I took his dick - god a swear that dick was straight out of a dirty magazine; you couldnt airbrush a better looking dick - down my throat with practiced ease and delighted in his gasp as I did. He began to buck his hips and I let him fuck my throat like that, pulling off of him when I needed air. I moved to go back down on him. "If you do that again, I will cum," he said with a tone of lust in his voice. "Probably immediately." "I mean, that is the goal here, right?" I asked. "Not yet," he said, pulling his legs up between us, exposing his hole. Needing no further instructions, I buried my face in his hole. My beard provided extra stimulation, but my tongue was doing the heavy lifting. I devoured his hole. I started with thorough exploration of his ass, gently licking every inch of his hairy, tanned skin from his balls to his hole. I could feel his body becoming restless with all this stimulation of his hole and shifted gears. Slow licks were replaced with quicker flicks of my tongue that whipped him into more of a frenzy. He was making sounds somewhere between a grunt and a moan. He became increasingly excited as I started working a finger in. He was tight, but enthusiastic and I tried to match my efforts to stretch him to his natural efforts to adjust to being penetrated. Whenever I withdrew my finger, I immediately replaced it with my probing tongue, which I drilled into him. We worked our way up to 2 fingers. By this point he was precumming pretty heavily. I used some to add additional lubrication while our work continued to prepare his hole. With 3 fingers sliding comfortably in and out of him, I repositioned and placed the head of my dick at his hole. "You're sure you want this? You know the risk." It was a statement more than a question. "I want you," he replied. "All of you." He ran his hands through my chest hair, sending tingles through my whole body. I shivered a little in anticipation. And with that, I pressed into him. I gave him some time to adjust to just my cockhead. Even taking three fingers, it was a substantial leap to taking my dick. He screamed out in some blend of pleasure and pain and I tried to pull back but he pulled me into a kiss. "Just go slow," he said between soft, quick kisses. I could feel his sphincter fighting against my dick, every muscle in his rectum trying to push me back out. But I held steady and little by little the spasms stopped. Now the real challenge started. I dont think I've ever fucked someone that slowly. At least not since I hit my 30s and sex became more of a lustful thing I sought when i was horny rather than anything related to genuine desire. My overproduction of precum helped keep things slick and allowed very slow progress of the first 4 inches of my dick. After what felt like hours, the head of my dick had found his second sphincter and he was starting to enjoy feeling me inside him. I started to gently make love to his hole. Long, slow strokes with plenty of added spit and my own precum. He was in pure ecstacy. After several strokes against his second hole, I pushed through it and stopped again, savoring the look of exquisite agony on his face. He recovered more quickly this time, as he was getting a feel for how to relax his hole. "I want you to pound me, Leif." He said. I picked up the pace and realization of his judgemental error crashed over him. I backed off a bit, and he looked disappointed. "I want to make you cum," he insisted. I smirked a little. "I could cum whenever I want. I dont need to pound your hole to get off. I just want to make sure you get your fill." He spit in his hand, grabbed his prick and started stroking which I took as permission to resume fucking him. I matched my thrusts into his hole with his strokes of his cock "Together, then?" I said. His building moans provided his assent. A couple minutes later, he locked eyes with me. The message was clear though he didnt say a word: it was time. His moans as he began oozing bright white, pearly cum were primal and animal. He wasn't a shooter, that's for sure. But he did have a good sized load. God, even his cum looked good. As his hole spasmed around me, my member swelled up as I began blasting ropes of cum into him. I lost count at 18 spurts. I leaned down to kiss him, trying to keep my dick in his hole so my cum wouldn't leak everywhere. And then I woke up. Why was I exhausted? Why did I smell cum. I threw the comforter back and surveyed my sheets. It looked like a murder scene, but the splatter was white instead of red. The details of the dream were fading quickly but one detail wasn't going anywhere: he had said he had known I was poz since the 8th grade. That was factually correct. I had been born poz. But he shouldn't have known that. I chalked it up to wibbly wobbly dreamy weamy bullshit and tried to shake the sleep haze off. I pulled the sheets off the bed and put them in the laundry. And made a mental note to buy sheets that weren't navy blue.

I should mention that this is going to be a bit of a slow burn story. Mr. Lewis was faster with Tommy because Tommy was a random guy who lived in the same building. If he rejected him then no big deal he could have gone to someone else. With Kenny, since he’s family he needs to properly groom him. Very slowly break down barriers and get more and more “comfortable“ with him. Let’s just use the previous story as a means to understand just how depraved and kinky he can be while Kenny is blissfully ignorant to what he’s walked into.

