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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!!!

This story is based loosely on real events from my life. I hope you all enjoy 1. What have I gotten myself into, I thought driving into town. At 21, I had just graduated college in Illinois and had taken a job with a friend who lived in Florida. I’d packed up my little Toyota Corolla and driven from the cornfields I grew up in to the hot sunny coast of Florida. I don’t really know what I had been expecting but coming across the highway towards the coast and being greeted by the vast expanse of bright blue sky hadn’t been on the list. The sky just seemed bigger, like the land was diminished somehow and there was just more room for sky. I came off the highway and onto the main road that brought me towards the coast and the barrier island I was now to call home. I probably could have looked up something about where I was going, but for some reason I just didn’t. I knew that Cocoa Beach was close to Cape Canaveral but that was really it. I drove past pastel colored midcentury buildings, Miami meets the space race. Impossibly tall thin palm trees lined the street as I drove looking out for the hotel I was staying at. My job had put me up at this place, a beach side extended stay place that in the off season had plenty of rooms. I pulled into the small parking lot and looked around. From here you couldn’t see the hotel at all, just a big wall of lush vegetation. I left my suitcase in the car and walked down the narrow cobble stone path between big ferns. The path quickly opened up onto a large patio surrounded on all sides by low bungalow like houses. A sign reading “Office” pointed to the only two-story building. A little nervously I went up to the glass door and pushed my way inside. It was cool and inviting inside after being in the thick Florida heat even for a second. My eyes took a long moment to adjust to the much dimmer light now that I was out of the sun, and so I didn’t see him at first. Sitting behind a counter, was a handsome older man in a loose-fitting linen shirt unbuttoned at the neck. Now, I am not a prude, nor entirely inexperience when it comes to men, but this man was something new to me. Up until this point my experience had largely been with guys in my university. We had all been about the same age, and all of similar body types. This man was something different. Probably in his late fifties his hair was almost completely silver. He had a short cropped white beard, that preserved a little of his old much darker hair color around his moustache. He had a square, handsome face, and bright green eyes twinkled at me. The open neck of his shirt showed a thick forest of dark gray hair covering richly tanned skin. He was hot… no, not hot, sexy in a whole new way to me. I felt myself instantly attracted to him, even before I heard his low rumbling baritone voice. “Can I help you,” he asked, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Yes,” I stammered, “I’m David. I was… um… my job, well my friend booked me in here… I’m sorry I’m just realizing I should have gotten more information from her. I can um… If you don’t have… I can call…” I could hear myself stammering, but was absolutely incapable of stopping it, words just tumbled out of my mouth. “You’re Sarah’s boy, right?” “Yes! David, I already said that… hello!” The word boy hung in my mind. It did something to me. I wanted him to say it again. “Don’t worry. We’ve been expecting you. I’m Jack.” He got up from the counter. I saw now that he was tall and broad, with thick ropey arms. He had a little bit of a belly, that just added to the masculine energy he exuded. “Follow me,” he said pulling a set of keys off a peg behind him. He stepped out from behind the desk and revealed tree trunk thick, hair covered legs, sticking out from short, tight, tan shorts. Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I could see outline of a semi hard cock sticking off to one side of his shorts. I followed Jack out of the little office and back into the bright sun and oppressive heat. I instantly felt sweat start to spring up on my back. We walked across the courtyard, around a bright blue pool, with rattan furniture and umbrellas surrounding it. As we walked he talked, “My husband Danny and I own this place. I’m sure you’ll see him around. Tall bear with salt and pepper hair, and a hatred for shirts. No matter how often I suggest he wears a shirt when there are guests around I can’t get him to do it. You’re welcome to use any of the amenities here while you stay. We have a small gym on the back side of the office, the pool is open from ten to ten every day. There’s a trail down this way to the beach.” Truthfully, I was having trouble paying attention to everything he was saying. Watching his round muscular ass move in his tight shorts was hypnotic. The fabric of his