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Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.

a very cute but very hungiover guy and I were chatting yesterday on an app, he was furry and young, a perfect cubby guy, but very hung over after a birthday party. Eventually he got so horny he came over and we got right down to it, he had a lovely thick cock and got hard as a rock in my mouth before pushing into my ass raw, no mention of condoms. he fucked really well and long until he turned me over onto my fours and gave me a really hard pounding, saying that he would love to cum in my ass. Of course I told him not to hold back and he blew a huge load in me. as he lay getting his breath back, I of course swallowed his cock and sucked him clean of any stray cum. We agreed once was going to be enough so once he works out his shifts I hope I get much more..........

Stopped in at an interstate rest area about 1:00 am. Not many people around. It was dark inside the restroom (someone had put out all the lights). I'm 19, slim, 7" dick, loved to be used in nasty anonymous sex. I had been drinking this night so I was ready for anything. I followed a guy into the restroom. He was in his mid-twenties, slim, blonde hair, average dick (but long and skinny), nice bush of blonde hair including a lot of hair on his nuts. We checked each other out with out pants down around our ankles. We played with each other's dicks for awhile then I got down on my knees in the dark rest room and started licking his dick. I licked up and down the sides of his dick while feeling his balls. He rubbed the back of my head and kept talking nasty to me telling me to suck his dick and asking me if I liked it. I snorted some poppers and went to work on his dick big time, licking and sucking all of it. After about 5 minutes of sucking I stood up and turned by body to the side as I was sucking his dick. He started rubbing my ass so I knew he wanted to fuck. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my ass crack. I turned around, took a snort of poppers and guided his dick up my ass hole. I told him to wait until I got used to it. I slowly worked it all the way in and started moving my ass back and forth on his dick. I took another snort of poppers, leaned over, and told him to start fucking. We fucked like two rabbits for about 5 minutes. He kept telling me what a nice tight young boy ass I had and I kept begging him to fuck me. During the fuck I pulled off my shirt and kicked away my shorts. I was now naked except for my shoes. I kneeled down on the floor and he knelt in back of me. We were in the middle of the floor in a dark rest room and I was on my hands and knees with him kneeling behind me and fucking me. We heard someone coming in and quickly jumped up. I'm sure the new guy knew we were at it because I never had time to dress-I just got up in the closed urinal area. I was still naked. All 3 of us were at separate urinals just waiting. We started looking around the wall at each other and soon realized we were all looking for the same thing. The third guy was older-50's-average build, dark hair. He was playing with a pretty big, thick dick, lots of black dick hair, low hanging big hairy balls. We all 3 stepped out of our areas and were standing in the middle of the restroom watching each other beat off. I was still naked. I knelt back down on the floor on all fours and the blonde guy immediately knelt behind me and put his dick back up my ass. I snorted more poppers. The dark haired older guy stood in front of me and I took his dick in my mouth. I had a big older dick in my mouth and a younger one up my ass. I fucked and sucked about 5 minutes. Then the guy fucking me started moaning that he was going to shoot. I started moaning and wiggling my ass while sucking harder on the older guy. The blonde guy shot a big load of cum up my ass while I was sucking. He then pulled out (I had cum running all down my ass cheeks). I knelt in front of the older guy and kept sucking while I started beating my dick. The blonde guy kept urging me on telling me to suck that big dick. The older guy started shooting cum in my mouth and I shot, too. Both guy stood in front of me while I licked their dicks clean. We all dressed and left. Great night!!!

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.

Chapter 63: Who's Who's Your Daddy? The next afternoon, mom left to go visit her sister and dad told me to come to his room as he had a suprise for me. I immediately went over thinking that he wanted to make love to me, but what kinda of suprise is that. He told me one of his friends who seeded me blindfolded with our practice pozzing party was coming over, and wanted to breed me blindfolded again. Dad said that before that he wanted us to soak in the jacuzzi tub and then make love to me. We got naked and jumped in the bed first, and my dad asked me if I remembered tye first time we had sex. Of course I did as it was the changing point if my life. He suggested that before getting into the tub, we re live it. It was actually a great idea. I remember it vividly. The firstvm time we started fully clothed caressing each other's bodies. My dad tried to kiss me, and I pushed his face away saying but your my dad. He then grabbed my hand and led it to his crotch. I remember rubbing it, and amazed at how big it felt. Dad then started rubbing my now hard cock, and suddenly I kissed him. I remember how nervous I was, as it was so wrong, yet so right. Tonight was different as we made were both already naked, and there was no nervousness. The tub was absolutely amazing. We both got naked, and started kissing while dad started filling the tub with warm water. He then lit several candles around the room. He got in the tub first with me in front of him. Once we were both in, he added some bubble solution, and we turned on the jets. As the bubbles started forming, dad started kissing me and playing with my cock and nipples. I so wanted my dad's cock up my ass, but I was so into the moment. A dad and his now pozzed boy being romantic in a beautiful tub, enjoying each other's bodies,celebrating not just love, but the virus which was growing inside of me. We then got out of the tub and dad dried me off, paying attention to every single part of my body. We got on the bed, with my feet over his shoulders and he began making slow passionate love to me. He told me that he loved me even more now that his virus was growing in me, and that was a bond more dads and sons should have. He made love to me for 20 or 30 minutes before breeding me, and plugging my ass. We then heard a knock at the door, and dad put the blindfold on me, telling me to get on all fours. He explained the visitor was one i probably knew, and once again, he would not be speaking, just fucking. I was confused as to why this guy didn't want me to know who he was, but if it made dad happy, it made me happy.

I wouldn’t call this a peeve, because far be it from me to complain, but of the ten loads that were fucked into my cunt this past night, three of them arrived with no warning, let alone sounds of triumph. The fucks went along well, then, suddenly…ended, cock pulled out dripping and shrinking. The climax took place in silence. This is fully within the Top’s prerogative, naturally, but I would nonetheless suggest that you always make at least a token effort to signal distinctly that the train has pulled into the station. For the bottom, this is an important signal for determining whether the service has been well received, and enjoyed, but it also provides the signal for a shift in technique to follow. Speaking for myself, I find a Top’s unguarded utterance at the moment of ejaculation extremely gratifying, the more explosive, violent and vocal the better. Particularly so, if the sounds carry a sense of triumph, victory or conquest. As it happens, one of the men who fucked me last night has had me before, and elicits one of the most forceful sets of cries at the moment of breeding that I have ever heard from anyone. This put the silence from the Tops that had seeded the very same ass in stark contrast, making them seem somehow disappointing, or at least uninspired. So always do try to at least give us a little grunt to show you’ve finished.

Again I got this - I’m sitting here with ten loads marinating together in my cunt from a night of hosting. My anus is battered , puffy and sore from the ravages of the rutting of hard cocks delivering those loads (and sundry fingers probing). The loads are there because I spent the entire sleepless night, from 4pm until 6am, wrangling apps, fielding inquiries, negotiating hookups, carefully guiding them in, and then applying all the sexual skill I had in making sure that each Top had an experience worth a climax. It’s exhausting. Then, as my hosting time draws near an end, inevitably, a contact from a bottom enthusiastic about my success and very eager to come “help me out” by eating the loads out of my ass. 😐😑😐 My ass is not a free cum buffet. Why do these guys seem to think it is somehow acceptable to swoop in like vultures and help themselves to a bounty they had no part in collecting? I’ll never forget the guy at the bathhouse in Indy who, immediately after a Top had finished seeding me and walked out of my room, launched himself like a missile and faceplanted in my ass with such force that it slammed my forehead into the wall, and started eating out the load. He said he had had his eye in the Top and I had gotten ‘his’ load. Why do these people not have better sense?

Yesterday I was bored so I went to DC crew club Rented a room and laid on stomach. young guy came to room He said he was straight but wanted to see what same sex was all about. I reached over and started to play with his dick Before I knew it he pulled out of my mouth and climbed on my ass. He quickly went in my ass and came quickly He left with out a word Guess he found out