I can't imagine sucking cock and NOT swallowing. Eating cum is the whole point of being a Cocksucker.

It boggles my mind that there's a question of choice here. There is no choice. Swallowing is the choice. Good cocksuckers know to swallow because it's part of the job and their reward for the hard work. I know if you're going down on me and it's good you don't have other options. It's a matter of survival. When I'm forcing your head further down and unload between skull fucking sadistic thrusts, it's a question of how badly you want to breathe. Swallow and take every last drop or drown and swirl out while I finish off anyway? 🧐 🤔 😈

That answer is why I like breeding. Youre a perfect bottom.

Very hot! More please!

Part 7 I say, "Follow me," and led Luis through the house to my bedroom. It wasn't until I turned around at my door that I noticed he wasn't alone. Standing behind Luis was a beautiful Mexican boy, about my age. But was no lightweight like me. He was tall and built of muscle. He looked a little nervous but also excited. "That's Junior, my son. It's his birthday and we're celebrating before we head back to Mexico." Luis says. "Oh, well he can wait in the living room while we do things," I say. "The hell he will. I've told him about you. You're his birthday gift." Luis says. I now see that same familiar evil grin on his and his son's face. We go into my bedroom, the place where I grew up, where my walls are still decorated with teen boy obsessions. Luis instructs me to strip. He says something to Junior in Spanish and he takes his clothes off as well. "You want your key back? Worship my son." Luis commands as he sits down in a chair at the side of the bed. I waste no time getting to work on this beautiful man. He may be my age or even younger, but he is more of a man than I will ever be. First, I use my mouth and lick his body. I start with his neck and move down his dark and smooth skin. I kiss and suck on his hard nipples, which makes him erupt in moans. I continue down his body, feeling his manly chest and kissing each ab. Now I'm on my knees and face to face with Junior's amazing cock and balls. He certainly has his father's cock. The smell of pure man drives me wild as I begin to suck down his meat. He moans more. Luis instructs him in Spanish and he gets more aggressive, placing his hands on my head and starting to fuck my face. His balls are slapping against my mouth as I swallow his cock down my throat. As he lets me come up for air, he leaks precum into my mouth. It tastes as amazing as he looks. Next, I focus on his balls, first taking each into my mouth, then both at once. He continues to moan and his body shakes. His father again says something in Spanish. Following orders, Junior turns around, leans on the bed, and sticks out his ass. I know what to do. I dive in mount first. His hole tastes amazing. I wonder if any Spanish bitches have ever eaten his ass like I am. I use my hand to jerk his cock while I continue to explore his hole with my tongue. Finally, Luis gives another command. This time it's in English and it's to me. "Stand up!" he orders. I remove my mouth from his boy's behind and stand up to face him. He's holding a roll of duct tape and has that look on his face again. Soon, my arms are behind my back and my wrists are taped together like I'm in handcuffs. Then Luis takes a large piece of tape and places it right over my mouth. Next, it's time for Junior to penetrate me. There's no lube, no spit, nothing. I'm just layer down on my back on the bed with my legs spread. Junior lines his cock up with my hole and starts pushing it in. I can tell by his facial expressions that it feels good. After a summer of taking Mexican cocks every day, it's good to know I'm still tight enough to please. Junior bottoms out as his big nuts rest against my ass. He waste no time and starts pumping away at my pussy. I can tell he loves it. I moan under the duct tape to encourage him to pump away. After a few minutes of fucking, I can tell Junior is close to cumming. Apparently his dad is also aware because he says something in Spanish. With a reluctant look on his face, Junior pulls out of me. Soon Luis is instructing me to stand up, which is not easy with my arms taped behind my back. Junior helps me up to my feet as Luis strips down and takes my place lying on the bed. His cock is already rock hard and standing straight up. "Get on," he commands me. Junior helps me back onto the bed and I'm lays on top of Luis, facing toward the ceiling. Before long, Luis is shoving his cock into my hole with no mercy. I'm use to his roughness and size by now but it's still a bit jarring. His cock works its way into my familiar guts as I begin to bounce on it like it's a pogo stick. Fuck, I'm going to miss my Mexican God's cock after tonight! Junior