shirt clung to the broad v of his torso, sticking slightly to his skin as he started to sweat. We came around one of the last buildings off on the side of the property and walked down a little concrete path. He brought me to the last door with a brass number 12 on it, and unlocked it. The little apartment was cool and inviting. The door opened into the little living room, a fan turning slowly over head, and then led into a kitchen. A hall opened up to the right leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. It was perfect. “What do you think? Will this do?” “Yes, its… wow! Its so nice!” “Sorry you’re off on the end of the property over here. We’re redoing a few of the units closer to the center, and need to keep the others open if people book them out. To be honest we’re cutting Sarah a bit of a deal on this place so…” he trailed off. “No! Oh my gosh. Its perfect. My college apartment was so small and had four homos stuffed in it.” He laughed, “Four homos stuffed in a small space isn’t all bad.” He let the joke hang in the air for a second, the innuendo crackled for a second. There was something a little different in how he was looking at me now, like he was undressing me with his eyes. I blushed and broke eye contact with him. “Right, well let me know if you need anything.” He moved towards the door, “I’m usually in the office, and if you can’t find me there my cell phone number is on the door. Text me any time, I’ll be happy to help you out with anything you need.” He hadn’t said a single sexual thing, but somehow it all seemed charged. He gave me another smile, and left me in the little apartment feeling hot and unsure of myself. I took a long moment, getting my breathing down, and feeling the flush recede in my cheeks before I went back to the car to get my bags. On my way back, dragging my rolling case behind me, I saw another older man, in his early fifties I guessed. He had close cropped salt and pepper hair, a bushy moustache and dark stubble on his face. He wore low slung basketball shirts and no shirt. He was a little far away for me to be sure but it looked like the thick band of a jockstrap was peeking out from the top of his shorts. My heart thudded in my chest again. From all I could tell the only people at the hotel right now were me and these two older men. We were totally alone and I was experiencing a sexual awakening I didn’t totally understand yet. By the time I got back to the little apartment I was hard as a rock. I pulled the blinds shut and stripped off all of my clothes. Right there in the living room I started to rub my hard cock. I had one hand behind my head, and my eyes closed. I imagined those two men. Jack and Daddy stood there in my imagination. Just as I had seen them that afternoon. Their natural heat and masculinity was all it took and soon I was firing ropes of cum onto the tiled floor. I paused for a moment, catching my breath, and looked at my load. Then I did something I’d never done before. I got down on my hands and knees and licked my semen off of the cool tiles. When I had licked the floor clean I stayed there for a minute, on all fours, with my ass slightly in the air. My cock gave another powerful throb. I was still fucking horny. Of course everyone says that 21 year olds are just horny all the time, and maybe that’s a little bit true, but this was different. I heard Jack calling me Sarah’s boy again. That second word, “boy” seemed to echo in my mind. I moved into the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed. I started to unpack, something to distract myself. I put clothes into drawers, and laid toiletries out in the bathroom. The bed was already made, but I tossed the pillow I’d brought with me onto it, and flopped back still naked. My cock was half hard. It really hadn’t gone down since I had come into the apartment despite the massive load I’d shot. I felt restless. I got back up and paced, then decided I couldn’t stay inside all day, and got out my swim trunks. They weren’t anything spectacular, or really that flattering, just the shortest trunks I could find at a midwestern target. I pulled on a thin tank top, and grabbed my sunglasses. It was somehow even hotter in the afternoon and I felt sweat in my pits almost immediately. I would need more deodorant I thought, or I’d just stink of sweat all the time. I padded back along the narrow concrete path in my flip flops till it turned into stone pavers, leading the way through more vegetation to the beach. It struck me, that with all the plants around no one on the outside could see into the little complex of bungalows, even here on the highly populated island it was totally private. I walked along the sand a little ways but out from under the protection of the palm trees it was just too hot. I found the other inlet through the plants that lead back to the hotel and turned up the path. I made my way between the other