As I approached Silke's house, I rehearsed my lines in my head. I was there under the pretense of discussing an outreach program for the church, but the real reason I wanted to talk to her was much more dire. Maria had set up this meeting of me with her mother. Silke answered the door and looked at me curiously. "Hi Jack, Maria said you want to come by?" she asked. "Hi Silke," I said with a smile. "I was hoping we could talk about the outreach program for the church." Silke's expression softened. "Sure, come on in," she said, leading me to the living room. As we sat down on the couch, I could feel my nerves getting the best of me. I knew I had to show her the video, but I didn't want to come on too strong. I needed tonget her at ease first. I took a deep breath and started talking about the program, hoping to put her at ease. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and said, "Actually, there's something else I wanted to show you." Silke looked at me curiously as I played the video of her getting fucked by a fat guy in a backalley. Her face quickly turned from curiosity to shock and then to anger. "How did you get this?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I can't say," I said, feeling just a little guilty for not being honest with her. "But I wanted you to know that I'm here to help if you need it." Silke's expression softened slightly, but she still looked angry. "Help? By showing me this video?" I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I meant that I'm here for you if you need to talk or if you need any support." Silke looked at me skeptically. "Why do you care?" she asked. I took a deep breath before answering. "Because I care about you as a fellow member of the church community. I also struggle with sin and I know how it is to do such acts that risk everything ... marriage, family ..." I said, hoping she would believe me. Silke's expression softened a little more. "Thank you," she said, wiping away a tear. "I'm sorry for being so defensive. It's just been a really tough time lately." "I can only imagine," I said, trying to sound as empathetic as possible. "But I want you to know that you're not alone in this. The church community is here to support you, and I am here to support you." Silke nodded, looking grateful. "Thank you, Jack," she said. We sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in thought. I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but I didn't want to pry. Suddenly, Silke looked up at me and said, "You know, I appreciate your offer of support. Would you mind staying and talking with me for a bit? I could use the company." "Of course," I said, feeling relieved that she wanted me to stay. "I'd be happy to." She stood up and went to the cupboard to get two glasses and a wine bottle. "I could use a drink, while we talk. You want, too?" "Sure", I said. Silke poured us each a glass of wine and we sat back down on the couch. We talked for hours, about everything from the outreach program to our personal struggles and aspirations. I learned that Silke had been going through a tough time in her marriage. It seems her husband, the pastor is unloving and uncaring, and she had turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism, which lead to promiscuous behaviour like going out at night having sex with strangers. We finished the bottle and Silke opened a new wine. As we talked, I could feel a sense of trust building between us. Silke had opened up to me about things that were clearly very personal. At one point, Silke looked at me and said, "You know, Jack, I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I don't know what it is, but there's just something about you that makes me feel safe." Perfect. She was right where I wanted her. I got a littler closer to her and took her hand in mine, caressing her soft skin with my thumb. She was so vulnerable it made me horny. My cock was already hard. "You deserve better", I whispered. Leaning a little closer. "What do you mean?", she asked. I could smell the wine in her breath. Her cheeks were flushed. Her speech a little slurred from the alcohol. "I mean this ..." I leaned all the way in, our lips touching. I could feel the heat radiating off of her body. A tingling sensation coursed through my body. I slowly parted her lips with my tongue. She moaned softly. Our tongues began exploring each other. My fingers found their way into her hair. I kept kissing her, moving her around on the couch until she felt comfortable enough to lie down. As I moved over top of her, she let go of my hand and rested her hands on my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around my waist. We kissed for several minutes, deeply, passionately. I ran my hand down her thigh and cupped her butt cheek, rubbing it softly. It sent shivers throughout her entire body. Her breathing became ragged and faster. Her lips glistened. "Jack, please," she whimpered. "Please what?" I replied. She smiled devilishly. "Don't make me beg." I kissed her again, harder this time. I heard her moan, and she grabbed my arm tighter, pulling herself closer to me. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. I breathed in the scent of her perfume, and then I pushed it aside. I ran my hands over her smooth, creamy skin. She squirmed underneath me, grinding her hips against my erection. My cock throbbed painfully. I put my hand under her skirt and gently slid my palm over her panties. Her lips were trembling now, and she spoke softly. "God, you're driving me crazy, Jack. God forgive me, but just touch me." Touching her was all I needed. She felt perfect beneath my hands. Soft skin, sweet smelling. I undid her bra strap and ran my hands along her naked back. I trailed my fingertips along her collar bone and down to her ass. She whimpered when I touched her pussy. I reached around her to remove her panties, sliding them down her slender thighs. I gently tugged on her butt and helped her turn onto her side. As I pulled her panties down, her thighs opened, giving me easy access. I rubbed my thumb across her moist opening, slipping inside her, enjoying the feeling of her silky softness enveloping my fingers. Maria was right, her mother was a real shut. I pushed down my pants. My rock hard 8 inch Cock was throbbing and ready to go in and spread the bug to this slot. Maria told me to be rough with her Mom, so I will be. It is the only way to do it. I pulled out my fingers out of her moist pussy and positioned my cock on her opening. With one hard thrust I pushed all the way in. Silke cried out loud and screamed. I grabbed her hips and pushed deeper. "You are a sinful little slut, aren't you?", I asked. She whimpered a tiny "yes" while her body trembled. I pulled my cock halfway out and then thrust back in, making her scream some more. Tears watered her eyes. I picked up speed, fucking her relentlessly. Faster and faster. Each slap of her flesh echoing loudly. I stopped moving. I bent down, placing both my hands on her face, pressing her head into the sofa cushion. I slapped her cheek. Hard. She shrieked. "Are you fucking ready to cum? Do you want your Daddy to fill your cunt with his spunk?" I smacked her again. "Say it, bitch!" I demanded. I took my hand off of her cheek and slapped her ass hard. "Yes! Yes!", she cried. "Oh God, yes!" I started pounding her harder, hitting her ass, slapping her pussy, pushing her down into the sofa. We didn't care if we broke anything or not. I continued to fuck her like an animal. The screaming subsided as she bit her lip to hold in her moans. Every muscle in my body was burning. Hot waves of pleasure surged through my veins. Every cell in my body exploded. I spewed my hot toxic seed deep inside of her. I grunted and the collapsed onto Silke. Maria came into the room, holding her phone, recording every bit of it. "Wow, you really are a whore, mom", she said. Silke looked up, her eyes wide with shock. "What ..." "Don't worry, Mom. I will not tell Daddy a word. We have bigger plans for you." Silke looked up to me, I could see the hurt in her eyes from the betrayal. I stood up. I pulled my cock out of her. Semen was dripping out of her red and swollen pussy. Silke was speechless. "If you don't want to see those videos all over the Internet, you will do what l say", said Maria. "What do you want." "For now, go on your knees, open your butthole and take his dick." "What?" "Did I stutter? On your knees you whore!" Maria held up her phone. Silke went on her knees. Tears in her eyes. "Spread your ass!", Maria commanded. Her mom spread her ass cheeks. "Fuck her ass bloody!" My cock was rock hard again. I positioned myself behind Silke, my cock pushing against her butthole. I was going to make her bleed. I thrust forward, pushing hard trough the sphincter. I felt something rip, I heard something Pop. Silke screamed. A little blood trickled down her Butt, mixing with the semen on her pussy. She whimpered. I started pounding her tight asshole, widening it with every thrust of my big 8 inch rock hard cock, getting deeper with every push. Teaes rolled down her cheeks. "Please ...", she begged, crying with every push. Maria looked at her mother in disgust. "You are just a dumb little sinful whore shut! You deserve this!" "I know", cried her mom, "I deserve this. The punishment, the pain ... it is the only thing left for me to feel." Oh my god, this whole family is crazy. That made my 8 inch Cock even harder. I pushed balls deep into her tight asshole. She screamed and collapsed onto the sofa. I fell onto her, pushing my hard cock back into her ass, continuing to thrust. She whimpered with every push. Blood flowed, mixed with her ass juices. Her hole widened, the gap between her anus and vagina seemed to be almost gone. "Mmmphhh..." Silke moaned as her insides stretched around my huge cock. The friction of our bodies caused the tears in her skin to stretch and bleed more. The couch was wet from our sweat and sperm. Her asshole burned. In and out, harder and harder. In and out. HARDER. IN AND OUT. I couldn't stop. Fuck her, squeeze her perfect ass. HARDER. THUDTH. SILKE SCREAMED FROM THE PAIN AND SHE CLOSED HER EYES TO DEAL WITH IT. INSIDE, I exploded. The pressure released. I filled her destroyed asshole with my toxic cum. "AHHH GOSH GODDAMN YOU ARE JUST LIKE MOTHERFUCKING HELL!", I yelled as I shot load after load into her tortured body. Silence. When I finally regained control of my muscles, I lifted myself up, collapsing on top of Silke. I rolled away from her, leaving on the sofa, alone, bleeding, humiliated, and broken. Silke sat up. Her eyes red and filled with tears. She looked at me. "What do we say, Mommy?", said Maria, filming a close up of her mom's face. "Thank you", said Silke. "How does it feel, to get toxic HIV semen into your pussy and ass?" "What?" Silke eyes widened in shock. "You are now partner my church", said Maria and unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them down. A fresh tattoo was on her crotch. A Cross mixed with the symbol for toxicity. "You ..." Silke looked from me to Maria. "Don't worry Mom, it is all part of gods plan. You can now relax, now that you received the gift, too." Silke looked like she was in shock, sitting there, semen and blood dripping out of her holes. Maria opend a small box with a needle inside. "I will give you this to relax." Silke didn't move when Maria pressed the needle into her skin. She closed her eyes. A calm serenity spread through her features. Her asshole tightened. A scream escaped her lips. Then a tear ran down her cheek. Her body convulsed, stretching her sore holes open further. Silke opened her eyes, looking at me. Her pussy looked darker, fuller than ever. It had leaked another batch of sweet smelling juice. A shitload of white creamy shit came out of her asshole. Another scream. Then she collapsed on the sofa. "There it goes", said Maria, grinning at me. "You were great tonight." "Yes, very," said Silke and her tone was nothing but a smile. Her eyes were calm and clear. She was totally fucked out. There was no more fight in her, just acceptance and total submission. But who would have thought? I looked at Maria. I had thought that she was just crazy have her diagnosis. But now, seeing her mother in such a bliss, I felt like that she was right. We were doing God's work by spreading the gift to the sinners. "I will keep her under the influence until the bug takes hold", Maria said and hold up her box with the needles. "But just to make sure, you should repeat the Performance the next days. You can come in the morning, and plough her, then we have our church meetings in the evening, converting even more church members." "Okay." We brought Maria's Mom into the shower and cleaned her up. When she was clean, I took a photo of her.