stands near the bed and watches as his father fucks me deeply. He seems fascinated and can't help but jerk himself. After a few minutes, Luis tells me to stop bouncing. He then looks at his son and says, "He's ready." Junior makes his way to the edge of the bed as I realize their plan. I've taken a lot of cock this summer but never two at once. I've never been double penetrated and I don't want to be for fear of how much it will hurt. I begin to squirm and attempt to yell from behind the duct tape. Luis is too strong for me. He just holds me tighter and Junior lines up his cock next to his father's and begins to insert. It doesn't go in easy but they are determined to make it happen. I scream as both cocks impale me. I think I'm going to pass out from the pain, but after a minute it gets better. I've never felt so full. But also like I could literally split in half. Now both father and son's cocks are fucking me. It feels like the dicks are fighting for control of my insides. Who will break me? Who will impregnate me? After a few minutes, Junior starts to make those indications again that he's going to cum. He holds off until his father says, "Now!" At that moment, they both orgasm inside of me, their bodies shaking and moaning as I can feel jets of semen shooting deep into my guts. They continue to pump away as their orgasms subside. --- The next thing I know, I wake up in my bed alone. My ass is on fire. I'm naked. It takes me a minute to remember what has happened. The tape is gone from my hands and mouth, though they're still sticky from the residue. I gently stand up and walk to the mirror. I look rough as hell. But fuck was it worth it. Then I notice something: Luis' chain is hanging around my neck with the key attached. I guess I earned it after last night. Now I can wear his chain every day to remind me of him and motivate me to be the White Whore he turned me into. With all the money I made this summer, I'm thinking a spring break trip to Mexico may be in order. I grab my phone and text my uncle: "I'll be back next summer." THE END (please let me know what you thought of the story by commenting below)

It was the evening of December 21st and very snowy. I was 24 and horny. I thought I'd celebrate the Winter Solstice with some Pagan fucking. I found a hot profile of a safe sex 50ish daddy type that was horny too. We chatted for a brief time about the details of our soon to be sexual encounter. Before long, I was on the train north. I would be there in 20 minutes. I got off at Granville and walked the few blocks to his building on Glenlake. It was next to the EL tracks. I buzzed the door and was let up. I was greeted at the apartment door by my safe sex daddy. He looked exactly like his profile pics. He waved me into the apartment. The only illumination was the red glow from the tree across the room. It was a warm incandescent glow and not the cold light of LEDs. We moved to the kitchen counter where there was a joint and two whisky shots. He picked up the joint lit it. He took a big drag. He held it as he closed the distance between us. He moved towards my mouth for a shotgun. I quickly exhaled in preparation. He put his lips lightly against mine and proceeded to exhale. I held his smoke and held it for as long as i could as he began to kiss me. It was nice. He backed away and handed me the whisky shot. I was reluctant but I acquiesced. It burned going down as whisky often does. He wasn't much of a talker. We went back to shotgunning back and forth until the last of the joint was just a tiny roach. It was excellent pot. I was fucking stoned out of my mind. We started to undress right there in the living room. I stripped down to my jock. He motioned to the floor in front of a big floor to ceiling window that looked out to the red line trains moving north and south. Seems like he might enjoy an audience. It sounded hot to me, I love having an audience I was really getting hit hard by the pot and whiskey. So much so that I was a little dizzy. That was out the ordinary for me for smoking and one drink. I had a brief thought that there might have been more in the whiskey than I realized when he pushed me down on my shoulders. The thought was gone once his dick was in my face. It was a handsome dick. It smelled musky good. He probably took a shower that morning but nothing since. Such a great smell. I took his semi into my mouth, and he grew to a fairly thick seven and a half inches or so. As I was sucking, his finger closed my nostril and poppers appeared at my nose. I automatically inhaled deeply one side and repeated that action on the other. I was now flying. I took his cock to the root. Poppers make me want to have a dick all the way down my throat. So I made that happen. I massaged his dick with my throat muscles to my best ability. Any time I needed air, I forced his dick deeper. It tasted so good. Finally, I had to breathe. I released his dick and tasted oxygen again. He squatted and pushed me onto my butt. The poppers reappeared. One side and then the other. I reclined to my elbows while riding the hit. His unlubed fingers were up inside my butthole. He was a bit forceful, but it paired nicely with the poppers and the high. I was really beginning to have trouble knowing where I was and what happening at this point. He was now talking about how good I must be feeling, and I was. I just felt like one sexual nerve ending that was on fire. More poppers and my legs were lifted to his shoulders. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed forward with no warning. It was fast and steady to the hilt. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Between the pot, the popper hits, the oxygen deprivation from the long deep throating and whatever else was probably in my shot I was losing momentary grip on my reality and faculties. What I did know, was that it hurt so good. He held his dick at the deepest in before he began to saw in and out. Then he began talking. "Your hole feels so good. So warm and tight." He kept long dicking me. "Your hole is sliding along the skin of my bare cock. I'd bet you like that don't you. That's what you really want." Somewhere in the recesses of my mind there was the words 'condom' and 'safe sex', but he was right. It felt fantastic. I tried to talk back but I couldn't form any coherent words. He chuckled and kept fucking. The poppers hit my nose. I finally thought I saw him use the poppers for himself. He asked "Where do you I want it?" I still couldn't form words to speak. He was supposed to cum inside a condom, not me. I couldn't get words out. He then said "I am going to breed you." His pace increase furiously and he shot his load deep inside me. He eventually pulled out. I looked at him. His cock was cummy. I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't will the anger forth because of my state. He looked up to my right and I was able to follow his gaze. I then registered that there was another man standing right next to us. I had no idea how long he had been there. I thought we were alone. There had been no mention of a third person. He was very thin and haggard looking, but with what seemed to be a very large dick. Before I could take in any more of him, the poppers were back at my nose. That's what I needed at that moment. Daddy crawled up and over my body, and proceeded to push his cummy cock into my mouth. My legs were lifted up at the same time. Swiftly, the very large cock of the new haggard man entered me. I screamed but daddy's dick was as far down my throat and I only made a muted humming noise. I was being reamed a both ends. I was seeing stars. I was close to passing out, maybe I already had a time or two. Daddy finally pulled out. I tasted throat mucus, cum and pennies. I was now staring into the eyes of the new haggard man. He was plowing me roughly. I could feel how big his dick was. I was loving it. The feeling was bliss. He talked but I was in no way able to comprehend has words. They were jumbled up with the poppers, seeing stars and the ecstasy coming from my ass. I had no idea how long this was going on. It seemed like forever though. Haggard man was increasing his fuck speed and his mouth was moving. I think he was talking to me, but I didn't understand. There was more poppers for me and for haggard too. Within seconds, his face began to contort as he slammed deep into me. Again and again and again. Rope after rope after rope of his cum shot as deep as anything has ever shot inside me. The moment was magnificent sexual explosion. He fell down on me seemingly satisfied. He lay on my chest all hot and dripping sweat. He moved his mouth to mine and raped my mouth with his own. He finally stopped and lifted himself up. My eyes followed his gaunt sweaty red face and then he crawled up over my body just like daddy had done. I got another poppering just before haggard's dick entered my mouth. He reached further down than daddy could. As he was, I was rapidly running out of air. Even with my eyes open, I was seeing stars again. I was also seeing a large biohazard symbol right in front of my eyes. I didn't think about it. It was just there. Haggard pulls out slowly. The taste of throat mucus, cum and pennies return. He leans down to my face and says "You're Welcome." I don't remember dressing. I do vaguely remember going down stairs, cold and snow, the roar of trains overhead and a door slamming behind me. I do not know how I got home, but I did. The next morning I awoke on my couch in all my clothes. My butthole was sore but felt good. I stood and pulled down my pants and jock. It was a pink cummy mess.