bungalows, to the pool. It was deserted. I went in the gate and kicked off my flip flops. The umbrellas around the deck cast long shadows over the edge of the pool and I sat with my feet in the water looking up at the big blue sky. Now, in the quiet, my thoughts finally were a little more quiet and I worried again what I had gotten myself into. I had moved my whole life down here, without really much of a plan. I had my job for right now, but my boss (who had moved back a shortly after we met in my home town and started a new company) was really the only person I knew. Outside of work I had nothing. It was just me in this new place. I had become so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t hear the gate to the pool open again. I almost jumped out of my skin when a voice broke through my thoughts. “You must be David… shit sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. I’m Danny.” Here was the other owner. He was still dressed in only basketball shorts and flip flops. Now that he was closer I was certain that the white band sticking above the low waistband of his shorts was that of a bike jock. He was more built than Jack, with pecs that stood out thick and defined from his chest, but still sported a little bit of a gut. He looked like someone who liked working out but liked good food and beer just as much. His whole body seemed to be covered in dark brown hair flecked with gray. Jack hadn’t been kidding when he described Danny as a bear. Maybe it was just that at college I had never been presented with anyone like them, maybe it was something unique to them, but having been faced with these two men they were all I could think about. My eyes drifted down to Danny’s crotch, I couldn’t help myself, and I was convinced I could see the outline of a heavy cock tucked into the pouch of his jock. Heat rose in my cheeks again. “I’m David,” I stammered, so nervous I couldn’t really talk. “But you knew that. Sorry! I’m not normally this…” I stood up to shake his hand, realizing too late that my cock was hard as a rock and pointing straight out. Danny smiled, “Nice to meet you David. It seems like maybe you’re more excited than nervous thought.” He looked down at my straining swim shorts. I quickly tried to cover myself up, muttering an apology. “Don’t apologize. Don’t be sorry about a natural body reaction. It seems like you’ve seen something you like and that’s gotten you excited. Totally normal at your age. Well, totally normal at any age.” He took a step closer. “Jack said you were cute; said you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.” “I… well… I don’t…” He was even closer to me now. “Its ok. There’s no harm in looking. Something tells me you’re too nervous right now, but when you’re ready you can do more than look if you want. Let me see your phone.” I handed him my cell, he took it and quickly punched a number into it. “I added myself to your contacts. If you decide you’d like to do more than just look… and something tells me you’re going to want to… send me a message. We’ll get you the daddy dick I think you’re starting to crave.” He gave the slightly swollen bulge in his shorts a squeeze and left. I was completely breathless, and now had a wet spot in the front of my shorts. After that I didn’t know what to do. I grabbed my things and went back to my little apartment. I watched TV. I drove out to the grocery store and bought some food. I tried to read a book. No matter what I did thought my mind came back to what Danny had said. My mind came back to his offer of daddy dick. Is that what I wanted? Did I want these two older men to fuck me? Even that first day, after only a few hours, I knew in my heart that was what I wanted. The animal heat that surrounded them both, hearing Jack refer to me as boy… it made me want to be their boy. I was hard again. I stripped off and shot another load onto the floor. This time without hesitation I licked it off of the tiles. My dreams that night were full of Jack and Danny. I heard them calling me boy. I woke up to sun streaming through the window, covered in my own cum and still rock hard. I hadn’t had a wet dream in years, yet I had just blown a load dreaming about these two men. It was 10am, way too early for this sort of thing but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I took my phone from the bed side table and found Danny’s number. My hands were shaking as I typed out my message: Hey Danny. It’s David. I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday. I stared at it, and then clicked send. His message came back a minute later: Hey David! I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. But I’m glad that you messaged me. Remind me, what did I say yesterday that you’ve been thinking about? Did he not remember? No… He wanted me to say it. I typed back: About wanting more than just to look. His response came quickly this time: Anything