Part 17 I'm not sure but I think I blacked out but not for long. When I came to Kevin's solid fit body was still laying on top of me and he was still breathing heavy with his face buried against my neck. And his thick cock was still in my cummy asshole and it was still hard. Opening my eyes my vision was blurred and I had trouble focusing. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and in my temples, causing me to close my eyes again. Two intense fucks back to back, first from Drew then from Kevin, had me exhausted physically. Yet, still, a voice in my head was saying not to stop now. I wanted more. That thought had barely entered my head when I was aware of a wet cockhead pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt hard flesh pushing in. At the same moment, I opened my eyes to see Ryan kneeling by my head sliding more of his dick into my mouth. Our eyes locked in mutual heat and animalistic hunger. Instinctively I grabbed his asscheeks to pull more of his meat toward my throat. Ryan grinned hotly at me and ran one big hand through my sweat-drenched hair. “Oh yeah, Justin. Suck my big cock and get it hard and wet. Get it ready to slide all the way in your guts.” I moaned around his fat rod as my lips seemed stretched wider than ever. But I didn't mind. I wanted to suck him and taste him and make him feel good. His precum was covering my taste buds making me eager for more. I hummed around his cock and tightened the muscles in my mouth squeezing down on his shaft. “Fuck yeah, man!” he moaned loudly. “I can't wait to feel your cheating daddy ass squeeze my cock like that when I fuck you.” His dirty talk was making me hornier. Ryan's big dick came out of my nursing mouth suddenly as he had to change his position when Kevin finally stirred and raised his head from my neck. “Fuck buddy!” Kevin breathed huskily, his face mere inches from mine. “You got one damn sweet ass man. I haven't cum that hard or that much for a long time! Your hole felt so damn good around my bare cock. I'm going to be wanting some more of it,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “You'll get more,” Drew's voice said. “Now that Daddy Justin knows how good it feels to get fucked I'm sure he's going to be wanting more too.” “Damn right!” I croaked eliciting a laugh from all 3 studs. “But,” Drew continued, “it's Ryan's turn now to fill him with more cock and more cum.” “Hell yeah it is! So get your dick out of him Kevin so I can give him mine,” Ryan said in a playful tone but leaving no doubt he was more than ready to fuck me and add his cum to what Drew and Kevin had already spewed in me. “All right, all right. Let me pull out first,” Kevin murmured making all three of them laugh again. I let out a long guttural groan as I felt Kevin's long still-hard cock withdrawing from the depths of my hole. He kept pulling and pulling until finally I felt it tug at my abused asslips as his cockhead came free. Then I heard Kevin saying, “Damn guys look how his hole closed right back up as soon as my dick came out. He's not losing any of the cum in him.” Then I felt Ryan's muscled hairy body stretching over mine as he stood between my legs and pressed forward against my naked flesh. We didn't say a word as we opened our mouths and slid our tongues between each other's lips. I could feel Ryan's precum covered mushroom head pushing against my pucker as we made out. Another hard bare cock seeking entry to my tweaked up cheating married daddy ass as Drew called it. And I wasn't going to deny what we both wanted at that moment. I pulled my mouth from Ryan's and stared into his handsome sweaty face and black pupils. “Fuck me, Ryan. Shove your hard cock all the way in my hole and fucking use it until you cum! Breed me damn it! Breed me!” “Whatever you say, daddy,” Ryan huffed then did exactly that. He shoved every thick hard bare inch of his manhood balls deep into my guts. I tried to scream but the force of his thrust into me knocked the breath out of me so all I could do was gasp. Ryan had not moved his cock any at all once he had it buried in my ass. I was still trying to catch my breath and fight the feeling that I was going to pass out. Then Ryan's face above mine, one hand playing with my hard nips. “Breathe, dude,” he whispered softly, gently pecking my lips. “Just breathe and let your ass adjust to it all. Focus on how good it feels having another dick inside you. You get hot feeling your ass filled with another cock don't you daddy? It turns you on knowing that you're letting three men fuck you and breed you. And you love giving yourself up to the sleazy forbidden sex. And doing it all behind her back makes it so much hotter and better. Right?” Ryan's soft seductive voice, his dirty talk about cocks and getting bred all helped me to regroup. And he was right. It WAS hotter knowing that my wife had no clue. I felt Ryan flex his massive tool inside me and it made me groan. “Yeah, it feels so good, so perfect with a dick in my hole. And knowing she doesn't know...is...even better,” I said in a low voice. Then feeling a sensuous darkness overwhelm me I grabbed his furry hard nips in my hands and told him, “Fuck me, Ryan! Hard and deep! Give it all to me!” Then as if out of nowhere I heard Drew say, “He's going to, Daddy Justin. Don't worry. But first take some more fuck smoke to get you good and ready.” Drew knew I wouldn't turn down more fuck smoke, even with a cock in my guts. I took three long pulls on the glass pipe and felt the buzz run through me. I knew this was going to be another awesome fuck!! (to be continued)

Chapter 62: Special Delivery The waiter delivered a sexy order of chocolate covered strawberries and a can of whipped cream to my parents. Dad had noticed the waiter already had a bulge in his pants. Dad thought it was the perfect desert. He and mom immediately got in bed and he put a strawberry up her cunt and began to eat it and her out. Dad then told her that he knew cum tasted gross to her, but he truly missed having his cock sucked. He grabbed the can of whipped cream, putting it on his cock, and begged her to at least try. She reluctantly did. Before dad shot his load down her throat, he filled her mouth with whipped cream. She licked her lips and dad told her next time he hoped it was just his cream. She said we'll see. Dad didn't really care, as even if mom was home, it was relatively easy to suck each other off. The waiter and his twin then delivered my deserts, including a bottle of champagne. Well actually 2 as 1 would be used to douche me, and the other to celebrate! My desert was two huge filled cream puffs. The waiter smiled as he removed the dome from the plate saying I was to be the filled cream puff tonight. We headed to the shower for my douche. I was worried about it after such a huge dinner, so I did use the shower shot on me before to be sure. This time the spa attendant stuck the open bottle up my ass and his twin got on the floor drinking it as I pushed it out. Thankfully it was clear. After the shower we headed to the bed, where the twins put me between them, and we started to make out. The waiter told me he was shocked when dad told him he pozzed me. I said i was equally shocked when dad told me his twin pozzed him. He then said they were both ready to add their strains to me. The spa attendant told me to ride him, just like he rode my cock. We had a great rhythm going and the waiter said to stop. He then placed his cock at my hole slowly pushing it in. Now tye twins were identical in all ways including their long thick cocks. The dp session may was amazing, not just because I had twin cocks on me, but they both enjoyed kissing. The climax was most amazing though, as both came at the same time, exclaiming take our charged seed.