such a hot busted vag! really nicely developed swollen labia

These entries, like all of the stories I have written, were done while I was smoking. About 3-4 times a year I would get a bag just to spark some ideas and unleash my fantasies. I apologize if my previous stories stopped halfway, they weren't my best and I got clueless after realizing that I would repeat myself. The photos also started to become difficult to find and format so I just decided to stick to plain old text. Part X 5 Novices. 2 Married, 2 Below 30, and 1 below 20. Luis, being the youngest at 34 now was assigned to recruit the one who was under 20. Though most of us preferred to be around older guys, this task didn't pertain to our individual desires but our responsibilities to propagate our faith. For those below 30, Jeff was chosen since no one could resist how he was close to his late 40s and still packing stronger as ever, donning the same locks he's had in a pony tail now. Finally, since I lost my bet to John, he would be in charge of looking for the 2 married men. I was a bit jealous at first but thankfully, during this scouting period, Victor and I spent more time together. It was as if I got to know him again when we both looked back on the past 10 years. Scouting period was assigned from the middle of spring until the end of summer. Similar to the Moon, the Sun also influences a ritual, amplifying an offer. Ideally, the offers should be done during the 3 weeks where during the midsommar, or summer solstice would we have obtained half of our new devotees. A sort symmetric balance. Luis, whose work ethic is admirable as ever, wasted no time. It was expected that he would find our first out of five novices. Thanks to his previous experience in the academics, Luis found an job as a summer TA in one of the city's community colleges. The school was massive and he was definitely spoil for choices. It was also by pure luck that he would audit a class called Same-sex relationships in Antiquity, where most students were already queer. The pool for Luis to fish got smaller and easier. One student that stood out for Luis was a boy named Cameron, who looked like he didn't belong in the class. He seemed as if he spends his time in the gym, with a broad chest and frequently wears brightly colored polo shirts with cargo shorts. The other students would be in oversized clothing, layer after layer in defiance of fast fashion, but Cameron looks like a frequent shopper at American Eagle. Luis didn't pay much attention to him at first besides his style. It was only when he admitted that he was bisexual and that was why he took the class did Luis began to make his plan. During office hours, Luis would spend more time with Cameron, making casual conversations and asking more personal questions. Cameron, naive as most 2nd year students still were, entertained Luis and even develop a sort of crush after knowing more about Luis. He didn't know anyone else who were in an open relationship with 4 other guys and lived together. It was unorthodox for him. Cameron grew up in the suburbs, spending his summer as a lifeguard while working at the ice cream shop. The only reason he took the class was because it was the only time that it was offered and he wanted to learn more bout his sexuality. Luckily for him, there was Luis to guide him. After midterms week, the class decided to celebrate at a bar. A few shots and drinks after, Cameron finally confided in Luis that he was a virgin. "19 is still okay though! During my days, it was common to turn 24 and still not have your cherry popped." "Really? Damn that's so old...not that that's a bad thing I mean you must be past 30 by now right?" "35 in 4 months and I wouldn't have it other way. Tell me Cameron, have you ever kissed a boy?" "Yeah, a couple. Jerked a couple of dudes here and there and had someone suck my dick once but honestly, I don't think I've hit any milestones" "What kind of milestones?" "Well, you know...experiencing anal...doing both top and bottom position... sucking a dick....the basics!" By now, both student and teacher were drawn closer as the music got louder for the evening patrons. Louis got the next 2 rounds and by midnight, Cameron had his arm around Luis to support himself as he had drank more than he would, speech starting to slur. Luis, who could handle his liquor, tried to escort Cameron back home but he begged him not to bring him back since his parents were conservative and didn't tolerate alcohol in the house. He knew that if he brought Cameron back to his place, then half of his job was already done, but Luis wasn't the kind to take advantage of college boys. They made back home safe and Luis tried his best to carry Cameron in. He passed out in the sofa of the living room, snoring peacefully. Luis and Jeff were standing above him, observing his movements. Jeff sure was jealous of Luis. "Do you really have to be this quick?" "No, I just got lucky." Cameron woke up to the sound of a sizzling pan and eggs being cracked. Tilting from the end of the sofa, he saw about 3 men, 2 in robe and one in just a jockstrap. Immediately, his morning wood rose. As it turns out, Drew and Victor were in matching satin robes, untied for everyone in the house to see, and John just got back from a key party, clothes stolen with only his wallet. The men were laughing Cameron could only eavesdrop and wished how he could live like them, freely expressing themselves at breakfast, discussing their escapades candidly. His phone suddenly rang and the gentlemen in the kitchen stopped talking to find out the noise. Seated up, Cameron