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Met up with a construction worker in the woods after work. He pissed on my work boots then told me to suck his cock. Sucked his cock for a few minutes and then he said he needs to fuck. Dropped my jeans and turned around and bent over, he was ready and smeared lube on my hole and then pushed his cock in. Fucked me for a few minutes and said hes gonna cum and kept fuckin in pushed his cock balls deep and unloaded in my hole. Both zipped up and he said we need to fuck again, told him yes definitely we will.

A few selections @rawTOP Had more picked out to load but out of room. Story of my life lol At least if I were a top!

Well I saw him again yesterday, it was as good as first time. When he dropped his pants and that thick hard cock popped out I got on my knees a quickly put his cock in my mouth. Amazing how much precum. I love it ! As I'm sucking him ,I know I can't wait to feel his cock enter me . I put his hand on the back of my head Hoping he would get the hint to be aggressive and fuck my mouth. He did ! He was catching on how I like it a little rough. He pushed me off his cock and sat on the edge of bed . I kneeled before him figuring I was to suck him more. But he did lay back across the bed and I know he wanted to 69. Like I said in last story, not a big fan, but I knew my hole was going to be played with. Sure enough, him on his back and me on top of him, he swallowed my cock getting it all wet and then spreading the wetness on my balls and spreading it to my hole as he played with it. I still had his cock in mouth. I finally rolled over on my back , I wanted that thick cock in me. He said to me your going to get it now slut. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, of course I started thinking again about him cumming in me ,always thinking that I don't want cum in me, he said then, he doesn't care what I say, he is dumping his load in me. His big thick cock dripping precum, slick from my saliva aiming at my hole looked great, scary but just delicious. He wasn't easy like last time. He said hold 9n pig and with that he shoved his cock all the way 8n me .I felt his balls hitting my ass. He held it there for a minute. Tears actually coming from my eyes from the sharp pain . No poppers this time , no lube, but it started to feel good ,as I knew it would. He then started to fuck me, he must have been leaking precum while his cock just stayed in me because it felt wet in me. He stated slow at first but then he got rougher, fucking me hard, pulling his cock out and shoving back in me . I was never fucked like this before . I was watching his face , he had like a demon look as he fucked me, it went on for maybe 10 minutes as I was thinking ,tell him to pull out. I started getting that fear, but also wanted his cum. He then said should I pull out and before I could answer he said don't answer you pig, he pushed into me and stopped, I felt his cock pulse, he said you got what you wanted pig. He held his cock in me. My head was spinning. He then told me ,you know what to do, get on the floor and kneel, you will clean my cock. He then slid his cock out of me as I got on the floor, kneeling, I felt the cum starting to drip on my leg . I was cleaning his cock ,his balls tasting his cum coated cock with my taste of ass. I was so turned on he told me to lay back on the bed with my legs spread. I could feel the cum leaking from me, he then took his fingers and scooped cum from me and fed it to me. I was spinning from what was happening. I loved it. He told me he wished he could get hard and fuck me again, but just couldn't.my cock was rock hard. I was laying there and took some cum from around my ass and jerked off. It took maybe 30 seconds and shot a load right up to my face. Like I said, not a young guy and shot a load like I was 18. I finally took a load in my ass. I don't think I could ever use a condom again. It will get harder for me to play as I won't be able to host in 2 weeks. He said he would see me again . I can't wait to have his thick cock fuck me again. I can't believe the amount of cum in me. It feels so good. Hours later I still feel it leaking in my underwear.

I had mine done some 27 years ago..she was a professional piercer. It was quick, not much more pain than getting a regular injection. There was no bleeding. One thing to do is to drink plenty water before getting it done as concentrated urine will be very painful. Suggest that you piss in a bowl of warm water first thing next morning as you will feel that first morning piss. Healing was very quick.. I couldn't stop playing with it and blew 2 days later. Stretching.. well I up-graded every three months eventually to 7mm.. several years later managed to up-size to 8mm (0 g)..then 10mm (00 G) and ultimately to 12mm (000 G). On the advice of the piercing shop I used one of what were fairly common ear piercing plastic "prongs".. they were a real fad about 10-15 years ago. Took a while during our lockdowns during the covid period. Get it done.. U won't regret it.. airline security checks can be "interesting".

I can't believe that two months have gone by. Nothing happened until today at one of the ABS. Yesterday I went to this ABS. Before entering the parking lot, I immediately saw my neighbor's car. It was unusual to see him sitting in his car because I have not seen that before. Instantly, I just kept driving and passed the ABS. I parked the car far but close enoguh so I could see if he went in. I waited for about 10 mins and still didn't see him walking in. I left because I didn't want him to see me.walking into the store. Today I went to the same ABS and decided to be ass up on the couch in the dark room taking loads. I thought it was very unlikely he would go two days in a row and probably went to the other ABS. I had a great time in the dark room. 5 guys fucked me and I got 3 loads. One of them took forever to cum but had the loudest moan when he did. It was quite a show with guys standing to watch. After I was loaded with #3, it got quiet. Then, I vaguely saw my neighbor while I was facing down with my ass up on the couch. I could not see his face clearly but the body resembled him. What made me feel certain was the way he stroked his cock with his palm facing down and the rhythm of how he stroked. He was standing next to the couch as he stroked his cock. I could see that he was insepcting me. He walked closer and finally put his hand on my ass. After some patting, he moved away and didn't slide his cock in my ass. He moved to the other side of the couch. I couldn't really see what was happening even though he was standing. I thought he was getting a bj. It turned out another bottom was ass up by my side that I didn't even notice. My neighbor was pounding the other bottom. I thought perhaps my neighbor would take the advantages of fucking two bottoms side by side. It didn't happen. He kept fucking the other bottom until he cum. Then, he left. It would have been really hot to get bred by him in the darkroom. If it really happens, I am gonna turn my face around while he is fucking me so he could really see my face. When it happens, it will no longer be a secret.

Just another old story I found, not sure who wrote, but wish there was more. ========================================================= Keith stopped dead in his tracks. Two of the beefiest, sexiest bears were ambling down the street and they were causing his lust glands to go into overdrive. Big balls rolled lazily around in their crotches as they strolled along, their jeans snug enough to outline fat sausages, both pointing left. It was the summer of 2005 and a young and innocent Keith was visiting Palm Springs for the first time during Pride. Needless to say, the place was awash in Horny men of all types and ages. And of corse most of them had HIV. Kieth tried not to be so obvious but he was totally overcome with lust and desire, and he just had to see their butts. He was not disappointed. Both were full and firm and plump, like rock hard half moons covered in a layer of butter fat. He watched the up and down jiggle and daydreamed about man muff diving. Would they be hairy or smooth, pale or tanned? He was so lost in his day dream he hardly noticed the bears turn back. Keith snapped out of his daydream when one of the big bears wrapped a meaty paw around the hard on that was stretching Keith's trousers and gave it a squeeze. 'What have we here?' the big bear asked. 'S--So--Sorry.' Keith stammered. He looked around nervously to see if anyone could see what was happening, but the street was empty. 'You've got nothing to be sorry for.' the other bear said. 'That's one mighty fine piece of meat you got there.' Keith smiled and relaxed. 'You think so?' he asked. 'Absolutely.' the guy who had squeezed his cock replied. 'Want to come back to our place and fuck?' The bluntness of the Question floored the teenaged Keith as his cock throbed and leaked some precum. All too soon, Keith skipped along after the two hot studs. The one with the blue eyes was named Max, while the one with the sexy brown eyes went by the name of Cameron. He was now free to drink in the delicious sight of their big, beefy asses bouncing along as they walked in front of him, happy in the knowledge that soon he would be exploring those hot cracks. But Keith got a bit of a shock. As soon as they arrived home the bears led Keith into the garden and gave him a beer. He was sitting there, enjoying his beer, when suddenly they both whipped out their fat cocks and started hosing him down with their steaming piss. His clothes were soaked and he was about to protest when the feelings this new sensations caused started to get to him. The musk of the piss and the heat invaded his mind as he relaxed. He dimly heard Max grunt. “Fuck that’s a lot of hot POZ Piss on him, it looks good. Keith’s cock grew instantly hard when he heard that. He was about to ask if he had heard correctly when another stream of Piss started from the two bears. Like a stag in the rutting season, he lost himself in it and soon He whipped out his own cock and let their warm piss rain down on it as he pulled the heavy foreskin covered hood back. The warmth trickled over his sensitive cock and balls, driving him absolutely wild. Cameron finished first. His fat cock was still hanging out as he started to remove Keith's shoes and socks. Keith helped him get rid of his jeans and sat back down to catch the last of Max's flow. Both the men started to get hard now and Max pulled Keith to his feet and devoured his cock. In one swift movement it was buried to the root. Once more unable to say anything, Keith heard Max grunt. “Theres a good boy, feed your negative boy cock to my husband and your going to make him very happy.” He said as Cameron's fingers now probed Keith's crack, working some lube into his asshole. It was all happening too fast, and yet Keith felt powerless to stop it. He knew that both of them must be POZ now, he had read stories online and had jacked off thinking about it, but it was always just a fantasy. Now with two hot beefy bears next to him, he faced the reality of hot hot a cock infected with HIV was. Part of him wanted to explore they’re big, beautiful, hairy bodies. To sensually and slowly pleasure and be pleasured by them. But another part just wanted to be used by the big guys, wanted to give his body to their Infected dicks and become their toy. Cameron's flared mushroom cap of a cock rubbed against Keith's lubed up pucker and sent a shiver down the horny twink's spine. This was what it was all about, that first feel of an HIV infected cock on his assring. No matter how good dildos and vibrators were, nothing could beat a real live twitching, precum spitting bulging cock. Cameron took his time, rubbing his poison cock against Keith's pulsing asshole, slowly leaking slimy TOXIC discharge for a good five minutes before he began to slide in. Keith cried out in delight and lost his first load down Max's throat. “Theres a good boy, pump out your negative load and get read to take Daddies Pozitive Dick.” Max came off him with a smile. “Mmm yeah, negative cum always tastes so sweet and pure!” He said and licked his lips and watched his lover plow into Keith's sexy bubble butt. Cameron bent the younger man over one of the garden chairs and began to plow the boy much harder. “It is sweet, but he’s not going to be negative too much longer.” He grunted as his hand reached down to Keith's cock and found it was soon hard again so he started to stroke it. “Looks like our boy here is ok with that seeing how hard he is. That making your dick hard? Having an infected dick up your ass?” He said as Keith looked around for Max, hoping for another blow. Instead he saw the other bronze muscle bear lubing his ass. Max then spread a blanket on the picnic table and came and whispered in Cameron's ear. “How about we milk out his last negative load together, lets milk him together, my TOXIC ass and your TOXIC dick.” Max said with an evil grunt. Cameron licked his lips. “Fuck yeah, lets POZ him up together.” Cameron pulled out of Keith's ass and lay down on the table. Keith was at first disappointed to see Max go sit on Cameron's cock. But then Max lay down with his back to Cameron's stomach. 'Come over here neg boy stick your cock in my hole.’ Max told the boy. Keith, able to talk for the first time, was trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened. ‘You guys are both really Positive aren’t you? You both have HIV?’ He said, staring at the hole of Max as if hypnotized. ‘Fuck yeah we are.’ Cameron said slowly sliding in and out of his partner in crime. ‘I got infected ten years ago, and then made sure Max joined me. We both been sharing our strain ever since then.’ He said as he grunted. Max, his ass up and enjoying the fuck gave a moan and spoke up as well. ‘Best thing that ever happen to us boy, no more fear or doubt or worries. So come over here and stick your dick in my POZ ass next to his POZ Dick, and lets see if you can join us as a POZ son!” He said as Keith watched, stroking his dick, a tiny voice told him this was a bad idea, that doing something os risky and dangerous was wrong, but before he could stop himself, his cock made the choice for him. Keith approached and gingerly started to slide his cock in alongside Cameron's fat sausage. How the hell could one asshole handle two cocks, Keith wondered. But then the blissful sensation of rubbing up along the length of Cameron's cock while enveloped by Max's hot ass overwhelmed him. His brain shut down. There was no time for idle thoughts now; all he wanted to do was fuck. It was like having a mutual jerk off, blowjob and fuck all at the same time. Keith closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and stroked. Each stroke took him closer and closer to the edge. He tried to focus on his strokes, counting them in a desperate attempt not to shoot. The two bears could see him fighting back the well of cum and orgasm building in his balls and in his brains. Suddenly Keith let out a moan and started shivering and he knew it was all over. He bit his lip and emptied his balls while his whole body seemed to convulse in orgasmic ecstasy as Max squeezed his ass. ‘Yeah boy! Empty your load into Daddy Max! Give me all that sweet untainted negative seed and let me milk you of every drop!” The bear grunted and squeezed more. Keith’s cock went limp but it was wedged in place by Cameron's cock. He tried to pull out, but Cameron wrapped an arm around him. ‘Oh no you don’t boy, time for this Daddy Bear to bath your dick in his infected juices!” He said and lunged forward. Keith’s whimpered and squirmed as his tender dick was now squeezed both by the axe and the throbbing cock mashed tightly against his own. Cameron grunted and snorted like a pig in heat as he pumped out surge after surge of his tainted DNA. Keith felt the seed squirting and mixing with his own, feeling as if he would pass out from the sensation. Eventually Camerons orgasm faded as he slowly churned his load up against Keiths. ‘WOO YAH! Nice big load of my INFECTED seed in your guts Max, nice tainted cum to baptist our new boys dick in some fresh POZ Spooge!’ He said as max kept his hole tight, not letting a drop leak out. ‘Fuck yeah, but you both shot your loads, it’s time for me to blast my INFECTED seed, and there’s only one place I wanna feel it go.” He said as he slowly began to get up. As he did, Cameron knowing what his partner had in mind, gently pulled Keith down on the towel, sliding his dripping dick out, but trying to make sure Keith still kept his in side. Soon Max was onto of Keith and looked down at the boy like a Predator ready to devour its Prey. ‘How do you feel boy? Your dick is in a POZ hole, marinating in POZ seed, most guys would be scared and running away, but your dick is already starting to get hard again” Max said, squeezing his ass around the cock still inside him. Keith whimpered and looked up at the bear dominating over him, smelling his stink of sweat and loving it. ‘I, I feel good, I should be scared, but, oh fuck, I want more.’ He said as he laid back on the towel, feeling the grass under it and the warm Pal Spring sun. ‘Thats what I want to hear boy’ Max said as he finally got up, letting the kids dick slid out. As he did, he pushed out a hefty load of the cum inside, letting it cover Keiths cock. Before Keith could think about it, Cameron came up and started stroking it, rubbing all the mixed seed around his cock and balls. Keith knew that half of the seed would be POZ and infected, but he was feeling too good to stop it and Cameron continued to stroke him rubbing the cum around, sliding his finger around Keiths mushroom head to make sure some got inside. As he did so, Max hefted the kids Legs up. ‘Here we go, POZ seed on you dick, and soon POZ seed up your guts boy. This is what you need now and we are going to give it to you!” He said as Max’s fat plump vein covered bear dick began to slowly slide over Keiths ass hole. Max moaned trying to resist the urge to slam in all at once. But he wanted Keith to enjoy and to make sure he felt pleasure from getting POZ dick and POZ cum. Cameron began to help by moving his hands to Keiths nipples and begin to slowly stroke and pull them. A moan quickly followed as the two Muscle bears grinned. ‘Looks like our new boy has his tits wired right to his dick. Going to be fun making him twitch as he takes his new Daddies cock.’ Cameron said, still cum on his hands that he used it on Keith nipples, swirling his fingers around the boys tits. ‘Fuck yeah, work those tits and I’ll work this ass’ Max said as he started to push in. He had spent close to five minutes gently anointing Keiths hole with his TOXIC discharge and had relaxed enough to finally gain entry. The fat tip of his cock pushed in first, Keith whimpered and tried to pull back for an instant as Cameron held him down. The pain passed quickly and soon Keith was moaning as the fat infected cock of the Muscle Bear Max was pushing deeper into his guts. ‘Feeling good boy?’ Said Max as he fucked slowly. ‘Oh fuck yes, ugh, yes Sir.’ ‘Call me Daddy Max’ ‘Yes Daddy Max, it feels so good inside me.’ ‘Yeah boy? You like having infected POZ dick up your boy hole?’ Max said, flexing his dick to make it throb, knowing it was nestled up against the boys prostate. Keith moaned instantly. ‘OH! Yes Daddy Max, I love it! Please fuck me!’ With the words said, Max pushed forward and soon punched his infected bear dick deep into the hunger hole of the now moaning Twink. The hole blossomed open, ready to accept it’s new role as a taker of infected seed. As Max worked his HIV Positive dick into the boys hole. Cameron had moved around and was stroking his own POZ cock back to hardness, slowly pushing it into Keiths face. The boy instinctively began trying to lick and suck on the tip as Cameron continued to pull on Keiths nipples, making him buck and moan. Soon Max was pushing harder inside and with a sudden shiver and gone all the way. ‘There we are, Balls deep, I can’t wait to fill his hole up. I think he has the makings of a beautiful new POZ Son for us. What do you Say Cameron?’ ‘I say I agree, He already has my INFECTED seed swimming down into his dick. Before the day is done I think we really will be making him pregnant. I have wanted a new POZ Son, make a family all joined by my Strain.” Cameron said as Keith let out a huge grunting moan. ‘What do you say boy? Ready to become our new POZ Son?’ Max said, his big hands caressing the trembling teenager. ‘Fuck I Feel so good, I want this, I want to get pozzed!’ Keith shouted as pushed back as far as he could on Max’s big positive cock. The two bears looked at each other and knew the time was right. Max started to fuck faster and wrapped his beefy arms around the boy in a massive tight hug. ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family.’