My Master and I have been working hard on training me on two fronts - drinking piss, and being fisted. Every day for the past month, after my daily breeding, I've been training to drink my Master's piss. I've gotten to the point now where I can reliably drink straight from the tap without spilling. As part of this training, he will also periodically fill my water bottle with piss that I am to drink throughout the day. It's humiliating, but at the same time it feels right. For fisting practice, we've been using toys to stretch my hole out - I can take a toy that is about 9 inches in circumference now with some effort. Even though I am pretty sure I could take a small fist, my Master has really big hands, so we still have more work to do. As a reward for my progress, my Master set up a cumdump session, where I was to be hooded and used anonymously by any man who wanted, no load refused. He also said he'd been showing his acquaintances some of the videos of our sessions, and there was a lot of interest in them wanting to breed me. I also hadn't been allowed to cum in more than a week, so I was extra horny leading up to it. We rented a motel room and after stripping, my Master put a leather hood on me which had a mouth hole but no eyes which left me blind but with my mouth still available for use. I waited on the bed on all fours, while my Master used apps to get even more guys lined up to use me. The first guy to arrive wasted no time, and I felt a cock pushed into my mouth. The cock was dirty and smelled of piss but that just reinforced the headspace I was in - I was here to service any man who wanted to use me, with no regard to my own preferences or comfort. After getting his dick wet, the man got up, lined his cock up to my hole, and slammed into me in one thrust. The fuck was quick and fast, and it didn't take long before he came in me. He pulled out and came back around and had me clean off his cock with my mouth. He said 'thanks' to my Master, before leaving. My Master came over and scooped up some of the cum that had leaked out of my ass and smeared some under my nose just beneath the hood (he knows how much the smell of cum makes me horny), and fed the rest to me, before making out with me. The second and third guys to show up were also quick fucks, guys just wanting to drop a load in a willing hole. The second cock was pretty girthy, and the third was longer but thinner. Both used me without a word, and came quickly. Two of my Master's acquaintances arrived shortly after, which I assumed because they addressed him by name as they arrived. "Damn, what a sight!" one of them exclaimed. There was some small talk and the sound of clothes being shed, and my Master encouraging them to have fun. I felt a hand on my back and a tongue on my hole. I moaned appreciatively, and soon a cock was in my mouth. The tongue on my ass was soon replaced with a cock, and I had a cock in both ends, alternating between bottoming out on a cock in my ass and gagging on the cock in my mouth. I clenched my ass muscles in rhythm with the fucking, so that my ass was milking the cock in it - relax when he pushed in, squeeze when he pulled out. They complemented me on what a well trained faggot I was. This went on for a while, with the two of them exchanging positions. During this, a third person showed up, and the man in my mouth invited him over and said they could make room. I was repositioned for a DP, with one guy lying on his back on the bed, me on top riding his cock facing forward, the second guy behind me, and the third guy standing in front of me so he could use my mouth. The newcomer who was abusing my throat had a pretty big dick and was very rough, making me gag repeatedly. Apparently it also made my hole spasm because the two guys double penetrating me remarked that that made my hole tighten and spasm on their cocks, and that he should keep 'gagging the fag'. Not long after this, the two guys DP'ing me came in me in quick succession. I was quickly thrown onto the bed on my back, and the third guy lifted my legs onto his shoulders and resumed fucking me, now with his hands around my throat. The ensuing choke-fuck was violent, his cock slamming into me quickly and repeatedly. His hands would tighten and relax around my throat, choking me until I started to struggle, before relaxing and letting me breathe again. The complete loss of control and near-violence of the situation was extremely erotic, and combined with his cock slamming into my prostate repeatedly, my cock was hard and leaking, and eventually I shot a hands-free load. I heard a "fuck yeah" from a few people in the room, and then the top started to fuck me faster and faster, before he finally slammed into me and came, telling me to "take everything that I'm giving you, faggot". After he pulled out, I was flipped back onto my front on all fours, and another cock started fucking me. During the last fuck, apparently a number of other people had showed up, and I was fucked repeatedly in quick succession by a number of different cocks. I begged each man for their cum and thanked them afterwards. I was feeling an amazing high - being blindfolded and helpless, with total strangers using my body for their pleasure, and raw cock after raw cock filling my hole with cum - it just felt so 'right', with my primary purpose in life being to serve and please men. Even though I had just cum, I was already hard again. I spent the rest of the evening in a haze of pleasure. Being used by total strangers, drinking a few guys' piss, and being made to verbally acknowledge what I total faggot I was. I shot hands free one more time, and my hole was dripping by the end of it all. Eventually, I was alone again with just me and my Master. He took the hood off, and he fucked my sloppy hole to add one final load, while making with me. He said he was proud of me, and that I had taken 17 loads that night. He showed me some of the video he had taken, which was really hot to see after the fact. We ended up staying the night at the hotel, as I was exhausted and promptly passed out in short order. The next day, my Master mentioned to me that the training we were doing was in part because he was planning to pimp me out, in the literal sense - one of his friends told him that they were interested in 'acquiring my services' in order to live out their fantasies on a 'young college jock'. I'm both a little nervous about this, but also aroused - my Master he hasn't said exactly what that would entail, but he assured me I'd be trained and ready before going through with it.

Found two straight lads crusing. It's was a quiet night, no women around for them. They'd clearly seen me hanging around for a while. After quite a while with no action. One of them approached me and called me fag boy. Asked if I wanted a couple of loads as there was no pussy around they needed to nut inside something badly. They told me to bend over the bonnet of their car, look away and not make any noise as they were going to imagine my ass was a wet pussy. I bent over thinking they'd lower my shorts but they didn't. One of them ripped them open and they both spat on my hole. One threw his jumper over my head. They both bred me 🙂

Nice start!

Apparently, I make guttural, growling sounds when I unload. Does that count? I always try to give good verbal feedback - sometimes it's just not more than "good boy", or something innocuous, but at least something. I think it's important to encourage the bottom in at least some small way, even if it wasn't a mind-blowing fuck.

I'm 80% top. I take a lot of road trips especially weekend road trips. I always stay in a decent hotel. Evenings I go online and look for a good top. Sometimes I find one. Prefer a toxic poz top to recharge me, but that doesnt happen too much. Most of the time I wind up toppin some guy or maybe a couple guys. It is almost always possible to find a decent btm to breed. I fuckin love to shoot my toxic load into a btm. I dont know if there is a surplus of btms or not, but I aint complainin.

You're totally right about the book, yet it is funny to me how relevant the information is today. I own a copy, and read most of it. I remember going looking for it in the Chicago Public Library because I had heard about the book online, and was having issues "cracking the code" to be an effective cruiser as this thread discusses in some replies. The book was supposedly always in the library, yet I never found it on the shelf. Thinking back not much has changed in spite of the apps. If you find an active tearoom in the wild, or just meeting there some of the "roles & rules" are still there. The author coined or stole the term "Watchqueens" for those that are the lookouts. He breaks that down even further, see attached. I can't help but thinking the longevity of the book being in circulation is that it shows how little certain aspects of cruising have changed in spite of the apps. The other thing is whether or not someone is actually studying this behavior with modern inventions such as the cell phone etc being taken into consideration. Unless another major, lethal, STI outbreak such as AIDS comes along I doubt much attention would be paid to the subject beyond those of us that participate or want to.

Haven't posted in a while. Took two loads today. First was from a guy in one of the gayborhoods. Was cute, colombian, short (like me) muscular, and had a gorgeous uncut cock he slid in me. Pounded my hole a few minutes before unloading. When I got home a guy I'd been chatting with wanted to drop by. He's a tall, thin black guy with a nice big cock. Added his load to the mix. Wasn't expecting two today so it was a very pleasant surrpise

Awesome, thanks for the fuck and load! I'll be there for the next Cumunion on May 24 offering my poz cunt up again for more cocks and loads!! I ended up with at least 10 loads but lost count. I was mainly in the dark rooms on the first and third floors and was there until 11:30pm. I still get fucked alot at Heretic darkroom and been going alot lately to Southern Nights. Still miss the Manifest Cumunion parties where I set my record of 22 loads pumped in my slut ass!! Hope to have you fuck me again soon and bring your friends to try my ass out!

Out of curiosity, why would you want this? Like every other creative endeavor potentially under threat economically from the potential of AI content generation, this seems like a way to marginalize actual human beings trying to make income from producing genuine depictions of genuine human beings, and can’t be a good thing for the industry. In addition, if we thought porn up til now has had a seriously negative impact in skewing our view of what normal, healthy make human bodies look like, and what human sexuality is like, what happens when AI starts churning out paragons of masculine “perfection” -because it can- exclusively? What happens when all our images start looking like the samples above? None of us will resemble that “reality”. Earlier today I happened to glance at a feed from an adult video industry blog that talked about new talent and new releases, etc., and I found that not one bit of it interested me at all. I had to study on it a minute to think why none of those men depicted, or their scenarios, was at all stimulating. Then I realized - they were all perfect. Perfectly groomed, perfectly lit, perfectly posed, not a blemish on anyone’s skin. And the stories were totally contrived; they were plastic people doing plastic things. In short, none of them seemed at all real. And that was the result using actual people, handpicked for physique and looks, then visually doctored to create a specific illusion - what, then, when the whole thing gets turned over to the machines? Because it will, you know. Because Ai doesn’t require contracts or age verification or identity checking, and it doesn’t have to worry about getting STDs or overdosing, and there’s no drama. Because instead of having to hire a model and a cameraman and a lighting technician and schedule a shoot, you just have to type some commands into the computer and Hey! Presto! Porn! Sooo cheap. Frankly, now that Pandora’s box of smut has been opened, I don’t know that it can be shut, but is this really what we want? I think the far more compelling material is already among us - just go to the “Show Us Your Holes” thread, and look at the incredible, spectacular, gorgeous, delicious variety if real men, blemishes and all. I defy you to match it with AI.

🤣🤣🤣 There may be a bottomless pit of bottoms ... OK I'm not so good at jokes 😁 ..., but A LOT of bottoms self-select themselves out of getting fucked. "BBC only" "white only" "no Asian" "8+ thick only" "smooth only" "18-30 young only" "40-70 old only" "dom only" "Daddies only" ... on and ON the laundry list goes. I'm put off by picky bottoms even if I meet their laundry list criteria.

Have loved glory holes since the first time I decided to sneak into one. It took quite awhile before I started getting up the nerve to be openly slutty and now I love getting a glory hole booth with a two way window as well as a hole in the wall so the other guy can watch me sucking his cock and now I usually leave the door unlocked hoping that someone else will come up behind me while I'm sucking cock and pull out his cock and push it inside me so I'm getting spit roasted in an open booth knowing that anyone including the clerks could walk in and catch me like that. Sploosh!!!