waved to the men, who looked incredibly gorgeous, even in the morning. "Well, well well, what do we have here" Victor adjusted his glasses to see the 19 year old, whose morning hair and wrinkled clothes reminded him of his springbreak in freshman year. "I'm Luis' friend..we got kinda drunk last night and he thought it'd be safe if I stayed here" "Oooh, our mysterious Luis bringing a friend back home? Interesting.." Drew looked at both John and Victor who were now very curious. Luis was always the kind to keep to himself. He rarely opened himself up, even with his brethren. He was closest to Jeff, who frequently zoned out every time Luis goes off tangent. Cameron was one of those rare people that Luis could be himself. He was comfortable. The 3 early birds who came from the kitchen couldn't help themselves with Cameron. All kinds of questions were piling up on him, giving him no time to answer. Hearing the commotion from above, Luis ran down to control the shenanigan that the seniors of the household would put him into. It's ironic how Luis was the most mature, even though he was the youngest. John, though neat and proper, can come off as nonchalant if something isn't his responsibility, and Jeff, well Jeff is a real life Ken Doll. Luis rescued Cameron from the vultures who couldn't stop teasing him, bringing him to the patio where they had coffee. "You guys seem to be one big happy family here huh.." "Kinda. They can get on my nerves. But we're bonded for life" "What do you mean?" Unlike the rest of the guys, Luis was a man of principle. He was brutally honest and direct. This attribute of him is one of the reasons why he had always been seen as awkward or strange. Meeting Drew and the rest was the first time he felt normal. In the best Cliff Notes version that he could give, Luis told Cameron how he ended up living at Victor's. Why the household formed and why he and the rest of his mates subscribed to the mystical belief that was the centre of their lives. There was no confusion from Cameron's part, only fascination, disbelief, and best of all, curiosity. Just like the men he encountered this morning, Cameron started to ask all kinds of questions that Luis didn't feel like sharing. "It stays between us and it is sacred. I can't divulge any further than what I've told you." "What if I want join you guys?" Finally, the million dollar question that easily fell into Luis' lap. "There's a process, a set of procedures, dedication and discipline. Most of all, submission" It was a Saturday and Cameron had no plans. Should he push this envelope of curiosity more? It is time for him to explore more after all. That was the point of him going to college in the first place. It took a while to convince his parents, even with the scholarship and bursaries. He begged Luis to tell more bout the process and for a moment, Luis almost forgot why he even started talking to Cameron in the first place. By remembering his purpose and his faith, he started opening up more to Cameron, warning him that the minute he gets charged, there is no turning back. Purposely, when asked what he meant by charge, Luis feigned ignorance and called Drew to tell him more. Drew, unabashed as ever, grabbed Cameron from the patio to the living room, repositioning him to face the TV. The blinds were drawn down and with a click of a button, Jeff appeared on the screen, tweaked and ready to receive some loads. Unlike the sleazy bareback videos that Cameron had watch, this was more real, more authentic. The shakiness of the camera and the average look the participants had was realistic, turning him on more. Luis could only sigh as he sat next to him, staring at him as he was fixated on the screen, still and quiet in awe. 30 minutes in, Drew came in with a pipe, informing Luis that the batch was home made, stronger than the street and blessed from above. With Cameron there, who else would be the first to try their organic chem? Drew came closer to Cameron with the pipe and guided his mouth to inhale, telling him that he was now going to chase the dragon that will lead him to paradise. Luis didn't protest as Cameron's curiosity got the best of him. Everything was a brand new experience for him. The home brewed T he ingested sent waves through him, a sort of dopamine rush that never faded. A few Wows later, Drew and Luis started to smoke the batch. Cameron's reaction was an understatement to how great their chem was. Immediately, Cameron held Luis' hands and confessed his feelings for him, how the last few hours have given him a different perspective to his life, how he could finally feel proud of himself, free of the judgement that he grew up in. He detested his home. He needed a change. Luis knew that he would stay and he was willing to share his life with him, even if they had only met briefly. The frequent gaze they exchanged all throughout the class was enough for him to know what kind of person Cameron was. Victor appeared by the hallway and approached Cameron, forcefully grabbing him, analyzing his features and the tweaked state he was in, and gave Luis a smile, congratulating him. He then dived in for a kiss, and held Cameron's head. Tongues were tied with Cameron reciprocating, holding himself against Victor. After, Victor took a moment to tell Luis that the plan has changed. It is him who's going to convert Cameron. He threw a few sheets of paper onto the coffee table and in it indicated the extremely high VL he was carrying. Luis' expression switched from betrayal to gratitude in an instant. The sooner Cameron joins them, the sooner he can be with him. It didn't matter