Sunday was a lazy day for me. I looked on sniffles and found a student top home from college. He was straight but wanted to fuck a guy. I gave him address and he said he would be there in 10 min. He immediately texted me back and said his two buddies would like to come along 10 minutes later all three showed up They were all hot with big dick. They each fucked me All wanted it raw and loved to cum in my ass Great day

My advice would be to stake the place out a few times and get the lay of the land and the guys who frequent. Is their security? What’s their patrol time? Where are the cameras? Who is near on the sex apps? What does their profiles say? Is the place to busy for it to be worth it? If questioned, do you have a reason to be there? Do you look like you belong? Who come daily, or stays long periods of time (this usually means they’re picky and not getting off)? Do you have time to stop before anyone approaches or comes in? Who do u see there you know is fucking? Did this guy come alone or is their a family or GF waiting? All this stuff needs to come into consideration for your safety and enjoyment.

Well here it is, part two of, not sure how many more parts. not much Smut here, most wanted to try and transition things from the original story toward where I'd like to take it. enjoy! ==================================================================================== ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family!” Max had said as his thick hairy arms squeezed tight around the body of Ketih. The younger boy floating in a brand new world of dirty piggy fun he hadn’t imagined up until a few hours ago. As Max pounded his infected Daddy Dick up Keiths hole, his partner Cameron, grabbed the kids face and shoved his own HIV positive cock down Keiths Throat. In the middle, Keith moaned and gurgled and twitched as he felt his naked sweaty body pushed between the two. His own throbbing cock mashed down into the somewhat course fabric of the worn beach towel that they were all fucking on. The heat of the sun and the feel of grass made his body all the more sensitive. Max had been holding off for a while, but felt his cock start to twitch as he squeezed Keith all the more. “Fuck boy! Here it comes, here comes Daddies infected load!” He grunted, an instant later he bellowed like a Bull in Heat as Keith felt the HIV positive cock explode deep up his guts. Max’s body shuddered as he road out his orgasm, reveling in his unmedicated load pumping deep up the boys unprotected ass. A few moments later Cameron grunted and shot his load as well, filling the boy from both ends as they collapsed panting in the hot afternoon sun. Cameron pulled his cock from Keiths dripping face, giving the plump tip a squeeze to milk out a last few drops of jizz as he stood up. “Going to go grab some more beers and some water, you two love birds enjoy.” He said, shaking his cock as he turned and went into the house leaving Keith and Max behind. Max chuckled and squeezed Keiths well build but still smaller body as he flexed his now semi hard cock inside the kids ass. “Well you’ve done it now kid, thats some prime High Viral seed soaking into your guts right now. You might not be infected right now, but I can sure as hell promise you will before you leave here.” He said, licking the sweat from Keiths back and neck, kissing him softly as Keith moaned under him. The two stayed locked together, Keiths mind on fire with what had happened, yet made no attempt to remove the infected cock from his hole as the two lay together. Eventually he gave a muffled grunt, and Max leaned to his side. “What was that sexy boy?” “I said, Its, ugh, its hard to believe you’re not on meds, both of you, you’re so fucking hot and well built. I thought guys with HIV looked more, wasted.” He said, his mind starting to realize a bit more of what he himself might end up like. Max started to chuckle. “Cause we usually are on meds boy. Your Daddy Max and Cameron like to stay in good shape and keep fit, that means taking our pills like good little pigs.” He said as the sound of a door was heard. “Yeah, except when Pride swings around, thats our fucking time to cut loose and let our Virus have some fun.” Said Cameron, coming out holding an ice cooler full of beers and some water bottles. He popped a can and started to chug as he took a seat on an old plastic lawn chair. Max grunted and started to stand up, pulling Keith up as his now limp cock finally fell out of the well fucked hole. “A while ago we decided to get out Poz Freak on and loved how empowering it was to have the Virus pumping through our cocks again. Ever since, we take a ‘vacation’ each year at Pride, making sure our big bear cocks are nice and Toxic for young horny neg holes like yourself.” Max said as he grabbed a can for himself as well. Still weak on his knees, Keith Stood uncertain as he listened to the two hot bears, both now sitting down with cocks still dripping. “F-Fuck thats, messed up, you go off your meds on purpose, to infect other guys at Pride?” He said, moving to get some water, feeling like he was still caught in a fog as he felt his body drenched in sweat and cum trickling down his well fucked hole. The two bears looked at each other and laughed. “This is Palm Springs at Pride boy, there’s probably more guys here infected with HIV then anywhere else in the country right now. Shit, if not infected with HIV, then infected with ‘Something’” Cameron said with a laugh as he pulled up another cheap plastic lawn chair, offering Keith a place to sit. As soon as he did, both Bears dropped a large beefy arm around him, fingers gently playing with his naked skin. The two settling into a long rehearsed routine of ‘Bad cop, worse cop’ as they teased Keith towards his inevitable corruption. “Yeah, and right now I can bet at least a third of those guys are also off meds. Trust me Kid, whether you admit it or not, you coming here is a step towards embracing becoming a part of our family, and embracing who you were meant to be.” Max said, before down to pat between Keiths legs. “Family? You mean becoming your ‘poz son’?” He said stifling a moan. “Something like that, look this is a lot to take in I know, but I don’t think it was an accident you ran into us out on the hunt. I know you’re still pretty out of it, taking your first load of Viral Seed can do that. How about we take a rest, clean up, let your take in what your future has to offer.” Cameron said, as together he and Max got another groan from Keith. The two looked at each other and grinned. It wasn’t long after, that the three had gone inside and cooled off. The house was like a lot of homes in Palm Springs, built in the 50’s with a lot of cinderblock and glass. Keith asked to take a shower, but both Daddies agreed they liked smelling off sweat, cum and piss. As the AC cooled down their bodies and relaxed Keiths brain, they took the chance to ask more about Keith and his trip. He lived in a little suburb in San Bernardino and was currently going to college. He’d come up for the weekend and had checked in at a cheap motel. And while he’d bottomed every now and then, he much preferred to be on top. After a while chatting, and some more water, and some more beer, Cameron looked up. “How you feeling Kiddo?” He asked, genuinely curious now that the buzz of sex had died down a bit. Keith was silent for a moment as he looked between the two hot daddies on either side of him. “Scared? Excited? Horny, I feel like I should go to the nearest hospital, but, I also feel, like…” he trailed off and Max leaned over. “Like you need more don’t you?” He said. “YES! Its fucked up! Im a top, usually, I don’t get fucked much, and I usually play safe, but all I can think about is getting more cock inside me right now!” He said, and then felt something inside him change. “You are half right kiddo, what you need, is more POZ cock.” Max said, and before Keith could respond, he leaned over, giving him a thick deep kiss and thrusting his tongue down Keiths throat. The two moaned deeply before Max pulled away. “Alright sexy, here’s the truth, we got you marked for a cute innocent boy to take home for a quick randy Poz fuck and pass our seed along too. But I think we didn’t count on making such a, connection, with each other. Being POZ is more than just being infected with HIV, you heard us earlier, it frees you, liberates you, and connects you to becoming a part of a family bigger than you can imagine. You’d become not just our Poz Son, but you’d be a part of all those that carried this strain before us. The essence of hundreds of gay men flowing through your body.” Max said, leaning in close to Keith, and licking his neck. Keith moaned, Cameron chuckled. “Thats one way of putting it. Daddy Max likes to be a bit, dramatic, but he’s right about the Virus changing you. Meds or not, Toxic or medicated, once infected, you will become a part of something bigger.” Cameron said, as he looked up at an old clock on the wall. “Ok here’s the deal. It’s the Friday of Pride weekend, and just after 4 o’clock. If you want this, like, REALLY want this, then you go back to your motel, grab your stuff, and meet us here at 5 and spend the rest of the weekend with us. If you do, you are going to take our loads, and a bunch of other unhealthy men. By the time you leave on Sunday, you will most likely be pregnant with your Daddies strain of HIV.” Cameron said as he watched Keiths eyes glaze over. “Oh, Fuck…” was all he said as he tried to fight his growing lust with what his rational brain was saying was a very bad idea. About twenty minutes later, Keith had cleaned up, got his clothes back on, and headed out the door. Watching him go down the street to hail a cab, Max and Cameron, leaned against each other. “What do you think sexy, he coming back? Or do you think he’ll run scared?” Cameron said as Max leaned over, thrusting a finger up his hole. “Both, you saw the look in his eye, he’s scared of course, but we both got our mark left on him. He’s body might not be infected yet, but I know his brain is, he won’t be able to help coming back for me” Max said with a grunt before closing the door. “If he does come back, what should we do with him, aside from the obvious. “Like you said, its Friday night of Pride in Palm Springs, there’s a dozen fuck parties going on, but there’s one special one I know we can go to.” “Oh? How special we talking?” “Heh, Special like Big Sig is in town, and is going to be throwing a party at the ‘Castle’” Max said, and the two began to laugh.

I cruise regularly at the video stores in my area. Over the years, I have never run into someone I know until recently. About a month ago, I was at one of the video stores. The store only has a few open theater rooms and no booths. It was late morning and the store was not busy. There were only 2-3 people. Shortly after I entered, I went into one of the rooms and at the entrance I saw someone was jerking right next to the video control panel on the wall. First I only saw a cock and slowly moved closer. Without making eye contact, the guy signaled me to play with his cock. As soon as I lifted my head and made eye contact, I saw my neighbor. He took another quick peek on me and I think he saw me too. I quickly backed away and moved to a different room. After a while, I moved around and didn't see him anymore. He probably left quickly after our unexpected encounter. Since then, i have tried to avoid him but we have spoken a few times and pretended nothing had happened. Although our interaction has not been really awkward, I could imagine that it would be more difficult for him than me. I am gay cruising guys at a video store and my neighbor is married with a woman and has kids. He is supposedly to be "straight". I am out to neighbors and they are all very friendly. We regularly socialize at gatherings. Our encounter reminded me of seeing the same neighbor last year at another video store but I was not 100% sure. That video store is very dark with gloryhole booths. My neighbor was there before I got to the store shortly. As I was adjusting my eyes for the darkness at a corner after I just entered, I briefly saw someone resembled him leaving the arcade. Last week, I was at the same video store again. I was there first. After not too long, he came in and walked past by me. This time I could see him clearly. I think he didn't see me because his eyes had not adjusted to the darkness of the arcade. As soon as he walked past me and all the way to the back, I went into a booth trying to avoid him. A few minutes later, I came out of the booth and did a quick survey. I didn't spot my neighbor. Because it was not busy at all and two adjacent booths were occupied, I knew he was in one of the booths. Through the door crack, I saw his back and he was being sucked by a guy through a gloryhole on the other side of a booth. After some sucking, he signaled the guy to join him in the same booth. The guy quickly came out of his booth and joined him. I went to the vacant booth and watched the guy on his knees sucking my neighbor's cock. All I could see was my neighbor's hairy ass through GH. A few minutes later, they were pulling up their pants and I thought they were done and ready to leave the booth. I remained in the booth so I wouldn't run into him when he left the store. To my surprise, my neighbor came back to the same booth a few moments later. The booth where I was in was dark because the video system was not working (see photo). I could see him clearly through the hole but he could not. After he returned, he dropped his pants and started stroking his thick fat cock as I watched through the hole. It is the cock I remembered seeing at the other store. As I watched, I was really hesitant whether I should motion him for his cock but I just could not resist. As soon as I stroked my finger across the hole, he promptly stuck his meaty cock for me. I grabbed his cock and gave a few gentle strokes, then I started sucking. Every time I deepthroated him, he would push his cock more into my throat. After some sucking, he started fucking my mouth. I always take it as a cue that it is time for me to present my ass. During my oral service, I had lubed up my hole with spit so I was ready. I grabbed his cock and put it into my ass. He just started fucking me until he shot a hot load in me and I could feel his cock pulsating. Needless to say, I was completely in disbelief but satisfied at the same time. My "straight" neighbor just bred me through a gloryhole and he didn't know it was me. This is one of the hottest encounters I had and I can't stop thinking about it. It is really weird for me to think about how he had sex with his wife and his load had made kids. I know his wife and kids and he had bred me!! I guess this is the reason why I prefer anon sex with blindfolds - only cock and ass without any stories attached to them. Now I am pretty sure that he frequents video stores and cruises for gay sex. My encounters with him tell me that he was not selective about who sucks his cock and who he breeds. He simply wants to enjoy a moment of m/m sex and gets off. As much as I enjoyed his cock very much, I really hope that we don't run into each other again. He is a cool neighbor, a loving father and a devoted husband. He deserved to be free for being who he is briefly when he is cruising and not to be paranoid about being seen by me. Maybe his wife knows that he likes to have sex with guys? I probably will never know. Thank goodness for this forum. Otherwise, I would have no place to let this out and had to take this to my grave.