Anyone else here into chubby guys. I have been for a long time and always wanted to be. Hated always being kinda skinny. Recently gained about 30lbs past few months and love it and want to keep it going. Last few days I've had random dude online pay for food for me at places and I go pick it up because they want to see me get heavier and thicker and get a big round ass to fuck and I'm finding it unbelievably hot. Wondering if anyone else here into this. Last night had a guy get me pizza on the condition I sent back pics of me eating and showing my ass.

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.

It seems like bottoms far outnumber tops everywhere, regardless of geography or mode of hookup (apps, websites, bars, clubs, bathhouses, etc). Bottoms & vers bottoms (who are really just bottoms) appear to be plentiful & tops get the pick of the litter. Does anyone have thoughts on what the actual % of tops to bottoms (approximately) is & why the disparity exists in the first place?

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

I got asked often why I do BB only. My answer is usually that I don't like condoms and I like the feeling of raw cocks. My answer doesn't seem to satisfy but I don't really care because I know what I like for sex. I take Prep and get tested regularly to protect myself and others. The question that follows is usually "are you clean?" even though my hookup profiles clearly states my status. What really bothers is the ones who get paranoid after raw sex and want me to reassure them that they won't catch something. 🙄 So how do you answer when someone asks you - Why BB and are you clean?

I think that it's not really fair to compare sex with men and women, because I think that what most guys like about sex with men is the no-strings-attached type of sex. This is what I mean. I've been at the sauna in my room, door open, and some guy comes in. Without saying a word, we kiss, do so oral, and finish with anal. And he leaves the room, again without saying a word. What I like the most about sex with men is the easy access to anonymous no-strings-attached sex. If I had to always meet in person, and have a talk before I could suck a guy's cock, I don't think I would bother. One of the reasons I like sucking cock is that I know that I can walk into the local ABS and play with cocks in the gloryholes.

love rereading this .. fuck ..

30 in one day it was a busy day at the bath house! But I don’t breed guys either

I think it’s certainly a matter of personal taste, but I prefer primal noises to speech. I like to hear that the Top has made contact with the deep, instinctive drives that power his breeding frenzy, and delight in hearing him give those passions free expression through my flesh. Such sounds tell me that he hasn’t held back, and hasn’t denied any pleasure to himself. His release is complete. Such sounds are also a visceral reminder to me of my role in the breeding act, in a very animal and object sense. Vocalization throughout the fuck is always welcome to me, as I take every available cue to modify my sexual response to best cater to the individual Top’s needs in the moment, but the expressions at climax really do need to be distinct. The silent ones did, as a rule, tend to pick up pace toward the end, but the pace would then just suddenly cease without warning - they were finished. Occasionally I can tell by a residual cock pulsing, but often the only clue is a limp cock sliding out afterward.

So what do you find the most rewarding, grunts/moans or actual words? and do you prefer tops to be verbal during the fuck? Or just at the final moments? and I am curious about the silent cummers- did at least their rhythm change a bit to give you an indication that things were nearing the end? as I agree- a top does owe a bottom some signs that they appreciate being able to use your hole for their pleasure

I cleaned-up this story quite a bit. While it is, to the best of my knowledge, a work of fiction, I gotta say it makes me uncomfortable. ********************************************************************* My BF and I went to an interesting event tonight. A friend of mine throws bondage parties. He has a full dungeon built into his basement which includes both an interrogation room and a viewing room. The later contains a one-way mirror at one end like those police line-up rooms. He stages viewing parties for select friends. We were invited because sometime back, I was the 'victim' of one of these viewing parties. My BF and our friend got in contact, and as it became clear they had common interests, approached me to see if I was game for some kinky action. The idea was that I would be raped by the interrogator, and all the scene would be viewed by guests in the viewing room. It didn't take much for me to agree, and the scene was very, very hot. After the event, we all became friends and he invited us over to watch that night's show. The show that night was of particular interest because the 'victim' was a newbie. And yes, for those who are concerned about such things, the host keeps a file in which the 'victim' gives a signed consent to the night's activities. The disclaimer runs something like this: "You have agreed to a live rape scene to be viewed by various individuals. No condoms will be used, and the top who breeds you may be HIV positive." The 'victim' signs his consent, without knowing exactly when it would happen. The 'victim' also can identify any limitations (other than those express in the agreement) and the host accommodates. At the appointed time, my BF and I and our fellow viewers were in the viewing room, stroking our meat, awaiting the commencement of the nights revels. About 5 minutes later the door to the interrogation room swung open and a big guy, I would assume in his late 30, came in pushing a hooded person. The hooded guy's shirt was ripped and his hands were tied behind his back. The hooded person tripped and fell to his knees on the floor. The guy came up behind him and yelled something I couldn't understand but later made out to be something like "I'm going to teach you that you'll never feel safe to walk home along again you little faggot." He pushed the victim down to the floor, grabbed one leg and dragged him close to the mirror. The victim was kicking and trying to get back up. The big guy grabbed a fist full of the back of the hood and tightended it. You could see the outline of the victim's nose, mouth, eyebrows. He finally let it loose or else he would have suffocated the person. He pushed his head forward and it hit the mirror and bounced back. The big guy ripped the victim's shirt the rest of the way off him and picked him up by the back of the neck and pulled him over to a table that was set up and bent him over it. Attached to the table was a dog collar on a chain. The guy snapped the dog collar around the guy's neck so he couldn't stand upright and was now locked to the table. The big guy started rubbing his crotch, all the while eyeing the victim's ass. The latter was still flailing about and screaming something I couldn't make out through the glass. The big guy grabbed a flog and started flogging the victim. Soon enough the victim's screams died out and his legs started to buckle. About this time the big guy pulled-down the victim's pants and shorts. We all knew where this was going. I was not the only one who's cock was rigid. The big guy spent another minute or so flogging the hooded guy until it looked like his legs could no longer hold him up. His ass and back were red from the hits. The hooded person was whimpering and crying and was now buck ass naked. At this point the big guy started talking to the hooded victim. Basically declaring his dominance and said that he could do virtually anything to him. He reminded him that the victim had no clue where he was and that they were underground and the cell was padlocked so there was no way to get out. He asked the hooded figure if he understood the situation he was in. The hooded person whimpered a weak 'yes'. Now the big guy had his cock out and was stroking it, walking around looking at the bottom's ass and smacking it hard every now and then. He would continue to say things like "Why the fuck does a faggot like you think he can just walk around the streets." and demeaning shit like that. In mid reply from the hooded guy, the big guy, lubed up and ready, just pushed his cock up into the guy's ass. Needless to say, the bottom let out a big scream. This was not a sweet fuck scene: this was as close to rape as we could simulate. The big guy just kept pushing and thursting in and out of the guy's ass. He screamed but being collared to the table and handcuffed, clearly couldn't do a thing. Finally, the big guy disconnected the collar from the table allowing the guy to stand upward, and he pulled off the hood. He swung him around to the mirrored wall and said "This is what it looks like when a real man takes what he wants you little bitch." and he continue to pound the guy's ass. I surmise the bottom was about 30 or so. He looked like he had been around the block more than once, and for his own reasons, felt the need to push his sexual experiences to a new level. For all of his cries, he had solid hard on. The big guy pulled out from fucking him, swung the guy around and pushed him down to his knees and shoved his cock into his mouth. He face fucked his rough for a good 10 minutes, manhandling the guy to serve the top's cock and ass. Eventually the bottom was laying on the concrete floor as the top pinned his head between his ass cheeks, all the while beating his thick bull meat. Not surprisingly, all of the guys in the viewing room were rock-hard, and were either beating-off or had already cum by this time. The big guy stood up, grabbed the bottom by his hair and shoved him flat against the mirror (which, from his reaction to the glass, must have been quite cold), twisted his head to the side and shoved his dick back up the bottom's ass. The was very interesting because we could see the bottom's cock sliding up and down against the mirror. He was very hard and leaving a pre-cum trail along the mirror. Fortunately the bottom was positioned in such a way we had a view of the big guy's cock pounding this bottom's ass. I was close to cumming at this point. I normally would be happy to suck off all the guys in the viewing room, but I was much more interested in watching the culmination of the rape scene. And so it was, soon enough the big guy started grunting. We could see cum running out of the bottom's ass. He likewise shot his load, albeit all over the mirror. For what it's worth, his pleasure was apparently tempered, as there were tears running down his cheeks. When the big guy finished blowing his load, he pulled out, and ordered the bottom to clean the cum off of both the top's cock and the mirror. The top then spat in the bottom's face, put the hood back over his head and dragged him back up the stairs saying he was done with him now and he's going to throw him back out onto the street with the other fags. Our host, who blew his load about this time. Smiling, he said he would ensure the bottom got home safely, and he hoped we all enjoyed that night's rape scene. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

We don’t all fit that description, or even close (I, for example, don’t fuck in piss-soaked basements and am not a sex addict by any measure) but the question you pose is valid nonetheless. Morality is a measure of values. An alternative morality is the obvious result of alternative values.