who would initiate him at that point. Drew then suggested that they head to the basement where they could use the dungeon for the first time. Cheers echoed and Jeff, absent as always, woke up to see what had transpired. All 5 men were now surrounding Cameron, who by now had probably taken his 20th hit of their homebrew T. So far so good, Drew observed. Cameron was told to take his clothes off, standing in the middle of the room with a single bulb dangling above him. Naked and cold, John threw a leather harness and a pair of rubber shorts chaps. It was felt strange for his crotch to be exposed as the sides of his calves were covered, stretched by the transluscent material. He had to put on a pair of joggers that were worn out after putting on a pair of high knee socks. "Now that's what I call a sexy frat slut who's not afraid to get piggy" exclaimed John. Cameron, with adrenaline higher than ever, felt no shame. He stood still and flexed himself in his attire, posing for Drew who started to record. Jeff, who just got out of bed, couldn't contain his hard on. Without a word, he approached Cameron and pulled him down to his crotch, forcing him to swallow his cock. It was the longest cock Cameron had seen in real person. If only he knew what Victor was packing... In his tweaked out state, Cameron maneuvered himself skillfully on Jeff's cock. He didn't take any pause to catch his breathe and he was determined to prove himself to the men around him. Luis sat on a stool, observing his student turning to the slut he had envisioned. There was no satisfaction for Luis as to him, it had all been predetermined. He only felt reassured that his planning and calculations were right, as always. Cameron was now foaming and drooling from taking Jeff's cock. He showed no signs of reaching climax, but he was satisfied with the treatment he got. He pushed Cameron off him, and flipped his ass to face him, where he gave Cameron his first rimjob. John, impressed with his mouth, crouched to offer his semi hard to Cameron, who naturally went for it, sucking it from the semi state it was in to rock hard, filling the cavity of his mouth and pushing the limits of his gag reflex. "There there now, slut. No turning back remember" John reminded Cameron. His eyes began to tear up, not from the pain but from taking John's big cock. Drew made sure to always give him a hit to ensure that he never stopped chasing the dragon. Pupils dilated once more and having his hole devoured by Jeff, beard brushing against his cheeks made him moan louder than usual. Once Jeff was done, he pulled John's cock out to spit in his mouth, putting it back. Drew now sat next to Luis, asking if he's going to join in.. "Not today... I want it to be just between us." It was odd for Drew to hear Luis expressing himself, especially emotionally. He avoided any further response and the two sat calmly as spectators. Victor, now fully naked was now ready for Cameron. Jeff was now the one giving him the hit and John's hard cock remained in him, making itself comfortable in his throat. Jeff pulled out a bench and lifted Cameron onto it, face faced to where Drew and Luis were sat. For Cameron, his expressions were everywhere. Pleasure and panic, being tweaked for the first time, thousands of emotions came at him that left him huffing in deep breathes, leaving a look of exasperation with a side of desperation. The two men were unfazed. Passing the pipe to each other, they knew that it was pointless to show any emotions when it came to a conversion, let alone a ritual. Luis' nonchalant worried Cameron for a moment, but the next hit that Jeff gave subsided the feeling for he knew that it was his decision to be treated this way. It was part of the procedure for him to finally break free. The still expression Luis had served to show him that the god he worships will always be prioritized higher than he will ever be and that he too had to follow suit. It wasn't for Luis that Cameron is willing to convert, it was the liberation he will achieve that will make him submit himself. The common seed that will flow through him, enabling him to be a part of something bigger and more meaningful than he could ever imagine. Victor was now ready. As always, he never forgets to caress his candidates before initiating them, brushing his hands on them with tender momentarily to show his appreciation for them and their sacrifice. Circling around for a few times, Victor was figuring out how he would start, with his sharp nails grazing Cameron's back, giving him the occasional goosebumps. Making his way to the back, he started to fondle with Cameron's ass, asking Jeff to give some of the special brew they made to see how it would work as a bump. In an instant, Cameron's true animal instinct started to emerge and like a tied pig, he was jittering at intervals, slurring in his speech as he begged to be fuck and touched. Luis by now felt a bit pity and came up to touch him, playing with his ear and giving him a few pecks while Victor's fingers were exploring him. "You're going to be on your own for a while, and we'll see each other soon" Cameron could only huff and nod, understanding what Luis meant but incapable of communicating any further. The home made brew really was special. It had potential. If it can make a nervous inexperienced virgin turn to a regular pig within hours, then Drew definitely could market it for profit. "Cameron the guinea pig, are ya?" John taunted, satisfied with the blowjob Cameron gave. His cock was wet with drool and he planned to plant his seed in Cameron after Victor was done. He hoped that his