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Part 8. I am out of my mind with pure lust. She has put me in some kind of chastity device that feels snug but not uncomfortably so. In my ear, “Don’t worry. It’s pink too and you look so sexy, girl.” I’m fucking loving her calling me girl. Instead of trying to feel my new device, I reach around to play with my plug. “That’s it, Jamie. Focus on your pussy like a good girl. Do you need a bigger plug yet?” “Yes, please,” I answer quickly and we both laugh which breaks up the trance I was slipping into. She has me kneel on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and then gently pushes me down on all fours. I feel her pull out my plug very slowly and when it’s completely out, I drop down my shoulders automatically and picture myself in a whorish face down-ass up pose. “Mmmm, look at you, you’re a natural. You sure you’re a virgin, girl?” I think back to when Marcus said I was a natural and it makes me think of his glorious cock. “This one is bigger so I want you to slowly inhale through your nose when I tell you too and-“ “No no,” I cut her off. “I’m not going to do any of that stuff he made me smoke last night.” “It’s not that stuff. You ever do poppers before? They’ll help your pussy loosen up for this plug. That’s all,” Trish says in that sultry voice. “Trust me, Jamie. I’m going to be with you the entire time.” I do trust her. I’ve heard of poppers but never tried. They sell them OTC so how bad can they be? I start to slowly inhale until she tells me to stop and hold, then exhale when she says and do it again with the other nostril. About 20 seconds later, I feel a rush of warmth wash over my entire body and hear Trish say softly, “You feelin alright, baby?” I just arch my back more and moan loudly. Then I feel her pushing something big into me and stop once it’s in a couple of inches. My God that feels so good, I feel myself starting to push back against it first slightly and then in one thrust, the entire plug is in me and I’m still pushing back harder. “Perfect, Jamie. You look so pretty right now,” Trish says as she squeezes my ass cheeks with both hands…very hard. I’m pushing back into her strong hands and moaning. I feel her hot breath on my ass as she kisses it and then gives it a small bite. “Oh!” I squeal as it sends a shiver up my spine and I lift my ass higher, “Please!” asking for another. She chuckles, spanks me playfully and says, “later, girl.” I don't think I've ever been so horny. I mean, I've put several plugs and other toys in me before but this one is special...and it even tingles a little. Almost a burning feeling? “Are you ready to see a sexy woman, Jamie?” Trish’s voice snaps me out of my daze. “Yes, I’ve never felt like this. It’s like my whole body feels strange,” I say. At least I think it was me. Trish takes my hand and guides me into the bathroom. When she has me standing in front of the full-length mirror, she asks, “Are you ready?” and pulls my blindfold up and off. I really can’t believe my eyes. I look in the mirror and then at Trish. Then at the mirror and at Trish again. What she has done is truly remarkable. I didn’t think my face could ever look so good without a series of surgeries. I had thought that Trish was going to make me look trashy after how she had talked to me at the dollar store. Now doubt, she had to use a lot of makeup to transform me…it was literally caked on my face…but my eyes really stole the show. She had managed to make them look smokey, sexy and somehow bright. I have very thin lips but Trish had managed to make them much bigger. They were lined with a smokey rose color which was darker than the neon pink that it outlined. Completing my look were silver hoop earrings. My pink lace bra had small breast forms that were perfectly concealed and felt like the perfect size. The chastity device was a matching pink and was covered slightly by a white silk thong that had the word “virgin” in pink across the front. “Turn around,” Trish said. I look at my butt in my thong…and I see it…a Queen of Spades tattoo (temporary) I was blown away and told Trish just that. “You look just about ready and that’s good because they are 10 minutes away. Let’s get you in your heels and ready for Marcus.” My heels are white 6” stilettos and getting ready for Marcus meant that I was going to answer the door when he knocked. Although less that 24 hours earlier I had swallowed this man’s cum, I still had butterflies in my stomach. I was checking myself in the foyer mirror when Trish walked over to me and said, “You look perfect, girl,” as she gently turned me around and placed one hand on my butt and squeezed firmly. She put her other hand on my chin, pulled it forward and kissed me with her soft lips and open mouth. I opened my mouth and accepted her tongue…as it snaked its way around, I moaned as I tried to suck on it. “Not now, Jamie,” Trish said and as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. “I think that’s for you,” Trish says and I mouth her a silent “thank you.” I open the door and there is Marcus and Keith. They look a little confused at first but then realize it’s me. “Look at you. Damn, Trish, you are my sissy maker, ain’t you.” “Please come in, gentlemen,” I say with a voice that is now coming to me with little effort. “And listen to you,” Marcus says as he and Keith walk in and head towards the small kitchen. “I had nothing to do with that,” said Trish. “She surprised me with that too.” “Good, good,” Marcus said while looking me up and down. “MmmMmm, You feelin good, Jamie? C’mere. Get me and Keith a beer while we get a look at you.” I move deliberately in my heels past both men and open the refrigerator door. I see the six-pack of Heineken on the bottom shelf and smile. “Is Heineken ok?” I ask in a low whisper. I don’t wait for an answer and bend at the hips to fetch two bottles. “Bring them in here, our little Queen of Spades,” Marcus says from the living room. I take the two bottles and when I walk into the living room, Marcus is standing at the door to the bedroom talking to Trish and Keith is getting undressed. “Me and Trish gonna have a little talk while you take care of my boy Keith.” “OK…I mean, yes sir, Marcus.” Keith is standing in front of the sofa in boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his big cock. I hand Marcus his beer and walk over to Keith who takes his beer and looks down at the floor. I know he wants me to kneel, so I do and look up at him submissively. He just nods at me and I reach up and pull his boxers down, releasing his beautiful black cock. I gently grasp it with both hands and start stroking it. As it starts to grow, a steady stream of precum leaks from it and glistens as I stroke from his balls to his head. “Here,” Keith says as he puts an open bottle of poppers under my nose. “Go slow with these, sissy.” I remember to inhale slowly but I forget to hold it so Keith tells me to do it again…all while stroking his cock which is now a rock hard 8” and when I start to feel the warm rush, I could swear it said, “Put me in your white sissy throat right now.” His cock is at full staff when I try to shove as much as I can into my hungry mouth. When it hits my throat, I gag. Keith has one hand on the back of my neck and holds up the poppers with the other, “Take a deep breath in through your nose and hold it.” As I’m doing just that, he adds, ”You’re gonna love this, sissy. Now suck on the head a little.”

Matty was on his knees, his arms tithed tightly behind him. A thin red collar was around his neck connected to a chain in one of Daddy Tom’s hands. A big plug stretched his ass, Daddy Tom’s huge piss load rumbled in his guts, starting to cramp. His full lips suckled and nuzzled on Daddy Tom’s huge cockhead, the long shaft half plump with blood. Daddy Tom relaxed with his thighs spread, a big can of beer sitting on the arm of his big wooden throne in the center of the dungeon. In the arm that rested on the side with the beer, he held the leash. In his other hand, a long thin cane. He used the chain when he wanted Matty to take more of his cock in his mouth, and gave the boys forehead a slight push when he should just nuzzle the head. He had filled the boy’s mouth with piss dozens of times, making him hold it until there he gave the sign: a sharp crack of the cane across Matty’s arched back and perfect muscle ass, his long arms allowing him to move the punishing blows around the smaller man’s body easily. The kid looked amazing, and clearly loved having Tom’s big fat cock in his mouth. But he was starting to really sweating and he could tell the boys insides were cramping from the movement of his flawless abs. He also knew from experience that the boy was just about where he wanted him, Tom having slid several big shards up the boys hole before plugging it, the chards making his potent chem piss even stronger. At first, Matty had been a wild thing, the potent chems clearly making him want to get fucked by whatever was available. But even a strong kid like Matty, clearly in great shape and well trained in sexual service, could only hold this position so long before the pain of the giant piss load cramping around the big butt plug got the better of him. It was time for Master Tom to fist that hot ass. Master Tom filled Matty’s mouth with piss, and quickly hit him with the cane, doing this five times in quick succession as he felt relief in his bladder, adding five more stripes to Matty’s back as the boy swallowed the loads on command. As Tom began standing up, the little stud struggled to keep the big cock in his mouth, fearing Master Tom’s punishment. “You can let my cock fall out of your pig mouth, boy,” he said, raising him up. “Head over to that toilet.” Tom commanded, “You can pleasure my cock while my piss drains from your hole.” Matty was back in the sling, the stripes on his back stinging a little against the leather. Master Tom had sprayed him with a disinfectant spray, enjoying Matty’s hiss of pain. Matty was so fucking spun, all he could think about now was his deep need to be stretched and taken. Tom had blind folded the boy then had given the boy about a 1/4 gram of Tina nearly all at once, using his long fingers to push it deep inside Matty’s hole and into his second ring. As the boy started to beg and moan, Tom then proceeded to fuck Matty again, constantly punching into the boy with his big cock head burying it to the hilt. One of the advantages of having a cock bigger than the diodos most men could take, was that Tom could get a boy opened up pretty damn well with his giant tool alone. Master Tom reached over to the top shelf of the small rolling shelving unit upon which he kept all the tools of leather magic—from tit clamps to electrified gear to muzzles—and picked up the long, horse-cock-shaped dildo he needed, already lubed up and ready. It wasn’t much longer than his cock—14 inches—but it was thicker, starting out around 7 1/2 inches. It got progressively thicker as the shaft went down, ending in a spine tingling 10 1/2 inches of circumference. He sprayed the big cock lightly with water to reactive the lube—thinking how he really should fill a bottle with his chempiss as a toy moisturizer—and held it near Matty’s ass swinging on his big cock. He pulled his cock out suddenly—no surprise to Matty there as he’d been getting punch fucked by the big dick for 1/2 an hour straight—but instead of Master Tom’s big dick Matty felt the larger stretch of the big dildo slide smoothly into his hole. Matty gave a little cry as the big head entered his second ring. The intensive fucking and the cramping he’d endured had really loosened him up. But the big dildo was still pushing relentlessly into him, stretching his entire hole at once, without the prodding and shifting afforded by Master Tom’s big questing cock. He started panting as the dildo’s thick middle stretched his inner ring by an inch, then another. Master Tom saw the change in the boy’s face, and stopped the fast entrance, holding the boys ass steady. “Breathe, boy,” he said, “Remember your breathing.” Satisfied the boy was relaxing into enjoying the stretch he pushed the horse cock smoothly and mercilessly into the boys hole as Matty cried out. He smiled—he wouldn’t do that when he used the bigger size on the boy next, as it reached almost 16 inches—but this toy wasn’t much deeper than the places in the boys ass his cock had been opening for hours. Matty had been getting dildo fucked for a couple of hours now. Once Master Tom was satisfied his ass was open, usually only after his hole was squelching around the big silicone monsters in Tom’s seemingly never-ending collection, he increased the girth a bit. He gotten Matty to take things a bit deeper, but he wasn’t using the kinds of long snakes, some ribbed and some smooth, but all of them flexible, that Daddy Mark used when he wanted Matty to go deep. Instead, the cocks were firmer and thicker, but none went much deeper than the second big horse cock Matty had taken. For Master Tom had one goal tonight. He wanted to see Matty’s asshole wrapped around his elbow. He didn’t need to take the boy deeper than that—that could take even a lifetime asspig months or even years of training to get to—but thanks to Daddy Mark’s obsession with deep asswork and Daddy Bill pushing Matty with his own big fists and arms, he was sure he’d get Matty there soon. Matty grunted as he felt the familiar burn of a small bump of Tina being administered. But then he felt the burn in another part of his ass, it was as if Master Tom acted in his capacity as a high priest of fisting and anointed the kids hole for each of the four corners of the compass. Letting the four bumps—collectively nearly an 1/8th of a gram—begin their work on the boy’s hole, he removed the blindfold. He wanted to look in the boys eyes—the beautiful grey lost in the black of the high—and hear him beg. Master Tom was big enough—and Matty short enough—that Tom could put his face right up to Matty’s while his big hand toyed with the boys hole, beginning the big stretch he would soon give the kid and further activating the Tina he’d just given the hot little men. “You remember how I said you should never be ashamed to tell me what you need, boy,” Master Tom said gently. “Tell me what you need right now, tell me,” he commanded. Matty gazed at him adoringly, lost in a haze of lust, his body relaxed and tired out just enough. Everything Master Tom had been doing to the boy piling up on each other, his body broken by his submission and need for pain, his hole open and supple from hours of deep fucking with Master Tom’s giant cock and collection of carefully-chosen tools, each step designed to bring Matty into the orbit he drifted in now: “Please sir, please,” Matty begged, actively trying to push his ass down onto Master Tom’s huge fingers. “Please fist my hole, please take me, stretch me, fist me” Matty chanted, as Master Tom gladly obliged.