Chapter 10 Jake rushes home, knowing better than to shower, he leaves the cum to dry on his tight skin. When he arrives at the house he enters his father’s room. Curious, he goes into his dad’s underwear drawer and finds one of his dad’s black Bike jocks, sniffs it and tries it on. Hoping his dad will approve, he decides to wear it for him. Knowing he will arrive soon he dims the lights and gets on all fours in his dad’s bed ass up. Looking behind he can see his wet cummy hole in the large mirror across from the bed. The thought of the coach and his teammates loads gets him hard again. Within a few minutes he hears the front door open. He hears his father walk through the house and soon enters the bedroom doorway. “There’s my boy! Exactly where he’s supposed to be”, Jason exclaims. He explores Jake’s ass and finds a river of cum leaking from his jock hole and onto the bed. He notices the new jockstrap his son is wearing and snaps the band against his muscle ass. “You like your dad’s jock son?” Jason asked as he explores his sons smooth ass. “Mmmmmmm, yes daddy. It makes me feel like a big boy”, Jake coos. “Yeah? You are my big boy aren’t you son?”, Jake’s dad asks. Jake simple replies, “Yes, daddy!” Jason spreads his sons hole wide and begins kissing his son muscular ass and then finds his wet hole. “I want you to tell me who fucked you!”, Jason says sternly and then begins to eat out his son’s cum filled hole. Jake begin to explain how he’d been fucked by the coach and his team members in the locked room early that afternoon as his dad devours his hole. His father gets harder and harder as he details the how his coach and team mate bred him. Knowing that his coach is already poz, Jake’s father gets worked up into a frenzy lapping up the cum in his son’s hole with his large tongue. His trimmed facial tickling at his son’s sensitive hole causing Jake’s eyes to roll in the back of his head. “Daddy please fuck me with your toxic cock”, Jake gasps uncontrollably “With pleasure” Jake’s sternly says through gritted teeth. In one quick movement, Jake’s dad stands up, lines up his steel hard cock and slams into his son balls deep. “Oh fuuuucccckkkk!” Jake screams as he feels his anal walls ripping open. “Yes, rape my slutty jock cunt Daddy!” Jakes yells as he looks back at the hairy beast that is his dad fuck him, his huge hairy pecs bouncing as he ravages his hole. “Fuck yeah, you faggot!” Jason spits on his sons wide muscular back, his cock pistoning in and out of his sons hole. Jason’s pubes are now wets with the cummy juices from his sons hole and Jason notices the red streaks on his thick dick. He begins to feel his heavy balls tense up. Anticipating his orgasm, his flips his son over and slams back in. He grabs his son’s neck tight and brutally fucks him. “You want my toxic load son?! You gonna beg for daddy’s poison inside you?! Show daddy what toxic slut he has created” Jason taunts. “Please daddy! Give me your poz cum!”, Jake begs barely able to get the words out as his dad chokes him. With all his effort he continues, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” To the rhythm of his dad’s poundings. “Take my toxic load cunt! Fuuuuuuuuccckkk”, Jason cock flares and begins so unloads ropes and ropes of poisonous cum into into his son’s muscle hole. Jake wraps his legs around his hairy dad and clamps down on his dad’s enormous dick, milking his dad’s nector. His dad collapse on Jake sweating profusely and breathing heavily. “That’s my good boy” Jason says after he catches his breath and rolls over on his back and cuddles his son under his arm. Jason soon passes out from exhaustion and Jake lays his head on his dads hairy pecs and places his hand on his dads cum coated pubes framing his semi hard did and falls asleep soon after.

Drinking fun

That is very true. The bad behavior isn't limited to any one sexual position, and can be rampant in some venues.

"Im going to say "6-10," but it's probably a lot more, considering the number of times I've been kicked back in a sling, at a sex club, for 6 hours, on a Saturday night.

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. """""

I try to do my duty and fuck as many bottoms as I can. I only have 1 rule: don’t make it complicated. I want to spend my time fucking not texting.

I think the most is 8 one day at the sauna. It was actually quite recently and actually on a Wednesday midweek naked day. What I expected to be a quiet day was fantastic! Not everyone loaded me, but I did get a few and I was also pissed on, which was a bonus.

Eros you always gotta make things compicated! The purpose of my requesting no judgy comments is simply to encourage ppl to share their stories without reprisal, and if not here as a platform, then where? I don't think it's a stretch to speculate that depravity scales with all sorts of risky and deviant behaviours that would be considered evil, if not in a religious sense, at the very least, in a dungeons and dragons sense. So, I simply wanted to enable dialogue to provide shared insight with other like-minded deviants to anonymously comment about shit they've done and their thoughts on things. To put it blatantly, sluts do fucked up shit. That's my hypothesis, how many and how fucked up, who knows, but why not talk about it? Whether I'm gratifying these behaviours is irrelevant and the request for no judgy comments is hardly unique. Are only select topics allowed to have this privelege? This doesn't need to be a philosophical converstion, the point is for ppl to just share if they choose to, any stories that come to mind of fucked up things they may have done without people being mean and hypercritical. I know that you know full well that's all I was asking for too. geez did you have a bad day or something? and as for 'evil' in the title, you know that I'm not religious nor was it intended as judgemental word. It's just an adjective, a 😈-like desciptor, not a judgement and its meaning is completely dependent on the reader's perspective on the relatively abstract notion of what might constitute evil in a sex context. Now the vibe's all weird and no one's gonna share ><

Used to hit these cruisy toilets quite often, was near a trade school so plenty of horny tradie types...used to shoot up and stand in the cubicle with my jockstrap showing...did the trick every time