hole would be as wet as his mouth after Victor was done. Once Victor was happy with Cameron's hole, now bloomed and stretched, he placed his cock close to the hole, with the usual PA and Jacobs Ladder brushing against the ass ring, cold from the steel, electrifying the nerves for Cameron to cherish the very last moments of his virginity. Slowly, Victor entered and to no surprise, it was still tight. This didn't stop him though for with a little adjustment, he pushed himself deeper, tearing Cameron's insides, giving him a new profound feeling that began with pain but ended with pleasure. The fullness he felt was foreign, and sensations that came from the piercings, dangling in his insiders took his breathe away. As Victor readjusted himself to start thrusting, Cameron was now enjoying the shaft in him. The moment Victor found his bearing and a pace, Cameron's moans became periodic. Finally, they're actually fucking. Victor changed from standing to resting himself on Cameron, supported by the bench, with only his hips moving into Cameron. Cameron felt a pair of arms around his neck and Victor right behind his right ear, telling him how virgins like him were precious and how rare it was to find a tight virgin ass like his. He also noticed how veiny Victors arms were under the light they were in. He was skinny but still carried some muscles, Cameron thought. Either way, the thought of having a man as old as Victor taking his virginity was something he had once fantasized. Victor remained on top of Cameron, rocking his hips while his orgasm built. Precum had already started to drip from the side of Cameron's hole and Jeff didn't waste a second scooping it up to feed Cameron. John, crouched right in front of Cameron, joined Victor in taunting him, telling him how worthless he was going to be once he joined them and how his life has now changed. The replies they got were only nods and muffled sound of approval. The home made t proved to be even more potent than expected. Any movements or response Cameron attempted to make was in hopes of extending the pleasure he felt. Never once did he stopped pushing his ass for Victor. Soon, Victor was about to breed his new virgin and devotee. It was his highest VL yet. He could tell that he was finally at peace, content in his servitude. His dedication to Dionysus over the years had run its course as this final conversion would be the perfect last offer. He had already felt the true pleasure that was promised, experiencing it with Drew and John. He was now about to experience it again with Cameron for his pure state and virginity would appease his God more than ever. When the time came for Victor to finally release himself, he gripped onto Cameron tighter than he ever had. Cameron was in pain now, feeling his flesh pierced by Victor's nails. As ropes of his seed started to inseminate into Cameron, Victor was capable of only moans, joining Cameron in unison. The spectators were in awe of what they were witnessing. Joh was now determined to have a fuck similar to what he just saw and Jeff had finally ejaculated after jerking himself to what had happened. Drew and Luis were still stationery, nodding in approval and taking mental notes of how skillful Victor was. For all they know, Victor might be in his very last days. Drew wasn't ready to take his place but he knew that when the time comes, he had to be ready. Staying inside of him, Victor decided to give Cameron an extra surprise by releasing his stool into him. "This is what pigs do, and this is what they deserve" Cameron made no response, only that he adjusted himself to give Victor more passage. He couldn't hold the fluid in him the second Victor left, but he didn't care. There was something cathartic the release. John, with little hesitation took Victor's place and was happy to find Cameron still wet and filled with Victor. Cameron's conversion wasn't over yet. John was rougher than Victor. He justified it by telling him that he should've learnt how to take a dick after Victor. John also lasted longer than Victor. His vitality was more vibrant and focused. When John reached climax, he spread Cameron's ass wider to ensure that he takes his seed. "Breeding done right." John remarked, before spitting onto his back. The room was now still and it was only Drew and Luis who remained. By now, Cameron deserved a break but he was still bound onto the chair. Both spectators kept quiet and continued to watch Cameron, analyzing his behaviour from the home made brew. He was still huffing and panting, but slowly snapping back to reality. Eventually, he started to speak for the first time in an hour. "Thank you Luis....for this opportunity. I am forever indebted to you." Luis' only reply was "Don't you thank me. Thank our God for considering your candidature. From now on, you will learn to worship Him and forget the life you've had before. When the time comes, you will finally see what I see." Drew then turned to Luis "So one down, 4 to go, with the grand ritual happening when again?" "June..or August" "Well I guess we gotta get back to work" The lights were shut and Cameron was left in the basement for the rest of the afternoon. Only when he sobered up did he realize Jeff carrying him to the bath room, cleaning him up and tucking him in. It was almost 9 PM, and it was a Saturday. Jeff got out of the house and told himself that after today's events, he better find someone in the next 48 hours. Off to the bar he went, the same bar that Victor and Drew met for the first time. Here's to history repeating itself, messaged Victor to Jeff.

Dream partner right there 🤩