Matty was on his back in the big, free-standing bathtube, his ankles cuffed to a spreader bar suspended from the ceiling, and he was flying. Master Tom had laid out three huge lines for him to do, right after he’d blown a huge load down Matty’s clutching throat. Matty could still taste the salty cum, Master Tom’s essence permeating his mouth. “You will take all your other chems up your boyhole,” Tom had declared. “You will receive them directly from my hand or from the piss coming from my cock.” Matty had smiled, looking forward to taking this journey with a man like Master Tom, “Thank you, sir.” Master Tom adjusted the water pressure slightly higher, relishing the moan the increased stretch brought to the 25-year-old hunk bound in the tub. “Relax around my big water cock, boy,” Tom commanded, “relax your hole and let the water just run out.” Tom watched Matty take a hit of poppers and was pleased to see him then starting playing with his nipples in an attempt to do as commanded. Water had run clean probably 15 minutes ago, and they were now in his favorite part of this signature perversion of his—gently opening a man’s hole as deep as possible, getting that ass ready for his big cock and even bigger fist. He slowly started fucking the boy with the rod, watching closely, finding the boy’s current limits, and then with a slight spinning movement of his wrist, using the changed motion of the water inside to create new openings and push the hot little man’s limits just a fraction deeper. Matty groaned. He’d played this way many times, as first Daddy Bill and then Daddy Mark had installed a deep clean device in their basement playrooms, copying from the pictures and knowledge Master Tom had shared with them. But Master Tom had invented the damn thing 20 years ago, and he realized that those years of practice meant Tom had a special way with it, as evidenced by the fact that the thing was now buried 2/3rds of the way up his guts. Matty took another big hit of poppers, and then suddenly the world fell into perfect balance, “Fuck me, sir,” he said, “fuck me.” Settling, not for the first time and not for the last, into the supreme pleasure of relaxing into Master Tom’s magical command. Matty was absolutely letting go now, giving a little cry of ecstasy every time Master Tom’s 13 thick inches drove deep into his hole. Master Tom was riding Matty hard now, the boy’s hole fluttering and still struggling a bit to open on the way in, and then on the way out the little man’s hole clutched and tightened, as if sad the big warm tool was leaving. Master Tom had given Matty a pretty big booty bump once the boy was clean. Then, as the substance took hold of Matty’s body and he began to beg, Tom slid into the boy’s fiery hole. Master Tom was really abusing Matty’s hole now, changing positions and stretching it in all directions. Matty was loving it, an expression of pure pain pig pleasure on his face. Both Matty’s hole and Master Tom’s cock were slick with xlube. But while other men needed a water bottle handy when fucking to occasionally mist their cock and keep the xlube slick, Master Tom did not. For Master Tom’s prodigious sexual advantages included the ability to piss basically whenever he wanted to, including with his rock hard cock buried deep in a slut’s greedy hole. This served not just to allow him to piston fuck a hole, but also meant the bottom associated him fucking them with an ever-evolving and growing hunger, as Tom’s chem loaded piss was repeatedly and steadily absorbed into the tender lining of their ass. After fucking the hot little muscle man for over an hour, his huge rod pistoning-in-and-out of the increasingly gaping hole, Master Tom knew it was time. Delivering a series of hard punch fucks, pulling his big cock, expanding with every thrust, all the way out and all the way into Matty’s second hole, Tom’s thick inches helping prepare Matty’s ass for the fisting to come, he came, great ropes of come. The minute Matty felt the hot geyser—fuck, the hot man was so deep inside him it felt like he was coming in Matty’s stomach—he began to yell just a second after Master Tom, his body experiencing his first big anal orgasm of the night. Matty was shaking and quivering, screaming in ecstasy as his ass went crazy around the big cock. As he felt the final gush of cum inside him, Master Tom was still going wild with pleasure, leaning into to bite Matty’s nipples and pecs. “That was a fantastic ride, boy,” Master Tom smiled, pausing to look into the boys face, wet with sweat and red from the slaps Tom had delivered during the hard fuck. “Now I’ve got a treat for you,” he sighed, as Matty felt the big tool start to deliver a giant load of chempiss deeper than any he had ever received from a warm cock. “Gotta get you ready for your ride on my big arm,” Master Tom said, already lost in the fantasy of the boy’s velvet hole wrapped around his bicep. +++

Well, due to popular demand, I started, finally, trying to write up a "part two" to the story. The tone and dialog will be obviously different since I'm writing it vs how the original story was done. Going to try and keep the way everyone "sounds" similar to the story. Got a teaser of the next bit for those interested: """"" ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family!” Max had said as his thick hairy arms squeezed tight around the body of Ketih. The younger boy floating in a brand new world of dirty piggy fun he hadn’t imagined up until a few hours ago. As Max pounded his infected Daddy Dick up Keiths hole, his partner Cameron, grabbed the kids face and shoved his own HIV positive cock down Keiths Throat. In the middle, Keith moaned and gurgled and twitched as he felt his naked sweaty body pushed between the two. His own throbbing cock mashed down into the somewhat course fabric of the worn beach towel that they were all fucking on. The heat of the sun and the feel of grass made his body all the more sensitive. Max had been holding off for a while, but felt his cock start to twitch as he squeezed Keith all the more. “Fuck boy! Here it comes, here comes Daddies infected load!” He grunted, an instant later he bellowed like a Bull in Heat as Keith felt the HIV positive cock explode deep up his guts. Max’s body shuddered as he road out his orgasm, reveling in his unmedicated load pumping deep up the boys unprotected ass. A few moments later Cameron grunted and shot his load as well, filling the boy from both ends as they collapsed panting in the hot afternoon sun. Cameron pulled his cock from Keiths dripping face, giving the plump tip a squeeze to milk out a last few drops of jizz as he stood up. """""

Part 16 I gasped loudly and took a deep breath as I felt Kevin's hard thick shaft sliding slowly and nonstop into my just-fucked hole. Not so much from pain, although there was some briefly when he first entered. I gasped mainly from the feeling of my asslips being stretched wider than Drew's cock had done. Kevin's cock was thicker than Drew's and I was immediately feeling the difference between the two. Despite the discomfort though I quickly felt the pleasure of this new experience of being opened so wide and so full of cock. I had felt totally stuffed when Drew was inside me but this was completely different and I relaxed my hole all I could to give Kevin an easier entry. “Yeah, buddy, that's it. Open up that cummy hole and take my cock,” I heard Kevin growl in a deep voice. “You are so damn tight man! Feels so good around my fat dick. You're liking it aren't you? You're liking your cheating ass stretched wide with another dick, huh?” I was jacking my dick furiously as Kevin sank further inside me. Covered in sweat and finding it hard to speak much I looked at Kevin and groaned out, “Oh gawd yes! I'm loving it! Your dick is so thick! Aw yeahhhhh!” I felt something in my hole that I hadn't felt when Drew was fucking me. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt great and I moaned even louder, rolling my head from side to side surrendering to the sensations. “I just breached your second hole, Justin,” Kevin informed me. “I see it on your face that you just felt it. I'm all the way in fucker! You got all 9 inches of me in your fucking married hole man. You got it all!” The fingers jacking my cock stretched down between my legs and I felt the base of the thick meat buried in my guts. I felt the hairy nuts against my ass knowing that their load would be emptied inside me before long. I was eager for every drop! “Full,” I mumbled. “I feel so full.” And then Drew's voice close to my ear. “You are full Daddy. Full of another hard bare cock that's going to fuck your sweet partyed-up married ass until it explodes and fills you with more cum. Mixing with my incest cum already inside you.” “Aw fuck yeah!” I panted. “More cum. I need more cum in my fucking hole.” “And you're going to get it Daddy. Lots more,” Drew continued as he knelt next to my head and rubbed his wet sticky cock across my cheek. “In both holes,” he said as he pushed his cock against my lips. “Open up Daddy so we can give you two dicks, one in each hole.” I moaned in heat and hunger and parted my lips as Drew fed me his turgid meat, all the way to his balls. We both groaned at the feelings of sensual satisfaction. As I began moving up and down on the dick in my mouth I felt Kevin move his cock slowly from the depths of my ass. “Suck that cock Justin. The cock that just fucked your ass and came in you. Makes me need to fuck you and give you my load too. Get ready man for another breeding!” Finishing his words I felt him ram his whole pole back inside me, knocking the breath out of me. I screamed in a mix of surprise, pain and pleasure but with my mouth full of cock it was nothing but a muffled sound. Kevin didn't give me time to get used to his much fatter and longer cock. He just kept thrusting in and out, in and out, again and again setting the nerve endings in my ass on fire. I don't know when it happened but at some point I realized his deep relentless pounding was feeling good. Better than good. I managed to spread my legs open a little more. “Fuck yeah, dude,” I heard Ryan say. “Spread your legs wide open Daddy Justin. You want all of that fat cock don't you?” I mumbled a “yes” around the dick filling my mouth. “Yes we know you want it Daddy,” Drew said as more of his precum leaked down my throat. “You can't get enough dick can you sexy? Or enough cum or fuck smoke,” he whispered pulling his engorged spit-soaked cock from my lips. Panting I took his shaft in my fist and told him – told them all – that he was right. I couldn't get enough of any of it. I wanted more. Suddenly I saw Drew's hand holding the pipe as he offered it to me and lit the fire under it. I sucked hard and deep, just like Kevin was fucking my greedy manhole. I didn't think I could get higher or need cock and cum and ass more than I already was, but two fresh hits off the pipe had me begging for Kevin to fuck me harder, to make Drew's Daddy Justin their cum slut. It was as if somebody else was talking as I heard the filth coming out of my mouth, but I knew I meant every word. Kevin grabbed my shoulders and leaned down to shove his tongue in my mouth. We slobbered in each other's mouth as his cock moved even faster in and out of my ass. Finally, Kevin pulled away from my lips and with a look of wicked pleasure on his face said, “You ready cum slut? Are you ready for another hot load of jizz to flood your married guts?!” Pulling on my hard nips I returned his look and cried out, “Yes! Fuck yes I'm ready man! Cum in me, Kevin! Please breed me stud! Give me your fucking seed!” Kevin rammed hard back inside me and bellowed and screamed as I felt his cock unloading deep inside me. “You're getting it you hot fucking pig! You're getting every dirty drop! Knocking you the fuck up!” As we both howled in carnal pleasure I was vaguely aware of Drew saying, “Yeah Daddy Justin. Take his gift. Take it all.” I was too focused though on Kevin's cock and cum to give a second thought to Drew's remark. (to be continued)

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

Part 14 I lay there on the picnic table with the back of my head against the wooden slats and my eyes closed, feeling the waves of erotic indescribable delight wash across my naked sweat soaked body and through my racing drugged up mind. Relishing the just-made memories of the best damn sex I had ever had. Sex like I could never have begun to even imagine just a week ago. And I was dimly aware that as I played over and over in my mind of how Drew had taken my cherry ass I had no regrets. But even more I realized I felt no guilt knowing I had cheated on my wife. And realizing that only stoked my horniness and readiness for more secret wild fun with the three naked hot horny men I was with now. Not knowing I was doing it I caught myself rubbing the thumb of my left hand back and forth across my wedding ring. A dark smile crossed my face as I softly whispered, “She doesn't need to know.” I felt Drew's still-hard cock move inside my ass as he swayed his hips left to right, causing me to open my eyes. Drew was holding himself up on his lean strong arms his eyes locking onto mine. He had a devilish sexy grin on his face. “That's right, Daddy Justin. She doesn't need to know anything at all. She doesn't need to know how her man loves and needs dirty raw sex with other men. How you can't get enough of the fuck smoke and letting it feed your craving for cock and cum and ass. And she doesn't need to know how much you enjoyed feeling your married ass stuffed full of dick and flooded with hot cum. Cum from your own son's cock and balls.” Hearing Drew talking so filthy made me moan loud and deep. For a split second an image of my son Jeremy flashed across my mind but I quickly let it slip past as I felt my “new son” Drew begin to thrust his cock gently in and out of his “daddy's” hole. “You DID like feeling my hard cock pounding your hole, didn't you, Daddy?” I ran my hands up both of his arms, placed them behind his neck and pulled his face toward mine. “I fucking loved it, son! It was unbelievable!” Drew slid his tongue into my welcoming mouth as he started to make his movements between my legs a little faster and a little more forceful. Breaking our kiss Drew whispered seductively, “And you want more don't you stud? You want – you NEED – your ass fucked again and to have it filled with more cum, right?” “Hell yes! I want more. You're right, son. I need more. Please!!” “And you need more fuck smoke too doncha?” I heard Kevin say from next to me, his words immediately followed by the click of the flame that would make more of the clouds. My guttural moan was all the answer he needed and in a second he was slipping the stem of the pipe back between my lips. I wasted no time pulling the smoke deep inside me like the tina whore I had already become. As I blew out a 3rd consecutive cloud I felt Drew's hand grip my throbbing dripping boner and begin stroking it, at the same time stopping the thrusts of his cock into my needy hole but leaving it inside me. I moaned and writhed on my back feeling the electric jolts of pleasure his hand was giving my dick. “So you want your cheating married ass fucked and bred again, huh?”, he said softly, teasing me. “Oh fuck yeah! Please! Fuck me. Breed me. Fucking please!” I begged. “Then tell me, Daddy. Whose dick do you want to fuck you next, Kevin's or Ryan's? You're going to get fucked and bred by all three of us don't worry. But which one gets inside you next, Justin?” I almost came as his words registered on my brain. I hadn't thought about the other two guys fucking me but now the idea filled my thoughts. Damn! Who did I want pounding my married cheating daddy hole next??!! (more on the way soon)