Part 3 Chad insisted on cooking breakfast for us. I didn't object cause I wanted to see what the lad could do. He made a pretty basic one, scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, (yes I'm a Jew, never said I was a good one) toast and fruit. It wasn't fancy, but the kid at least knew his way around a kitchen. And he's a quick learner. I'm sure he'll make a great chef in no time. As we ate, he looked over his phone, which undoubtedly contained calls from his dad. But he didn't say anything. "So," I started, chewing on some bacon, "when do you plan on going home?" A crestfallen look fell over his face as he realized he wasn't just moving in with me. After a moment, he replied, or rather croaked, "I'm not. I'm never going back there. Fuck the Major. If I have to, I'll live on the streets, but I'm NEVER going back there!" A look of defiance shone in his eyes. I have to admit, the thought of him being on the street, selling his body for money made my dick stir in my pants. "Knock it off!" I said, giving him a gentle slap across his face. "You know damn well I'm not sending you out on the street. You're living with me." He looked at me sheepishly with those big blue eyes and said, "Thank you Sir." "Thank you what?" I demanded. "Thank you daddy." He replied, a grin spreading across his face. "That's better son." I replied as I bent over and kissed his pink lips. Just then a loud pounding on the front door made us both jump. I went to see who it was as Chad stayed in the kitchen. Although, I already had a pretty good idea who it was. Sure enough, I looked through the peephole and there was the Major, looking pissed. I opened the door in my full naked glory. "Have you seen my kid?" He demanded to know, as he tried to avoid the fact that I was standing there with no clothes on. I just kept an innocent look on my face. "I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I have seen your kid?" I inquired. "Don't fucking lie to me Blum! The little shit took off last night and isn't answering his phone. It's location says it's over here. If you see that bastard, you tell him to get his ass home! That brats in for a heap of trouble!" "Sure thing Major. If I see him, I'll tell him." I responded feigning fake concern. The Major just glared at me before stomping off mumbling shit about faggots and Jews. I just shut the door as my blood boiled. I may be a sick, twisted fuck, but I would never treat family the way he does. Especially your own kid. I returned to the kitchen to see Chad still sitting there in all HIS naked glory. How could something so beautiful come from such a horrid person? "I heard him daddy." He said. "What do you think he's going to do?" "Nothing puppy. There's nothing he can do. You're 18 now. He can't touch you." Chad just sighed and smiled as he finished his food and took his dishes to the sink. "Of course, we'll have to get you a new wardrobe. And a new phone." "Thank you daddy." He said as he washed the dishes. "I hope to repay you for your kindness." "Oh you will son." I said, patting his hard, round ass. "You will." Chad just laughed as he finished the washing. After breakfast I took Chad on a tour of his new home. He loved my home, especially the upstairs playroom. I had knocked out a wall and combined two large bedrooms into a huge s/m paradise. The bathroom was converted to a real looking rest stop bathroom and the shower was huge, perfect for easily cleaning a dirty boy. And I had practically every device and tool a Master could ever want. Chads eyes sparkled as he walked around the room, touching everything, feeling all the leather, his dick rock hard the entire time. I explained the usage for all the items, about the many houseboys and slaves that I've used on and with them, and his cock dripped. He shivered as I placed a leather collar around his neck. He stood proud and hard as I attached restraints to his wrists and ankles. He looked a bit confused as I took some ice from the small freezer, and filled a bowl with ice water. I made him put his cock and balls in the water until his erection left. Then I quickly and expertly locked him up in a chastity cage. I didn't use a spiked one. Not for his first time. He looked disappointed when I led him by a leash out the door and down the stairs. I led him to the cellar where he saw the real slaves quarters. It was a dark and scary space with more cages and torture devices. I stood behind him and held his caged cock. "I own you now son. You are my property. I own your body. That's why I locked up your cock. It belongs to me now, and you will only use it when I allow it. Understood?" He just nodded silently. "And this dungeon is for bad boys. Are you a bad boy son?" He shook his head no. "Well, we shall see, won't we?" I whispered in his ear and he shuddered. I smiled as I could feel his cock straining in it's cage. Back upstairs in my bedroom, we sat on the bed while I produced something new out of my nightstand. A glass pipe and a little baggie. "What's that?" He asked quizzically. "This, my son, is meth." I answered. "It goes by other names too, like Tina, or T." I could see he was getting excited again. This all American boy was a true pig at heart. "There's various ways to ingest it. Today, we're going to smoke it. This is going to light your pussy on fire." He watched intensely as I loaded the glass pipe with a huge shard. "Now watch me." I instructed him. "You have to melt the shard first, then you roll the pipe back and forth a bit, and when it starts smoking, inhale." He watched with huge eyes as I took the first toke before handing it to him. He took his first hit like an expert and blew out a giant white cloud. He coughed a bit, but didn't on his second hit. I was one proud papa! We passed it back and forth a bunch of times, and his blue eyes turned into black saucers. When I knew he'd had enough for now, I set it aside and sat back. I just sat back and watched him as the drugs took over his body. A slight sweat appeared on his forehead as he closed his eyes and his hands roamed over his hard chest and flat stomach. I knew he was feeling sensations he'd never felt before. He moaned as he touched his caged cock and rubbed his balls. He leaned back and licked his lips as he ran his finger around his asshole, then stuck it inside himself. I could have watched his show for hours, but daddy needed attention. I snapped my fingers and Chad's eyes flew open. I just waved my cock at him and he instinctively crawled between my legs. He lovingly took it in his hands and felt it a bit. Feeling it's weight, and fondling my balls before taking it in his mouth. This wasn't like earlier when I raped his throat, this time he was making love to his daddy's dick. He sucked and licked it, running his tongue and lips all over, slathering me with his spit. I reached down and rubbed his muscled shoulders and neck while he devoured my dick. I ran my fingers through his gold locks and grabbed a handful,holding tight as he continued his love making. He arched his back and lifted his white globes in the air, giving me a perfect view of those twin mounds. After what felt like an eternity, I pulled him off and stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. I grabbed his ankles and pulled him flat, dragging him so his his legs hung over the end. Then I spread his cheeks apart and dived onto the pink flower before me. Chad let out a long, low, croaky groan as I feasted on his perfect hole, giving him sensations he had never felt before. He stuck his ass out further, trying to impale himself on my tongue that was pushing past his sphincter. "Oh fuck daddy. That feels so good!" He moaned. "Eat my ass daddy. Fucking eat my ass!" I pulled off his hole and slapped him hard on his ass, causing him to cry out in shock. "That's not an ass boy!" I corrected him. "What is it? Tell me what it is boy!" I knew his drug fueled mind was confused as to what I was getting at, so I helped him. "It's a pussy, boy!" I snarled at him. He immediately clued in and started croaking, "Yes Sir! It's a pussy Sir. Eat my cunt daddy!" He begged. I was impressed how quickly he took to it. "Eat my dirty fuckin pussy, daddy!" I did eat his pussy. I ate it like it was my last meal as he writhed in ecstasy on the bed. After a half an hour, my jaw ached and I needed to fuck. I lubed up my cock then grabbed his hair so he could see his face in the headboard mirror. (I had mirrors all over the room, even the ceiling, as I loved to watch mydelf fucking) I put the bottle under his nose and made him take hit after hit after hit until he couldn't hold his own head up by himself. Then I made him look into his own eyes as I rammed my cock all the way into him in one thrust. He screamed as much as his battered throat would allow as I ripped into his barely non virgin hole. I held his head up so he could see himself through his tears as I transformed him into my personal fuck puppet. I wasted no time in pounding his tight pussy, loving the feeling of his hard ass as it slammed against my belly. "Look at yourself, you little whore!" I shouted as I plowed him hard. "You're a filthy, drugged up bitch taking cock in his pussy, and you fucking love it, don't you?!" "Oh god yes, I love it daddy. This is where I belong. Fuck me Major!" He cried out. I don't think he knew what he had said, but I had heard him. My anger boiled inside me as I fucked the stupid kid for all I was worth while he just blubbered and begged for more. After half an hour, I was getting close to cumming, but I wasn't ready just yet. I pulled out, much to Chad's disappointment. He just whined for me to put it back in him. I just slapped the back of his head and told him to shut the fuck up. I sat at the head of the bed as Chad laid there on his stomach, breathing deep and sweating buckets. I grabbed the pipe and loaded some more, then I poked the lad. He looked at me with fuzzy eyes and I motioned for him to sit on my cock. He wasted no time climbing on top of me and sitting down on my fat pole. I handed him the pipe and he took a big hit. He was so horned up he was instinctively gyrating on my cock like the good slut he was becoming. He tried to hand me the pipe, but I refused, saying it was all for him. After he took six more big hits, I could see he was totally gone. I set the pipe down and that's when I asked him, "Do you realize you called me Major a little while ago?" "I did?" He asked, looking confused. "Yes pup, you did. Is there something you're not telling me? Did the Major fuck you?" "No, god no." He replied looking a bit scared. "But did you want him to?" I prodded him. He didn't say anything for a moment, he just continued involuntarily grinding on my cock before he finally said, "Yes Sir." My cock throbbed at the thought of Chad wanting his real father to fuck him. "Tell me all about son." I gently said. It took him a few moments, but after a couple more hits off the bottle he finally started talking. "I've always wanted the Major to fuck me." He started. "For as long as I could remember. I'd see him naked at the gym, and I'd have to hide my hard on. He thought I was just being bashful and laugh at me. His humiliating me only made me harder. I didn't know why." I kept feeding him poppers as he started riding my cock harder. "When I started masturbating, he was all I thought about. I imagined sucking his dick, I imagined licking his sweaty pits, I imagined him fucking me." This boy was telling me everything I needed to know about him. "Tell me more." I prodded him as he huffed more poppers. "I started stealing his underwear, and jocks, and socks. But only the dirty ones. The ones that smelled like him. I'd breath his smell as I jerked off, his manly, sweaty smell." Chad was riding my cock harder and harder as he continued. "I loved his dirty jockstraps the best. He would wear them a few times before he washed them. They would smell like ball sweat and piss." He moaned as he talked about this, and rode me even harder. "Sometimes there would be a pube or two in there." More poppers. "Then, I'd start sneaking into his bathroom after he left, and licking up his piss dribbles. I'd lick the seat, both sides, and if there were dribbles on the floor, I'd lick those up too." Jesus, this kid was a bigger pig than I could have imagined! "One time I came home after he had a lady friend over, and I found a used condom in his trash. I took it, and sucked his cum out of it. I've never cum so hard before." I put the poppers away and grabbed a couple more items out of the nightstand. I attached clamps to his pert little pink nips and he hissed in pain and pleasure. Then I held up my special jockstrap. This one was super filthy, having months of cum and piss soaked into it. The thing reeked. I held it over Chad's mouth and nose and he huffed the stench in deeply. "I want you to call me Major boy. Right now I'm the Major, and I want you to ride my cock like you want to ride his. Make me cum son." That was all Chad needed to be told, and he was lost to the fantasy. "Fuck me Major." He whined like a girl. "Fuck your little boy. Please daddy, fuck my little pussy. Fuck me Major. Fuck your little faggot son! Fill me with your cum Major. Fill up your little baby boy!" Chad had lost any semblance of shame as he used his muscular legs to ride me like it was the Kentucky Derby. I pushed the filthy jock into his face as he huffed it and licked it, making it slimy with his spit. He sucked the pouch into his mouth and let the nastiness fill his mouth, all the while calling me the Major and begging for my cock and cum. I grabbed the chain on the clamps and ripped them off of his tits, causing him to throw back his head and howl. I stuffed the disgusting jock deep into his mouth and partially down his throat. He started convulsing as ropes of white hot teenage cum shot out of his caged cock all over me. That pushed me over the edge and I pumped the second load of poz cum deep into his sweet, young guts. He collapsed on me and just started sobbing. Great wracking sobs like he did last night when he first showed up. I held him tight and soothed him as he let loose his emotions. "Shhhh. It's ok baby. Let it out. Daddy's here, daddy's got you." I cooed as I rubbed his sweat slicked back. "Just cry baby boy. Daddy's here. Daddy loves you baby." I froze for a second from my own words as Chad's sobs subsided a bit. "I love you too daddy." He whispered in my ear before lifting his head and looking and me through his tear filled eyes. "I love you daddy Abe." I squeezed him tighter as buried his face back into my neck and finished his crying session as the rest of my seed leaked into his hole. "You aren't, um, mad at me or anything for what just happened, are you?" He finally asked when he had calmed down. I just laughed and held him tight. "I'll never be mad at you for being you son." I said as he smiled. "Now this," I said, tapping his cock cage, "you came without daddy's permission. You'll have to be punished for that later boy." "Yes daddy." He said as he snuggled into my arm. "I understand."