Part 13 I was reveling in the intense and absolute pleasure my chem-fueled hungry hole was experiencing from the deep hard unrestrained thrusts of Drew's hard insistent cock in and out of it. There was no pain as I had felt when he first slid his young bare cock inside my virgin hole. Now there was nothing but a growing need and eagerness for this hot gorgeous stud to fuck me for hours if he wanted to and to fill my ass up with his tina cum over and over. Correction, I heard my mind say. To fill my cheating married daddy ass up with his tina cum!! I ran my hands across his sweaty smooth pecs and started to play with his hard nips. “Yeah, son. Fuck me baby! Fuck your daddy's horny manhole with your thick raw hard son-cock! Make it yours son! I want to feel my jock son shooting his thick warm cum deep inside my guts! Please son...fuck me!” From beside me I heard Kevin say, “I told you how much you'd love a cock up your ass didn't I buddy? Just like Drew and Ryan and I all do. Your ass is hooked already isn't it?” he asked with a lewd chuckle. “Hell yeah it is man! You know it is! It feels so fucking incredible!” I turned my head in the other direction as I heard Ryan's voice. “And it feels even more incredible, Daddy Justin, if you keep sucking the glass cock and letting the fuck smoke magnify everything you're feeling with a cock stuffing your ass.” My eyes were locked on the once again full bowl on the pipe as Ryan moved it toward me, slid the stem between my ready open lips and lit the flame making the white smoke swirl and thicken. I wasted no time sucking on the pipe and letting the smoke enter my lungs and body and very soul, knowing it was controlling me. And I wanted it to! “Yeah Daddy, suck that fuck smoke in deep, just like your tight warm ass is sucking my cock deeper inside your guts,” I heard Drew whisper in a voice hoarse and full of lust. “Your no-longer-cherry ass sucking your own son's raw cock deeper into your partyed up cheating married ass. Eager to be filled up with our family's DNA when I breed you with my cum. My incest cum, Daddy. That's what you want isn't you sexy dirty fucking stud?” I felt my cock throb violently and felt a new arousal in my mind when I heard Drew say the word “incest”. It was so wicked and decadent and wrong...and it WAS what I wanted from him. “Oh hell fucking YES son! Fill daddy's cheating hole with your ropes of incest cum. I need it so bad my sexy fucker. Give me every damn drop of your incest cum! Do it! DO ITTTT!!!!” I think I heard Ryan and Kevin both say something like “Hot fucking Damn! Beg for it man!”. But what I heard for sure and clearly was Drew shouting out, “Now, Daddy! Here it cums right-the-fuck now Daddy. Filling your sweet hole with your son's dirty incest seed!” And with a powerful thrust into my stretched hole I felt Drew's cock throb and swell inside me followed by spurt after spurt of fresh hot cum coating my insides. Coating them with my son's incest cum! (to be continued)

Meanwhile, Billy was now naked and leaning over the back of our black leather lounge chair while his big black invader was eating his ass. Jamal must have thought that was a good idea. He and the other guy I was sucking both already naked and rock hard. They pulled me over to the end of the couch… Groped and Pozzed 4 Jamal laid me out on the couch with my head on the armrest and he just sat on my face with his sweet chocolate hole right in my mouth. “I immediately began to lap away at his sweet was while at the other end my legs and ass were being lifted and supported by some pillows. I then felt a very large and stiff cock at my entrance. I could hear muffled sounds of Billy being fucked on the other end of the couch while my fucker was slowly jamming his cock into me. For the second day in a row we were being used as black man’s toys. Over the next 3 hours, each fit black god bred us at least twice, all over our home. Jamal was by far the cruelest reminding us that we are taking his poz load and that BBilly was being turned into a bottom boy slut like me because of me. At the end of the poz fuckfest, Jamal and his crew of young hung black swordsmen led Billy and I on our hands and knees to the shower and one-by-one they each emptied their bladders on us. Making us drink, getting it into our eyes and noses. They left us there in the shower as they left to get some food. Jamal told us to shower and clean up in case they come back for me. Billy looked at me like this was all my fault, but he finally admitted he saw Jamal flirting with me at the club and he wanted to test my loyalty. He paid Jamal to take me out to the car and see how far I would go. He did not know I would fold so easily. He, also, did not know that Jamal and his crew were all poz until Jamal fucked me in the car. He watched Jamal break me down so easily and then caught a glimpse of his tattoo and knew right away that Jamal was going to poz me. Even though, I had cheated and was willing to bring up the “bug” to our bed he still loved me. So after i went back into the club, Billy convinced Jamal and his friend to come over later that night to fuck him and me again as much as he wanted to until we were both pozzed. I asked how he did that. He assured me that car got quite the workout that night, and was fucked quite well long before Jamal came over later that night. As Billy told me this story of or share treachery. I got rock hard. I pushed Billies face down into the couch. I shoved my 6inch cock into his well-fucked and soon to be pozzed ass. I fucked him as hard as I could. My cock actually felt larger pumping in and out of Billy’s cunted hole. I began to giggle. Billy looked over his shoulder at me. As I pumped my load into Billy’s pozzed hole. I told him I had been cheating on him for months, and had been taking prep to keep us safe. I had known that Jamal was poz, but I was safe. While I was an ass for cheating on him. I was not bringing anything home…unlike him. By the time Jamal got back to the house, I was gone. Leaving Billy to come to terms that he had pozzed himself in an act of love/revenge, and to deal with Jamal and his crew of big black angry poz cocks. I peeked inside the window as I snuck away from the house. He was like a white speck awash in a sea of blackness. For a moment, I was jealous of him, but I knew I could find another pipe-swinger like Jamal at the club again. And no Billy to weigh me down. Maybe, i will drop PReP and take my chances I hope you all liked this ending. I wanted to close it out because I know I have several open stories Joey Hit me up I love hot chat, cam and/or phone v

My last load is from my neighbor at the same gloryhole. He bred me for the third time and I think he still doesn't know it is me. Now I know when he wants to fuck, he would go to the ABS with GH and only oral at the other ABS with open theaters. He usually goes to the one with GH on Thursdays. When I don't see his car on the driveway on Thursday, there is a very high chance that he would be at the ABS cruising for mouths and holes. So I went to the ABS with GHs, thinking that my neighbor would be there. When I got there, I didn't see his car in the parking lot. I thought he probably went to the other one so I went on my business as usual. To my surprise, he actually came in later than his usual hours. As soon as I saw him, I went into the dark booth hiding and waited. Unfortunately, the booth on the other side was taken. I stayed in there and it must have been four guys came in and left until my neighbor finally came. He first used the flashlight on his phone, probably making sure someone was in the other side of booth. Then, he unzipped and dropped his pants and started stroking his meaty cock. I motioned with my fingers through the hole and he promptly stuck his cock and balls for my oral service. I didn't suck very long and he started fucking my mouth. I knew he wanted to fuck my hole which I happily obliged. His cock felt amazing. It didn't take long until he shot his load in me and I shot mine without even stroking my cock. After he ejaculated, I turned around and sucked his cock clean. Then, off he went. Don't you think tops would remember the ass and hole after a few times? I certainly would. This thread has been like my secret diary. Well, it would be dramatic if my neighbor is also a BZ user and reading this thread. If this sounds like you, DM me please 😉

I feel like most cum dumps I meet are either poz, trying to be poz, or like to parTy. Nothing wrong with this but are there any guys out there who like to take anon loads from strangers at bath houses but want to remain neg? I am on prep and don’t do drugs other than poppers and 420. I don’t wanna be pozzed but I also love letting big belly daddies and strangers breed me. I go to the bath house once a month and I take anon cock with a blind fold on and let a couple people breed me. Anyone else feel the same? Not seeing many guys who are like me. I would love to hear from you.

Do any other bottoms like caging themselves? My ex used to cage me a lot of the time, especially if we had a group of tops over to fuck and breed me, or if we went to a darkroom. Just recently I have found it more and more erotic to cage myself, and i have found that tops really like caged bottom boys. One of my regulars only fucks me if i am caged and I now give the tops the option if they are going to fuck me one on one. I have found being caged, arse up appeals to a lot of anon tops. And in a darkroom or sex party scene it takes everything else but your holes out of play.

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.

Matty kneeled before Master Tom, naked except for a tight leather cock ring and the little sterling dog tag saying “Property of Mark Stern” nestled between his pert pecs. His little perfect cock, the blue-black skin on his cock and balls matching his hair, was rock hard. This was gonna be so hot, he thought, although there was also a little nervous flitter in his stomach: Master Tom was a legend, famous for getting what he wanted. Master Tom slowly circled him, enjoying the kid’s pale blue-white skin. He stroked the spot where Matty’s commitment tattoo marked him as Bill’s boy. “I like that you show commitment to your primary and secondary alpha on your hot little body,” Master Tom breathed, nipping at the kids little ear. Reaching down, his enormous hand completely surrounding the boys small cock and balls, he said “A man always needs to know who to ask for permission to use an owned boy.” As he hand closed tight like a vice, crushing Matty’s cock and balls easily, he breathed “And both you and your daddy said I could make you my boy for this weekend.” The night before, Master Tom had leaned in a corner of the DC Eagle near the dance floor. At 71 years old, he remained an archetypical hot leather man, his body in better shape than many men 1/3 his age. His cropped hair was full salt-and-pepper, his handsome face a little craggy now, but it went well with his air of confident masculinity. He was 6’1” and his big muscular arms displayed a red leather band on his left bicep, his long arm ending in enormous hands. Through his open leather vest, his bare chest was broad and defined, his dark brown-black skin gleaming, contrasting with the small fist pendant nestled between his big pecs. He no longer had a six pack—he wasn’t immune to age—but no man complained about the hard, flat stomach that remained. His tight jeans revealed muscular thighs, and his huge feet looked even bigger in the old-school black boots he wore. Just visible at his crotch and running down his thighs was Master Tom’s not-so-secret weapon: 13 real inches long, and six real inches around, Master Tom’s cock was legendary. His cock’s insatiability matched only by Tom’s relentless pursuit of deep fisting. Master Tom was intently watching the dance floor, and in particular one group of men. His husband and leather sub for four decades, Simon, dancing with two of his favorite twinks, both boys co-owned by men he liked and respected. He really wanted the slightly older man, Teddy. He looked so much like Simon at that age it made his heart ache. Simon still looked great at 62, his lean definition matching the younger man’s body perfectly. Teddy was shorter—5’6” he figured, to Simon’s 5’9”—but Teddy’s angelic face and dark blonde air reminded him of Simon at 25 when they met. But he would never have Teddy, because Teddy saw Simon as a mentor, someone who had given him relationship advice early on when he started living with his demanding Daddy (and Master) Mark. There was no hang up about fucking with friends: Tom and Simon had lived through the sixties and 70s and had fucked like 99% of their friends over the years, but Simon was probably right: even a weekend with Master Tom would change the way Teddy related to Simon, and so Teddy was a no go. But the other twink, Matty, now that was one hot boy. Matty only had been a part of Mark and Bill’s group for a year and a half. Master Tom had been here at the Eagle the first time Bill showed off Matty’s tattoo of commitment, made at the one year mark, the initials WGB— William Galway’s Boy—making his little perfect ass an even more inviting target than ever before. Mattty was a little stud muffin, there was no better way to put it. Matty was 5’4”, his incredible muscle definition evidence of his life-time pursuit of dance. He looked sensational with Bill, Bill’s pinkish skin contrasting sharply with the boys pale blue-white skin, almost like fine porcelain, his smaller perfect muscles complemented Bill’s broad shoulders and huge biceps. His torso was a defined V, ending in a tiny little waist, and his pecs were a little more pumped and prominent than they were a year ago because he and his Daddy Bill pumped iron together in the big gym on Bill’s farm. Master Tom loved the kid’s oversized areola surrounding his nipples, shiny now with the silver bars his daddies had given him. Matty wore his silky blue-black hair a little long, grazing his shoulders, and Tom imagined holding it out of the way as the boy wrapped his beautiful scarlet red lips around his big cock. He knew he and Matty would look sensational together too, Master Tom’s dark arm disappearing inside Matty’s clutching white hole. Well, that is if Bill agreed to his plot to have little Matty spend the next weekend—four days for July 4th—with him while Simon was in Chicago visiting family. Simon had raised no objections—Matty was in the category of regular friends whom Simon had no problem being a horn dog with—and was a little disappointed not to get to participate. But Simon knew that once Matty had a taste of a weekend of sex with Master Tom, that Matty would be back. Because if Matty’s Daddy Mark was an assmaster, an adept of the dark arts of fisting, Master Tom was a high priest of the inner temple. With over 50 years to develop his command of the colon, Tom was more than just a master of fisting, he was a fucking fist fuck magician. Matty was now standing, bent at the waist, his wrists bound together and pulled towards the ceiling behind me and above his back. Rope bound his legs together tightly, and his little cock and balls were pulled back through his legs, the same rope that bound his legs also bound his balls tightly, so any movement in his body caused the rope to tighten around his balls. Master Tom knew his ropes and Matty felt that mastery with every blow, as the rope’s movement made his balls ache in time with every stroke. Matty was bound right next to Master Tom’s cleaning station, looking directly down into the big free-standing bathtub, the crazy looking deep clean tool coiled inside. It was a Master Tom signature creation, a long flexible deep-clean shower shot affixed to about 20 inches of narrow rigid tubing by spongy waterproof tape. Matty’s perfect muscle ass was already bright cheerful red, marked first by Master’s big hand, then the ping pong paddle, and now a big wooden paddle with holes. “Seven, sir,” he managed, after grunting hard at the pain of impact. Fuck that hurt, he thought. Master Tom smiled, naked now except for his rock hard cock, and a harness, the black leather showcasing his big chest, flat stomach, and drawing the eye to his monster cock. The boy was still sober. He’d have Matty do some lines before he deep cleaned his ass. He knew the boy’s leather pack played sober more than they played high—no group of men with that collection of leadership responsibilities could do otherwise—but Tom wanted to take Matty on a particularly piggy journey that the drugs would enhance—and truth be told, enable. After Matty reached “20, sir,” barely able to speak from the pain of the muscle man striking his ass. “Your daddy said you were natural pain pig,” Master Tom stated, “I think you did pretty good taking that little beating.” Tom continued, “Bill also said you have a hot mouth,” slipping his thick tool into Matty’s delicious mouth,”We’ll see about that.” Giving one last lustful look at the hotness of the three timeless twinks dancing together, Tom went to look for Bill and Mark. Spying them leaning together outside on the bar ‘s small patio, Tom went up to say hello. He liked and respected these men. Both had gotten where they were in life through hard work and being smart. He knew Mark was a lawyer at a big firm downtown, but unlike most DC gays with fancy careers he could care less what other people did for a living. He was pretty standoffish before he knew people, and not a big extrovert, but having his sunshine boy Teddy in his life meant Mark knew more people now. Bill was also just his kind of man—a hard working man who had did regular guy work. And while he found their respective boys hot as fuck physically, they were also solid young men with good heads on their shoulders. After shaking each man’s hand, Master Tom looked directly into Bill’s eyes. “Simon is going away for the long weekend,” he said, “I wonder if you would allow your boy Matty to spend some time with me that weekend?” Turning quickly to Mark, he said, “Mark I find Teddy incredibly attractive—he looks exactly like Simon did when we first met—but he and Simon are close and my having Teddy be my boy for even just a weekend would make Simon feel awkward, so I gotta do what my boys asks.” Mark smiled wistfully, “Oh I know all about that. I would love to have Teddy train with you, I think he would get a lot of it, but I agree: his friendship with Simon is too important to him to get messed up.” Turning back to Mark, Master Tom smiled, “What’ll it be, Bill? Can your little hot stud be my boy next weekend?” Bill said, “We gotta ask my boy. In our pack the boys don’t have to go with anyone that don’t want to be with. We don’t want them to feel like prostitutes.” He paused and grinned, “Unless being whored out turned them on, of course. I would say Mark and I would probably do almost anything that turns one of our boys on.” He then looked serious, “Let me ask my boy so he knows it’s totally his decision. He’s from Texas and might feel like has to accept because he wants to oblige you.” Bill then smiled wickedly, “Honestly, Tom, I think you can probably make plans on it happening. My boy has a daddy fetish that runs as deep as the iceberg that downed the Titanic.” It was Master Tom’s turn to smile wickedly, “Well tell your boy that after four days with my big dick, my big mitts, and a solid supply of top-grade crystal, he may have a hole that runs as deep as that iceberg.” As the men laughed, Mark piped up, “Fuck no don’t tell him that. Our little man is already enough of a horn dog as it is. If he hears that then Bill and me aren’t getting anything done in the next week—except for fisting that boys incredible ass!” Laughing, Master Tom raised his beer and turned to go, “Looking forward to hearing more.” As predicted Matty was interested. He hadn’t had sex with anyone outside of his leather family since he joined it. He didn’t really need anyone else—even just one of his daddies was more than enough for him—so Matty knew he could go the rest of his life just with them. BUT, fuck Master Tom was hot. He was in many ways a muscle daddy equal to Daddy Bill. But he had one that thing turned Matty on that his own daddy didn’t: salt and pepper hair. And Marty had zero complaints about Daddy Mark’s rock hard tool or Daddy Bill’s thick nine inches. But he’d heard Daddy Tom had an extraordinarily big cock and he wanted to get fucked hard by that monster. So like an eager kid on his way to the candy store, he started bouncing around the Eagle looking for Master Tom. Matty spied him at the bar, talking low in the ear of his boy Simon. As he bounced up getting more excited the closer he got to the gorgeous man, Matty found he was smiling big. Simon, long wise to the ways of new conquests in an open relationship, drifted away into the crowd. “Hello sir,” Matty said, putting his little hand out to shake Master Tom’s enormous paw. “I am Matty, Bill and Mark’s boy. Your boy Simon is my leather bro Teddy’s friend,” Matty continued, suddenly nervous. “I know we’ve met before and not really chatted much,” He swallowed, it had been a while since he had done anything like picking up a guy in bar, “ummm…my Daddy Bill told me about your idea for next weekend.” Matty suddenly looked down, feeling shy and pretty sheepish, “Here’s the thing sir, if you don’t mind, could you ask me the question directly? I appreciate you being so respectful and having Daddy Bill ask me, I really do.” Matty then looked into the older man’ eyes, seeing their rich brown color flaked with what seemed like gold, taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and looking Master Tom straight in the eye, he finally continued, “It’s just, sir, that most big muscle men are only into other big muscle men. So when I hear a big muscle man wants to spend time with me it makes me so hard.” “So, please, sir,” Matty said bravery gone and looking at his feet. Master Tom grabbed the hot boy’s ass with one hand, squeezing the hard bubble butt, and smiling he said, “Matty, you sexy little man, never be ashamed or afraid to tell me what you are need.” Tom used one finger to raise the boy’s head so he was looking in the those gorgeous pale grey eyes. “Matty, boy of Tom and Mark, would you like to spend next long weekend in my basement dungeon and be my boy for four days?” Matty’s face light up and he leaned in, rubbing his now rock hard little cock through his jeans onto Daddy Tom’s growing monster. “Fuck yes, daddy” he said, rubbing hard, Then unable to resist, he put out his small palm, looked down, and gently squeezed the giant tube, looking up into the older man’s face, “Oh fuck daddy, oh fuck yes.” Tom pulled him close and began making out with Matty, filling Matty’s little mouth with his much larger tongue. Fuuuck, Tom thought, this was going to be a great weekend. Across the room Bill, Mark, Teddy and Simon were watching the interaction. Bill said, “100 bucks says he’s asking Master Tom to ask him directly.” “I am with Daddy Bill,” Teddy agreed, “Hearing a muscle man so much as breathe his name gives my pack brother a hardon for days.” Mark laughed as Master Tom drew Matty towards him and asked him something while looking directly into his eyes. “Here it comes,” Mark observed, and they all started laughing as Matty started rubbing his crotch on Master Tom’s legs. And as they started to make out, Simon quipped “There’s an ending no one saw coming.” Then his voice turned serious, “My master looks so fucking hot with your boy.” Mark, Bill, and Teddy all watched intently, Teddy’s fingers flew to his nipples as Mark and Bill squeezed their now rock hard cocks. “Fuck right he does,” breathed Bill, “My boy’s so hot he’d look hot with anyone.” +++

So I obviously get under stall, and have watched a lot of clips of guys doing it. My question is how do you know when to do it? I’ve never really picked up on when to foot tap. Or when to slide hand under the stall. Would love to hear advice and how you guys know when to make it happen.

I've written my perspective before on BZ, but it bears repeating: I simply adore cumdumps. These are men who have done the introspection, come to their self-realization, done the work (or, in some cases, had it done to them), and arrived at their self-realized Truth. I'd trust my wallet to a cumdump before I'd entrust it to some haughty, self-centered Top. I know I'm in the minority on this particular thread, and I don't care. Without the dedication to their sublime calling, where would we Tops be? Going hungry - that's where.

It's working. Your ass pic looks great 🙂

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.

Advice: THOROUGHLY RESEARCH PIERCING PLACES (maybe even travel a bit if you find one kindof far away) AND MAKE SURE YOU'RE GETTING SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE DOING AND WILL BE EASY TO GET IN TOUCH WITH IF THERE ARE COMPLICATIONS. If it's cheap, it's probably a place you should stay away from. I believe mine cost about $200 CAD (piercing + 6ga jewelry). DO NOT shop for low prices with this. My experience: The tube they put in your urethra is more uncomfortable than the actual piercing IMO. I left the original bandages on for probably 8-9 hours before removing them. The first 72 hours was a LOT of blood. Like, I would recommend taking time off of work, or working from home, because it was a lot of blood, constantly. Pissing for the first few days was painful, especially if not hydrated. I would fill a cup with cold water, put the cup in a bowl for overflow, stick my dick in the cup (submerged in the water), and piss. It made it painless. After 72 hours, the blood stopped almost entirely. After about 2 or 3 weeks, I was able to comfortably go running again. Avoid putting your dick in any holes for at least 2 months I would say. It's my favorite piercing (2 in each earlobe, both nipples pierced as well). Well worth it.

Somehow, to me this brings to mind the Little Rascals or Dennis the Menace, or Little Orphan Annie, more than a cumdump-fucking Top. But I may be showing my age here…

Hi @ErosWired! I think the expression that comes to my mind is, "...that it takes 'one' to know 'one'". I am suggesting that whatever societal shade is thrown at anon bottoms should also reflect equally on the tops who seek them out. Maybe it does or doesn't exactly work out that way, but that's my two cents. I simply call it supply finding it's demand. I have no moral objection to any of it. Sincerely, it's my preferred method for a fuck. P.S. I agree with @NWUSHorny that sex is never about a financial transaction for me. It's where I also tend to draw a line...except for that one time as a desperate college student when I did try to pimp myself out (and unsuccessfully, I might add).

There is a lot going on here, and while I'm not normally into forced feminization...or cross dressing in general,, this is hotter than Mike Tyson in 1987. Fuck Man!

Hot as fuck! Totally agree about open or cummy holes. A tite ass might milk my cum or kill my hard on like a condom does. It seems a lot of cubby, beefy, chubby guys have silky soft fuck holes. Probably why my skinny ass likes fucking their phat asses 😝

What a great story, loved finding and re-reading it. Got me hot and horny

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.

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..

Teddy was getting a deep fuck himself, maybe the deepest one ever. He was in the bathtub with his arms bound somehow to something behind him that he couldn’t see. His one arm was free enough that he could huff on the bottle of poppers at will. His feet were up over his head, giving Daddy Bill easy access to his ass. The blindfold was off so he could see as his daddy fucked him with the long narrow tube, water gushing out around it. “Master Tom told me about this little device,” Daddy Bill had said, as he showed Teddy the long rubber tube—he recognized it as a deep-clean shower shot like his Daddy Mark sometimes used on him. But instead of being flexible, this one was affixed to a rigid tube about 20 inches long, the whole thing padded smoothly with some sort of spongy waterproof tape. Figures, Teddy thought, rolling his eyes, that thing looked like the kind of crazy Frankensteinian asspig invention he would expect from Master Tom. Master Tom was one of the perviest 70-year olds in DC and his fisting parties were as legendary as the enormous size of his cock. Daddy Bill had grinned evilly at Teddy as he adjusted the temperature and turned the water on to a low flow. “Master Tom said he can make his boy Simon sing when he turns the pressure up a bit,” Bill shared. Simon was Master Tom’s husband, his leather sub for 40 years. He was an absolute sweetheart, and Teddy had gotten relationship advice from him several times. Bill continued, “Old Tom told me where to buy a pressure regulator for safety. He says this is one of the best ways to clean a boyhole deep, and there is never any blood,” Bill had said, starting to playfully use the water on Teddy’s lower body. “Master Tom said it’s to the point where he can make Simon come hands free,” Bill smiled, “Just from the pleasure of this big water cock fucking his hole.” Big water cock was right. Teddy groaned as Daddy Bill adjusted the pressure upward a bit. Every time he did it it felt like his hole expanded, just like it did around a big inflatable. Bill gently quested deeper, fucking Teddy with the long stick. It was now 2/3rds buried up Teddy’s ass. Teddy took another hit of poppers and suddenly everything clicked. His worry and overthinking about the strange device up his hole melted away. “Deeper daddy, use me deeper,” he cried. “Gladly, baby boy, let me fuck your hole,” Bill replied, smiling at the thought of Mark humiliating Teddy by cleaning his hole from the start with one of these. Teddy was going to hate that, knowing he couldn’t have any privacy to release his waste as Daddy Mark took another step in controlling his hole completely. And Bill was glad to help, he thought, increasing the pressure just a smidge more and watching beautiful Teddy squirm.

I would have to see it to comment about it in an informed way, but I can imagine several factors contributing to it not bringing a halt when it should have. The first thing that comes to mind to ask is how many people were involved in the producing of it - if it was essentially just a couple of guys including the cameraman, it could have been that the cameraman was in a position where he was being paid to do one thing - capture footage - not to be responsible for the nature if what was being captured. In such a case, if there was no external monitor for the camera, it could have been that the cameraman’s was the only eye in a position to see the blood, and not in a position to respond to it. If the blood appeared in the sequence immediately leading up to Cutler’s climax, I can also imagine a reluctance, however inexcusable, to interrupt that progression that was going to provide the footage needed to complete the project. I can see such a reluctance being reinforced by the actions if Cutler himself - one of the hallmarks of his performances, and one of the reasons I find watching him so compelling, is that one gets the sense when he is nearing climax of a bull animal whose breeding drive is too powerful to be controlled, and simply has to be endured. Frankly, I’m not sure he can control it himself. I should think he almost certainly would have been unaware if he were breeding bare and not looking down at the site. What does strike me as odd is that the view of blood would not have been cut from the final release. Even if it were overlooked in the moment, it absolutely could not have been missed in the aftermath, nor in the editing process. I only hope that the bottom sought care promptly - significant bleeding must signal damage somewhere, and neither an anal tear, or worse, a bowel perforation, can be left unattended.

On the one hand I agree, and notwithstanding that I believe that TIM could find enough performers willing to do some truly insane things (that shant be named), there is the *should they* question as well. At the same time though, what made TIM great (for me at least) wasn't the latest stunt per se (some like 1000 loads were cute but the gangbang that ensued wasn't the most inspired compared to the catalog, for instance), it was the commitment to pursuit of hedonistic debauchery in the portrayals that advanced the piggery. I feel like more recent titles have the same quantities of dicks shooting loads in holes, but they haven't been able to find new talent that can exude the same degree of intensity. And I think it's a problem across studios as well as a good percentage of fan sites, that there's a lot of talented tops and bottoms that can marathon fuck and visually produce great content, but it doesn't feel special or intense anymore. TIM has lost its edge in consolidating pigs, not just barebackers. Or that's how I view it.