Part 2. It was a Fall gray gloomy evening. I anxiously drove to the given address. It took a good hour. I parked across the street from an older historic style Bungalow home. Unkept exterior. Nothing unusual in this neighborhood. Though, the exterior was dark. It had a front porch with railings that needed work and dead ivy growing to the ceiling. Shrubs that needed trimming. A wrought iron gate around the yard. A gravel driveway that led to a large leaning garage in the back. No vehicles in the driveway. My gaze looked up toward the peak and I saw a round disk diagram star nailed to the upper front exterior wall. I slightly shuttered came over me. My skin began to get chilled. Was I at the right house? It looked abandoned. Though there were some dimly lit windows. I approached the house. some scattered leaves blew in front of me. As to block me. I stepped on them to make a crunching sound. I knocked on the door and stood silently. I heard nothing, but wind blowing leaves. Then I heard “Hey! Over hear.” to my surprise was a shadowy figure sitting in the shadow of the porch. I must have jumped and twisted toward the voice. “Hail Sarah Palin!”. I uttered the same response. The figure man stood up and was taller than I thought. He glided across the porch floor toward me. An illusion since there was no lights on. His arms reached out toward me and embraced me. His left arm slithered down and cupped my crotch and further to my rear ass. He gave a firm grasp of my right ass cheeks. He said, “Come inside.” The unlocked tall door opened up so effortlessly. he still had his had down at my ass kneading my ass cheek and fingering my ass crack. Inside was no different in temperature; cold. And, my eyes were straining to see inside for lack of lighting. The door shut behind us. The wall sconce lights came on dimly to light the walls that had embossed blood burgundy color wall paper. Tall ceilings and dark stained wood floor. Around front room was a main fireplace. A small gas flame flared up to light the fake logs. Above the mantle was a large 4’x6” oil painting what appear to be rows of corn. The painting was disturbing. Perhaps because of the dark colors and the twisting of the corn with a single path leading into darkness. Darkness that seemed mesmerizing and draws the eye in further. Jason was still clinging to me. I was getting excited since my cock was showing signs of getting bigger in my tight jeans. I felt the warmth of the fire inside the fireplace. He guided me to a leather couch and we sat next to each other. At this time I reached out and felt his chest. He was proud as he felt my hands touch his chest. He closed his eyes and took a steady breath inward to extend his chest even further. His right hand firmly grasp around my wrist and pushed further into his upper chest. Pulling my had down to his abdomen and finally to his crotch. Inside his pants was one big hard throbbing cock! Jason spoke up after a few minutes of us fondling each other. “You know why you are here…don’t you?” I looked at him with a sly smirk and said, “Well, yeah!” He responded and said, “I don’t think so!” He proceeded to remove my hand from his crotch and he stood up. He looked so impressive towing over me. He took a few steps toward the fireplace and gazed into it with a silent stare. He spoke in a methodical deep voice. “We want you to join our family. You see, I represent the…clan. A group of close-knit and interrelated group of men. With strong common interest.”

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A New Chapter Months have passed since Logan's father settled his major debt with he local drug dealer; trading his son for drugs. Since then Logan has learned to adapt to his situation. He has become a very valuable working boy to his captors. He makes deliveries to clients and services those that pay for his ass. He is totally addicted to drugs and spend half the time high. * * * * * Elliott was a freshman in college. He was your typical jock, frat boy type. He was in spring break with a group of his frat brother's to San Diego. One night they decided to venture across the border to Mexico. They wandered from bar to bar. As they were walking through the streets Elliott got separated from the group. Elliott was drunk and lost in Tijuana, Mexico. That's when he was noticed by a the local drug dealer. They had a plan for this young, good looking guy. They followed the young teen into one of tbs local Cantinas. They struck up a conversation with the inebriated teen. They leaned that although he had a girlfriend he was quite the player. He even knocked up a girl back in his home town. The only reason they weren't married was the fact that she was to drunk to remember who she had sex with that night. Elliott was fed more booze and eventually slipped something that would knock him out fit at least 12 hours. They threw him I the trunk of their car and if they went. * * * * * Logan and his gifter were woken up by the man in charge. They were told to be ready for fresh meat that was about to arrive. They had special plans for him and needed their help. Once the two were more awake and cleaned up they were taken into the main bedroom where they found Elliott tired yup and still unconscious. They were given instructions once he was awake he was to be slammed higher than god, then fucked and converted. Once he was nice and poz he was to be released back in the states to spread the bug to unsuspecting girls. As they fixed a special slam as Elliott laid there with enough Tina the unsuspecting jock wouldn't be and to remember their faces they had an idea to add drive of their blood to the mix. This, along with the fucking, would leave Elliott HIV positive and not even aware of his status. They undressed Elliott as he laid there before him on the bed. They didn't have to wait long before Elliott began to stir. Before he had a chance to know where he was or what was about to hasten to him. They fixed the tourniquet on his arm, found a good vein and as he stated to figure out he was naked with two other naked guys the needle was slipped into his vein and emptied. Elliott coughed out hard as he was experiencing his first taste of Tina. With the rush he was unable to focus his eyes as he heard a ringing I his ears. They had him totally fucked up as Logan began to feed Elliott his cock and his gifter administered Logan's small slam then his own slam. They knew with these small slams they could fuck for hours and repeatedly fill his straight ass with their charged seed. Elliott was so fucked up (and now very horny) that he quickly became a willing participant as he hungrily slurped on the cock in his mouth as Logan's gifter started to work his virgin ass. As he licked and munched on Elliott fresh as he knew that it was only a matter of time before he'd be depositing his dirty load inside the drugged up jock. When Elliott's hole had just enough lube Elliott's gifter moved in for the 'kill'. He wasn't gentle as he rammed the full length of his uncut cock drop inside Elliott's neg hole. He fucked away ass rough as he could making sure that Elliott would have done idea of what happened. As Logan was getting his cock primed for fucking his gifter deposited the first load of poz cum. They quickly changed positions and now it was Logan's turn to fuck a load into the straight boys hole. With he priming that Elliott had done with his mouth Logan couldn't hold back as he quickly and emphatically pounded into Elliott's ass. He grunted out as he filled Elliott's ass with a huge load. Elliott's ass was then worked over with dildos of various sizes as the two tops recovered so that they could deliver another load. They made sure to drive the poz cum already inside the drugged up jock as they kissed and sucked each other back to hardness. The converting of Elliott continued once they were hard again. This went on for nearly a day and a half. In that time Elliott was kept high enough that when they were all done he was ready to be stored off near the U.S. border where they knew he'd find his way home.

Part 6 After the two days of partying the two grabbed a bite to eat before crashing. Logan woke up not feeling very well. 'The gifter' knew he had done his job knowing that this was most likely the fuck flu. Logan had no clue thinking that he needed a slam to feel better and being one not to disappoint he fixed a slam for his sick boy and administered the slam. The drugs did make Logan feel a little better as he quickly asked to be fucked. 'The gifter' knew he didn't have much time since he had a client to see for 'the boss', but he couldn't resist. He fucked Logan right up until he had to leave. 'The boss' seeing Logan high told 'the gifter' to take Logan with him on his job. For the first time in over a week was dressed and left the house to start working. They reached the party, made their delivery and joined the party. Logan was still a little high as he got on his knees and began sucking random cocks as the party goers began to get high. Slams were fixed for Logan and The gifter'. Before Logan knew what was going on he was higher than before and on all fours getting fucked at burg end and loving it. 'The gifter' was doing his job servicing his clients. Compared to what Logan had been through to this point the night he spent working (if they called it work getting high and fucked) was mild and only lasted one night. In the morning they returned to the house, where Logan tried to eat some food with no luck. Logan had the full blown fuck flu! After Logan recovered from the fuck flu he was properly tagged with a tattoo as property of 'the boss'. He was completely hooked on Tina and had become good at not only preparing a point but at administering as well administering his own slam. On top of everything Logan and The gifter' became very close and spent all their free time together. One night when they were all alone they decided to slam each other at the same time. The only difference was that The gifter' was to get the stronger slam and Logan a milder slam do that he will be able to top. 'The gifter' sucked Logan's cock to it's full harness, threw his legs back and guided Logan's cock inside his hole. They then administered slams to each other right before Logan began fucking him right before the tourniquets were pulled off. 'The gifter' coughed out hard as Logan pounded away. Logan was so used to Tina and slamming the he didn't cough but surly felt a mild rush as he worked to his first orgasm in weeks. With the Tina I his body as he began to feel his balls beginning to boil he knew he wouldn't last that long. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't hold back any longer. Logan began to moan as he reached the point of no return and screamed out as he shot a huge load inside 'the gifter's' ass. 'The gifter' leaned up and kissed Logan thanking him for the recharge. 'The boss' and his followers came into the bedroom. They quickly gave both teens fresh slams sending 'the gifter' into a high he never had experienced before and sending Logan into orbit to join 'the gifter'. They then spent the next few days using the boys.