This reminds me the first experiences with my current guy! He told me the same - "it's not like porn! You're not forcing like poz guys I saw on videos" He really seemed the 18-years-old guy of the story but he was, is, a 53-years-old who had no male on male sex experience at that time. Having a caring person guiding you is a wonderful experience, I had it and now I allowed my man to live it too

After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. Groped and Pozzed 2 My fiance, Billy, jumped up from the bed and went to answer the door. I remained in bed leaking cum from both my unnamed pozzed bbc hook-up from the bar earlier this evening and my fiance. I had never been so slutty in my entire life. I wanted MORE. I heard mumbles and moans coming from the front room. So, I went to investigate. I found Billy sucking off two well hung black guys. The guy from earlier who Billy was deepthroating his nearly 8 inch cock ordered me to get my mouth on his buddies cock. His buddy, who’s named “I learned later was Ty, had an equally as impressive cock the unnamed black cock in the backseat of the car. Billy bobbed up and down on the massive cock that was in my ass and his ass just hours earlier, and now we were both naked in our own living room sucking him and his friend off. We had our home invaders rock hard slobbering on their oversized cocks. I felt Billy run his hand up the crack of my ass and with the lube from his fucking and the BBC he was now sucking. Jamal, my backseat fucker, nudged his buddy Ty to check out what Billy was doing. Ty snickered and lifted me up from my knees and shoved towards the bedroom. Jamal guided Billy right behind us. Ty and Jamal flopped us down on each side of the bed so our heads were next to each other. Billy and I were both naked and the massive black men that were about to fuck us were just as naked as we were. Billy’s 7 inch hard white cock was dwarfed by Jamal’s oversized 8+ cock, but Ty had to be 9 or more inches. I thought for sure he would split me in two. Ty was a black god, he stood about 6’4, not an ounce of fat on him, two dark biohazard tats at his belt line as a warning to anybody who dared to get that close. I dared. I was willing just knowing that Jamal bred both me and fiance just hours ago and here he was set to do it all again. Almost like they were in sync the slid their huge poz dicks into mine and Billy’s bare asses. We yelped in pain and pleasure. Our fuckers high-fived each other across the bed as they both fucked us silly. Ty told Jamal that he was right, I did have a great pussy. Jamal quipped that he knew cause he has had us both. Tonight, even, he exclaimed! But he was here now to make sure it stuck in both of us. They pounded our holes for a good 30 to 45 minutes. Ty was very vocal about his off-the-chart viral load and he was going to knock me as he was potent that Jamal. Jamal was telling Billy that my cunt was better than his and that he was going to share his tainted load with me instead of Billy unless Billy begged for it. Billy was brought nearly to tears hearing that I was going to get Jamal’s tainted load instead of him. He begged Jamal to poz him and not me. They unloaded their tainted loads into each of us unturned asses within seconds of the other one. Their black bodies crashed on top of us as Billy and I shot our negative loads onto our bellies. Jamal pulled free of Billy and then pulling free of me Ty shoved me into the shower. Where I soaped his dark body, cock and ass. HE spread his cheeks apart and I ate his ass. I could tell he had been out dancing, but it was the sweetest ass I had ever eaten. When he was ready he pivoted in the shower blocking all the water from hitting me while I knelt before his semi-rigid member. He squeezed my cheeks till I opened my mouth. With my mouth agape he aimed his piss cannon towards my open mouth and let loose a torrent of piss. He filled my mouth, telling me to hold it in there for a bit while he pissed on my head, into my eyes, across my face and down my chest. I was never really into water sports, but this left me with a raging hard on. Ty rinsed himself off leaving me there with a mouthful of piss while still drenched with his piss as well. When he was done he allowed me to swallow it and rinse off with orders to go sit on the floor in the living room. Meanwhile, Billy and Jamal were going for another round in our bedroom with Ty joining in. More to Cum I will be traveling some so the next few may be delayed

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Alright guys, here is part 2 of Peter's perspective. Again, there is a condom used here, but that's because Peter hasn't been turned into a poz pig yet. Give him time. He'll be coming around soon enough. So will Lewis. This is also the longest chapter I've written. I hope I've filled it with enough jerk-off material to satisfy. Enjoy. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 20: Peter takes Lewis (part 2) I thought my legs were going to crumble beneath me as I tasted him, this man who was opening himself to me in ways no other man had done before. I could taste his tears as I was sure he could taste mine. Images of all the men I had ever wanted to kiss but had been afraid to appeared in my mind, ending with Lewis’s perfect face. Lewis broke the kiss, staring at me. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t be,” I told him, trying to catch my breath. “Don’t ever be sorry for doing that.” “No,” he said. “I’m sorry that I ran away. I just… I didn’t know what to do. I was so surprised.” “I understand.” “I mean, I’ve never…” he trailed off, looking down at his feet. I reached out and gently caressed his arms, squeezing his muscles lightly. “It’s alright,” I said. “I haven’t either.” “Really?” I smiled. “I mean, I’ve wanted to since I was your age. Younger even. When I played basketball, I had a hell of a time hiding my boners in the showers. I’d see someone attractive, strong, hung,” I moved my right hand to his chin and lifted his gaze back to my eyes, “someone like you.” A small smile turned his lips. “I’ve never thought of another guy like that,” Lewis said. “Never?” He shook his head. “Well,” I started, knowing I was rocking a boat I wanted to keep from sinking, “why didn’t you run off to the principal? Why didn’t you take a swing at me? I mean, if you didn’t feel this way—” “I didn’t say I didn’t feel this way,” he corrected. “It’s just, I’ve never thought of another guy like that.” “Oh,” I said, my head looking down at my feet. Lewis’s hand reached out and directed my eyes to his, a smile completing his gorgeous face. “Until now.” I stepped back and sat on the edge of my desk, Lewis joining me. We sat silently next to each other and I felt as if I was back in high school. Yes, I was literally in a high school, but I felt as if I was young again, trying to gain the courage to speak to my crush. In some way, I was, even though I’d already kissed him. “When you started saying all those things,” he said, “when you started saying all of that, I was scared. I knew what was happening. For a second, I wanted to run out and find someone to tell. I wanted to hit you as hard as I could. I mean, you told me to break up with my girlfriend, and now you’re hitting on me.” “I promise that’s not why I told you to do that,” I told him, though I was wondering if there wasn’t a small part of me that had done so. “I know,” he said. “After I left, I don’t know, something felt wrong. I felt as if I was running from something I should have been running toward. It was like every step felt cold. I thought about what you said. I thought about feeling your heart racing,” he reached out a hand and placed it on my chest. I could feel my heart quickening. “Feeling your heat, and smelling you, even through your shirt. Something in my head clicked. I don’t know what it was, but the second I came back and saw you again, I just knew what I had to do.” I smiled, wanting to burst into tears. Never had anyone spoken about me like that, not even my wife. At times, I felt as if was a chore to be around me. I knew my wife didn’t want my around much of the time. Now, here was a young man, someone who could have anyone he wanted, but he came back for me. I leaned toward him and kissed him again, resting my palm on his cheek. “I’m glad you came back,” I said. “Me too,” he told me. His smile faded. “What’s wrong?” “Well,” he said, looking around us. “There’s a lot wrong. You’re my teacher and my coach. You’re, I don’t know, forty something?” “I’m thirty-six,” I told him, feeling the blow. “You’re married,” he continued. “You’ve known me since I was a kid. Plus, we go to the same church. What do you think they’d say?” “They don’t like the idea of you fucking your girlfriend,” I told him. “I know what they’d say.” “Aren’t you worried?” “I’ve been keeping this a secret for a long time,” I said. “I’m not worried because I’m not planning on telling anyone. You shouldn’t tell anyone either.” “I won’t,” he said. “I mean, all we did was kiss.” “That’s true,” I said. I looked at him, noticing his eyes wandering over my body. Though I had observed him for a while, I was realizing that this was the first time Lewis had been looking at another man in a sexual light. I was his first. I was the one who could shape him. “Do you…” I started. “Do you want to… do something more than that?” He stared at me, a slight fear in his eyes, mixing with a hunger I knew all too well. He nodded slowly. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Well,” he said, eyes looking me over. “Can I, I mean, if you want—” “Whatever you want to do,” I interrupted, “I can guarantee I want to do too.” “Can I see what you look like?” he asked. “I mean, naked?” Never had I imagined hearing those words, especially from another man. Yes, I had been naked in front of men before, having played sports, but now, having another man wanting to see me naked, caused a slight terror to fill me. What if he doesn’t like what I look like? What if I’m not what he likes? He doesn’t know what he likes, I reminded myself. He’s new to all of this. This is your chance to show him what he likes. “Alright,” I said, standing up from the desk. I went to my office door and closed it, locking it. I turned back to Lewis, noticing that he had been watching me as I walked away, his eyes focused on my ass. I smiled. I first took off my shirt, revealing my hair chest, a nice coating of brown fur to show how much of a man I was. I wasn’t a muscle god, but I was strong. You could tell that I took care of myself and worked out regularly. I was proud of the way I looked. Seeing Lewis’s reaction boosted my spirits. He smiled and left the desk, eyes focused on my chest. “You can touch it,” I said, puffing my chest out. Slowly, Lewis reached out a hand and placed it on my chest, his fingers running through the hair and feeling my warm skin beneath. “Wow,” he said. “You like that?” He nodded. “I wish I had hair like this.” “You will,” I told him. He gave me a quizzical look. “I might have jerked off to pictures I found of you in Florida. I saw pictures of your dad.” “Yeah, he’s hairy like you.” “I’m sure you’ll start looking grizzly-like once you’re a bit older.” I imagined an older version of Lewis, and I could have cum just from the thought. “I hope so,” he said, his fingers digging further into my hair. “It feels amazing.” His hand ran down to my stomach, feeling the thin layer of fat that ran over my six-pack. He stopped as his palms met the top of my pants. He looked into my eyes, the fear now gone, showing only hunger. “Can I?” he asked. I nodded. Lewis lowered himself to the floor, resting on his knees, his face level with my crotch. He undid my belt and then unfastened the button. His hands shook slightly, an excitement causing him to shake. Slowly, he unzipped my pants and pulled them down, revealing my boxer-briefs. He reached out for my underwear but stopped. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I just realized what we’re doing,” he said, looking up at me. “What we’re about to do.” “And?” I asked, fearful that he was changing his mind. “I’m just happy,” he said. I smiled and slipped my fingers beneath the band of my underwear and the jockstrap beneath, his own fingers joining me. Together, we lowered them down, revealing my pubic hair, my shaft, my head, and my balls, all of which held a musky smell from the compressing jockstrap. That, and I had created a significant amount of precum, some of which was matted in my bush. Lewis stared at my dick, taking in the length, the girth, and my large testicles. I knew he had seen naked men before, but I knew he had never been this close to another man’s cock and balls. For a split second, I saw his tongue lick his lips. “You can touch it,” I told him. Lewis careful reached up and took hold of my dick, his fingers gently touching the warm skin. He traced the veins, the tips of his fingers gently caressing the glands. I started to grow immediately, but Lewis didn’t remove his hold. Instead, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and squeezed, causing a stream of precum to leak out. “Are you cumming?” he asked, watching as it trailed down to the floor, a continual string of my juice. “No,” I told him. “I produce a lot of precum. A lot of cum, too.” “Really?” “It’s called hyperspermia,” I said. “I make a ton more cum than most men.” “Your wife must love that.” “Not really,” I told him, feeling myself going limp at the thought of her. Lewis’ grip tightened again, and I started to get hard once more. “You can taste it, too,” I said. Lewis stared at the trail of precum, eyeing the clear liquid. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, the tip meeting the precum and breaking the trail. It stuck to his tongue and then dripped down his chin, narrowly missing his clothes. “It tastes good,” he said, licking his lips. “I’ve never tasted mine.” “I’m glad you like it,” I said. “I think you should take off your clothes too. I’d hate to get anything on them.” Lewis looked at me and nodded. He stood up and removed his shirt, revealing the body I had seen in pictures and briefly in the locker room. He was a strong young man, not a bit of hair on his chest. This made me feel strong, like the alpha. His nipples were erect, dark and the size of quarters. He tossed his shirt to the side and then undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles. I had never had a clear view of Lewis’s dick before. I’d seen glimpse in the shower, but not enough to know what he looked like. While he wasn’t as long as me, his dick was thick. Porn would relate his size to a beer can. The head was smaller than the shaft, but it was a gorgeous head. He too was leaking precum, but not nearly as much as I was. I stepped closer and reached out a hand, taking hold of his growing dick. It twitched in my hand, causing Lewis to shudder from the feeling. As I jerked him off, gaging his length, I saw his balls pulling up into his body. They weren’t the size of mine, but they hung low and were covered in hair. Once his dick was hard, I moved to his balls and held them in my palm, feeling the weight of them. Something about holding the “family jewels” of another man made me feel powerful. I knew his parents had hopes for him, wanting him to marry and pump out dozens of kids. Here I was holding that future in my hands, hoping to change the direction of his future forever. All of these thoughts filled me with a lust I’d only ever dreamed about. As I touched him, I realized that I was the only other person, other than himself or a doctor, who had touched this part of him since he became a man. I was feeling his most vulnerable parts, and I wanted to feel even more. I released his balls and held my hand to my nose, breathing in his scent. I could smell sweat, precum, and his own natural odor which was intoxicating. “On your knees,” I told him. Slowly, Lewis resumed his position on his knees, my hard cock sticking straight out at him. “Taste it,” I told him. He stuck out his tongue again, but I stopped him. “Not my precum,” I said. “Taste my dick.” His mouth opened, tongue extended, reaching out to my engorged dick. I knew he wouldn’t be able to take much of it into his mouth, but I didn’t care. I only wanted to feel his mouth on my skin. The head slipped inside, moving along his tongue, the tip of his teeth gently touching the shaft. “Easy does it,” I told him, my hand reaching around his head and resting near his neck. “Don’t hurt yourself.” His lips closed on my shaft, only a small part of my dick inside his mouth. I knew he had seen porn, most likely straight, so he had an idea of what to do. Slowly, he started to move his tongue and lap up the precum now dripping into his mouth and down his throat. I ventured a bit more of my dick into his mouth, pushing slightly. He didn’t back away and continued to attempt to suck his first dick. I watched as his Adam’s apple moved along with is slight thrusts. Looking down at the top of his head, his lips, the same lips I had kissed not long ago, now wrapped around my cock, I knew this was what I had always wanted. This was what I had been waiting for. Almost half of my dick was in his mouth now, a motion created as his spit covered me, tongue tasting every aspect of myself. Watching him eagerly take me, tasting my cum and my cock, I knew what I wanted to do. I knew I had to fuck him. Except… “What’s wrong?” Lewis asked, my dick leaving his mouth as I stepped away. “Was it bad?” “No,” I told him, noticing a bit of my precum dribbling down his chin. He looked so cute on the floor, concerned, wanting me to come back to him. “It’s just… I really want to fuck you.” “Alright,” he said, smiling. “I don’t have…” I started, looking at his gorgeous face, lighting up at the thought of me fucking him, entering him, opening him up. “I don’t have a condom.” “Oh,” he said. “And we need one?” I’d always wanted to fuck without a condom, especially as the amount of cum I make makes it difficult to keep one on. I wanted to fuck Lewis, to feel his skin on mine, to bridge that gap, but I also wanted to be safe. This was his first time, so I didn’t run the risk of a disease, but still… “I’m sorry,” I said. “Hold on,” Lewis said, jumping to his feet and running out of the office. I waited, staring down at my cock, admiring the wetness from his mouth. Even then I couldn’t believe what was happening. Lewis had not only kissed me, but he had also sucked my dick and tasted my precum. I was living the dream of so many men who had fantasized about one of their students, hoping they could take them and teach them things not found in the classroom. “Here,” Lewis said, entering the office and handing me a condom packet. “Where did you get this?” “Corey keeps a few in his locker,” Lewis told me. “He keeps them there just in case he can slip a girl in here after a game.” “Smart kid,” I said, opening the packet. “Are you sure you want this?” Lewis looked at me, our eyes connecting, the weight of his answer seen between us. “Yes,” he told me. “Good,” I said, taking out the condom. I hadn’t held one of these in a long time. Though I knew I needed one, I hated the way it felt. Still, if it allowed me to fuck Lewis, I’d wear practically anything. “Get up on my desk,” I told him. “Lay on your back.” As Lewis got into position, I slid the condom onto my dick, finding the size to be a bit snug. Still, I wasn’t going to complain. “Like this?” he asked, his back on the surface, facing me, his legs bent. “Almost,” I told him. “Lift your legs up. I’ve got to get a look at your hole.” He gripped his legs and pulled them up, revealing his ass and his tight hole. While hair wasn’t seen much on the rest of his body, there was a thick collection of it around his hole. I reached out a finger and touched it, feeling Lewis’s body recoil at the touch. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s fine,” I told him. I slid my finger into my mouth and got it wet, returning to his hole. “I’m going to do it again.” He nodded. I touched his hole and ran my wet finger around the rim, pushing slightly. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t hold back the voice telling me to shove my finger inside before shoving my dick after it. With his hole wet, I pressed my finger again, slipping inside him. “Fuck,” Lewis gasped, body shaking, hands nearly dropping his legs. “It’s alright,” I told him, my other hand reaching out and resting my palm on his stomach. “I’m inside. My finger is inside.” “It feels big,” he said. “It’ll get bigger,” I told him, looking at my dick. I worked my finger inside, moving in and out, opening him up. Each time my finger entered him all the way, I searched for his prostate, knowing it was somewhere. After a little search, his body shook and a deep groan filled the office. I had found it. After a little while, I slipped my finger out and then spit in my hand, rubbing it over two fingers. “Two,” I said, showing Lewis. I slid both fingers inside of him, his body still shuddering but not nearly as much as before. I watched as he closed his eyes, head tilted back, relishing the feeling of my fingers opening him. Little moans escaped his mouth, my one hand opening his hole while the other rubbed his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath. I removed the two fingers and tried a third, his ass opening larger, pulling me in. Without telling him, I added a fourth. He was loosening, his body accepting me, his moans of pleasure telling me to invade his body. I slipped my fingers out and stepped forward, the head of my dick pressed against his hole. “Are you ready?” I asked. Without opening his eyes, Lewis nodded, biting his lower lip. I pressed my dick against his hole, moving gently, trying to enter just as my fingers had so easily. With a bit of added force, the head of my dick popped inside. Lewis’s body shook, his ass pulling more of me inside him. His eyes opened wide in wonder as he looked at me, his mouth open. I smiled. “You’re not a virgin anymore,” I told him. Lewis smiled, tightening his grip on his legs. “You feel huge,” he said. “I am,” I told him. I angled myself and spit on my dick, some of it hitting his hole. I pushed in again, more of my dick entering, opening him. “Let me in, baby. Let me in.” Lewis moaned, his ass quivering, his muscles trying to pull me inside. I knew I was giving his body something it never new it wanted but always needed. I continued to push inside, allowing him to adjust, allowing him to feel my size fill him. I wanted him to know what a real man felt like. It didn’t take long before my pubes met his ass. “I’m all the way in,” I told him, his feet meeting my shoulders. I leaned over and kissed his ankles. Lewis opened his eyes and looked down. “Holy shit,” he said. “You’re inside me.” “All of me,” I told him. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” he said, the slight fear from before returning. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Mr. Flanagan.” I pulled out slowly, watching until only the head remained inside. It was a beautiful sight, seeing how his body welcomed me, how it was reaching out for me to return. I pushed back in, his legs shaking, his hands losing their grip. “Fuck,” he cried, hands reaching down to the desk and holding on tight. His legs rested on my shoulders, moving with me as I bottomed out again. “You feel so good,” I told him, pulling out and pushing in a third time. Then a fourth. A fifth. “You’re fucking beautiful.” “Fuck,” he moaned again, face contorted in an agony reserved for pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” “I won’t,” I told him, my pace quickening, a rhythm starting to form. “I won’t stop. I won’t let you go.” I reached out and took his erect dick and started to jerk him off, beads of precum dripping down his shaft. A smell permeated the air, the smell of sweaty bodies tied together, their sexual connection pouring out of their skin. I breathed deep, relishing the scent he and I created. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I could feel my body shaking, the exertion taking its toll. Had we been fucking for hours or only minutes? It felt like forever, but I didn’t want it to stop. Lewis was moaning continuously, the sounds of his pleasure music to me as I changed him. “Mr. Flanagan,” he said between strained breaths, his chest heaving. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” I told him, directing my thrusts, seeking out his prostate. “Cum for me. Cum for me, baby.” I tightened my grip on his dick as I felt it grow, his skin turning a darker red. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, eyes closed, back arching. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it. Cum for me.” “I’m cumming,” he yelled, the muscles of his body seizing, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his dick and flew through the air, the first hitting the wall two feet from the desk, the second hitting his face, the third entering his open mouth. The rest covered his body until he was spent, leaving my hand covered. His hole tightened around my dick, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I wanted to cum inside him, but doing so while wearing the condom felt wrong. I pulled out and took the condom off, the precum inside spattering on the floor. I grabbed my dick and started jerking off, my other hand grabbing one of his legs for support. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, head tilted back, eyes closed, feeling the biggest orgasm of my life taking over my body. I could feel every muscle awaken as I started shooting, each burst of cum feeling as if a weight was being removed. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, as if this orgasm was taking from me my very life. And it felt worth it. Once the wave ended, I released my dick and grabbed Lewis’s other leg, using them to keep me from falling onto his body. I opened my eyes and saw the young man sprawled out on my desk. He was covered in cum. Not only was his cum covering his face, chest, and abdomen, but mine had been added, creating a thick pool of white all over his body. I knew I produced a considerable amount of cum, but I didn’t think I’d ever been able to cum this much. If he had been hairy, every strand would have been matted with our semen, mixing together, becoming one. I looked down and noticed some of my cum had splattered on his ass, trickles leaking down over his hole, trying to enter inside where cum belonged. I stared at Lewis, watching as he looked down at himself, his hands releasing the desk and running through our loads. He smiled, looking at me with a wondrous glow. Never had I seen anyone look so happy to be alive. In that moment, I finally felt free. We went to the showers and cleaned ourselves up. While we cleaned, we kissed, my hairy body pressing him against the tiled wall, my mouth sucking at his neck. I wanted to fuck him again, but I knew his parents would be wondering where he was. Once we were clean, we returned to my office and got dressed. “How do you feel?” I asked him, buckling my belt. “Any regrets?” “None,” he said. “I’m just glad it was with you.” I smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. I couldn’t wait to fuck him again. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ I have one more chapter written before I may have to take a small break from posting every Sunday. I'm figuring out where the story is going and how to pull everything together that I want to do. Everything you've read took a few months to write before I posted. I hope I can work faster on the next few parts. Also, are there any other characters you'd like to see stories told from their perspectives? Any charcter ideas you'd like to see? Let me know.

Hey @SecretCumWhore. Oh, do you actually know him as a friend? I do not have any links sadly. The still I provided above is from a super hot video I watched several times (misplaced the URL, damn, I'd love to see it again). And yes, that boy can sure take it ... Fucking hot! 🐷🌹

Part IV I was flat on my back next to my boyfriend, with a POZ loads dripping out of both of our assholes. Bobby leaned over to kiss me and wormed his fingers between my asscheeks, working Tom's seed in and out. He whispered in my ear, “You alright with this? We can leave now if you want.” As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but think that I wanted more. Once my hole had been opened up, I knew I needed more. To my right, Kevin was fingering his own cummy hole. He swiped his fingers over my ass and took some of Tom's seed to squish into his own ass. As we lay in a sticky pile, two of the photographers still taking photos applauded us and started looking at their cameras to see what they had got. Tom went over to his clothes and fished out his phone. He snapped a pic of the three of us cumwhores and texted it to a few friends with an invite saying “CUM JOIN THE POZ PHOTOSHOOT” He got a few answers back saying that they were on their way. While we waited, we joked around and went into the other room to look at the pics. There were some great closeups of dicks covered in spooge and holes leaking cum. They were hot, but the ones that really got me going showed little more than a tangle of arms, faces stuffed with cock, and feet on shoulders. A total free-for-all. No one caring whose loads they were taking. We were surprised when Joe reappeared. I had thought he left when he rejected Tom's bare POZ cock. Turns out that he had been lurking in the shadows the whole time and had wanked out two loads watching our orgy, and now he wanted in. “I'll take it bare, but only from you NEG guys.” “Yeah right,” chuckled our frat boy host. “We'll see how long that lasts!” The frat boy reminded us that Tom's friends were on their way over and we might break the record tonight. With me, Bobby, and Kevin having POZ seed in our holes, we needed three more bottoms if we wanted to tie and four if we wanted to break the record. Ryan said he thought it might be fun to bottom for once. That made four. The photographer who had face-fucked Bobby said he was up for some POZ seed. So we got to five. The photographer told Bobby his name, Brian, and they shook hands. It cracked me up to see this guy introducing himself to a dude whose belly was full of his cum. Within a few minutes, some of Tom's POZ buds arrived. Liam and David were a couple, pumped up, POZ, and proud. They were on their way home from the gym when they got Tom's text, so they were both ripe and sweaty. David was well over six foot tall, olive skinned, and ripped. I'm sure his meds mixed with some steroids to create his taught tight look. Liam was about 5'6, and ripped. He had a greying goatee that set off his greying red hair in a sexy way. “What do we have here?” David asked. Tom explained that we were going for a record-breaking evening of POZZING, all to be captured on film. They started stripping down, revealing matching tribal biohazard symbol tatts on their right pecs. Bobby started nibbling on David's nipples as I started in on Liam. Ryan and Kevin pulled their shorts down and began deepthroating their cocks. I felt almost high as I tongued Liam's sweaty pits. Just then, the front door opened, and a guy from one of my classes walked in. Henry was the all-American ideal. He looked like he should have been on a poster for the Marines, and here he was at a POZ photoshoot. I could tell our frat boy host was drooling. Henry stripped off his clothes and joined the fray. Liam and David organized us all in a line, all on our knees with our faces pressed into the cummy sweaty mattress. Bobby was first, then me, then Ryan and Kevin, and lastly, Brian. “Five piggy bottoms is impressive, but not record-breaking,” hinted the frat boy host, trying to convince Joe to join in. He shook his head and said that he would let the frat boy fuck him bare, but not the POZ studs. “On your knees,” the frat boy ordered, and Joe joined us. Liam, David, Henry, and Tom went in order behind each of us, loosening our holes and opening us up one by one. Liam stuck his tongue far up my ass as he spread my cheeks, and was then replaced by David's muscular long fingers. Joe let the POZ guys finger and eat his ass, but he drew the line when Henry started working his drooling cock over his crack. “Just tongue, man. I'm not ready for the bug,” he protested. Liam laughed and shoved three fingers up his hole. The four tops lined up behind us. David started fucking Ryan, and Tom sunk his dick into Kevin's ass. Henry lined up behind me and worked his thick cock slowly into my hole as Tom began fucking Bobby again. The frat boy slammed into Joe's ass so quickly that Joe started half-screaming / half moaning. Five holes getting plowed at once, and Brian fingering his ass waiting for his turn. All I could hear was panting and groaning mixed with anonymous voices, “You like that?”, “Fuck yeah, bro. Take that cock!” , “You want my seed, man?”. I've never felt such freedom and such pleasure. The frat boy raised is voice above the others. “Alright everyone. Switch!” Henry pulled out of my ass and moved onto Bobby as Tom slipped easily into my stretched-out hole. I could hear Joe whining, “No man. Just you. I'm not getting POZZED tonight!” “Alright man. I'll keep fucking you as long as you can take it!” So everyone got a fresh POZ dick in their holes, except for Joe, and now Ryan waited his turn. We switched tops until they had all fucked each bottom twice, and the frat boy kept pounding Brian's ass the whole time. The frat boy was the first to cum, and shouted, “Take that NEG seed, you fucker! Take my load!!!” Brian was so exhausted that he seemed to have passed out. Before anyone else could cum, the frat boy threw up his hands. “We could play this two ways guys. If I let one or more of you POZ dudes cream my hole, we'll tie the record. If one of you wants to fuck Brian's cummy hole, we'll break the record. Who's in?” The frat boy laid down on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest. Henry leapt over to him and started eating his hole. David picked the frat boy up and laid down underneath him, sliding easily into his ass. Liam climbed on top of the pile and slid his sticky cock alongside his partner's. Henry shoved his dick in the frat boy's mouth. Watching our NEG host become the center of action was so hot that I almost missed seeing Tom mount Brian's upturned passed-out ass. He jackrabbited away as the three POZ dudes practically raped the frat boy. I diddled my hole watching the action. Ryan and Kevin were making out hardcore as Bobby and Brian slurped on both of their cocks. I picked up someone's camera and shot away, getting closeups of the frat boy's ass straining to contain both POZ cocks. I snapped some great ones of Joe finally taking Tom's cock, which he had fought not to take even though he wanted it. Liam and David creamed the frat boy's ass within seconds of each other, just as Tom's thrusts slowed down and he unloaded deep in Joe's ass. Henry shot his wad all over the frat boy tangle. Tongues lashed as we all made out with each other, fingering our gooey holes into our newfound friends' holes. We caught our breath as Tom held a bottle of poppers under Joe's nose, which revived him quickly. “What the hell happened?” The frat boy responded as Tom cradled Joe. “Let's just say we broke our record, dude.” The End. I invite you guys to write the next chapters if you like!

I've only been in one proper Dark Room, in Hamburg a few years ago. Got taken in there by a top who started out by making me bend over so he could stick his thick 7" cock in my mouth. Then he announced my presence in German, which drew a guy straight over to my ass. My top held my ass in place by the hips while the fucker just shoved in, humped me for about a minute and unloaded. Thereafter, my top moved me around physically to each cock in turn, and held me up by the hips to meet the thrusts. While nobody seemed to last very long fucking me, not all of them shot in me, some just pulling out after a hard quick fucking. Some would present their cock for cleaning, but the main guy always got his back in my mouth as soon as he could. He was talking the whole time to the ppl around us, directing them I guess, and there seemed to be at least 2 or 3 there at all times. After 4 or 5 guys had cum in me, he pulled my head off his cock and took his turn in my ass. This meant I was now being fed other cocks, some cum-covered and slimy, others fresh and clean. One guy came in my mouth during this, my only oral load of the day. My main guy came in about 5 mins, then returned to my mouth for cleaning and more directing of the action. Another 9 or 10 fucks and 5 or more loads later, the action seemed to calm down around us. I got the impression that a new bottom had become the centre of attention. I had been there about 30 or 40 mins. My ass was literally running with cum by then. My top took me back to a private room where he felched a lot of the cum out of me with the door open. A few guys stopped by to watch, and he invited 2 of them to add their loads. Then he fucked me again himself, taking his time about it, telling me I was "svelte" inside. I have to say, it was one of the very best of my slutting experiences. I only wish there were more places like that near me.