else boy? There was that word again… boy. My cock throbbed. My dick was definitely doing the thinking now as I responded: Getting me the daddy dick I crave. Good boy: he responded: The first step in getting what you want is saying it proudly. Now the second step is making the effort to get it. I’m not going to push you and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you really want it, in an hour meet me at bungalow 4. I didn’t think, I just typed: I’ll be there! This is what will be waiting for you: came his reply followed by a photo of a big thick cock, nestled in a dense bush of pubes. The head was shiny with precum, and seemed to throb with lust even in the still photo. My mouth went dry. College boys did not have cocks like this. I wanted it. Once again I replied with: I will be there! See you in an hour. Good boy. My hands were shaking, my cock was actively leaking precum. There was no chance I wasn’t going to go there. I was so horny in that moment I probably would have said yes to anything he asked. I just had to figure out how to kill the hour. I was getting ready to take a shower when another text from Danny came through: if you haven’t showered already boy, don’t I like my boys sweaty. My cock dropped a big glob of precum onto the floor. I dug out the one jock that I owned. I had purchased it from a sporting goods store back home. I had felt so naughty doing it. When I got home I’d pulled the straps over my ass and jerked myself stupid though. Having my ass exposed like that turned me on. It made me feel sexy and powerful. I found another thin tank top, and the smallest shorts I owned to complete the look. I felt hot looking in the full length mirror. Not super thin, nor built, I had a narrow frame. My light brown hair was cut close and flopped to one side. I had the starts of what I really hope would be a thick pelt of chest hair growing in the center of my chest. I just hoped that Danny thought I was as hot as I felt. I still had fifteen minutes before I was supposed to meet Danny but I decided I didn’t care. I’d just be early. Seeming eager didn’t seem like a bad thing. I slipped into my sandals and walked back towards the center of the property to find bungalow 4. It was tucked back off the pool, with its entrance facing the path to the ocean. It was much more central than my place but still secluded, even if there were other guests on the property I doubted they would notice a boy getting his first taste of daddy dick. With my heart pounding and my cock already at half mast, I knocked on the door. There was no answer. Fuck! I thought. Was this the wrong door? I looked at the messages. No, I was in the right place. I knocked again. Still nothing. I took a couple of deep breaths. Maybe it was just because I was early. I waited a few minutes. Then I lost my resolve and knocked once more. I heard movement inside for the first time and then the door opened. Danny was standing there with a massive grin on his face, wearing only a jockstrap. My eyes must have become the size of dinner plates seeing him like that. “Good job boy,” he said, grabbing me by the shoulder and pulling me inside. “You really want this don’t you?” He grabbed at his crotch and shook his dick at me. “Yes!” “I thought after I didn’t answer the door the first time you might give up… but you didn’t.” “I… um…” “Go on… I told you, you only get the things you ask for.” “I really wanted your daddy dick!” I blurted out all at once. “I know boy. I know, and you’re gonna get it really soon.” “Thank you…” I hesitated and then added, “daddy.” What was I doing, my non horny brain reared up for a second. I was calling this man daddy and thanking him for saying he’d fuck me. At the same time, I decided I didn’t care. It just felt right to say. “You’re a little embarrassed to call me daddy, aren’t you? That’s ok. It felt right when you said it. You liked it. I liked it too boy. We’re going to make each other feel very good.” He closed what little distance there was between us. He seemed to tower over me, and took my chin in his hand. He tilted my face up to his and then kissed me. His moustache tickled my face. I parted my lips immediately and let his tongue into my mouth. He held the back of my head in place and pulled me into him. My body was pressed into his hairy chest. His warm belly against by body made me feel week. I wanted to be enveloped in this man’s body. “Did that feel good boy?” He asked breaking our kiss. “Yes daddy!” “Good! Now listen carefully I’m going to explain how this is going to go.” “Ok!” “I’m going to take things slow with you this afternoon. I’m going to introduce you to man scent, and get you used to sucking my cock. I’m going to open up your hole and eat your sweet little ass till you’re begging me to fuck you. Then I’m going to fuck you till I cum deep inside your hole.” “I’ve only ever fucked with condoms before.” I said, worried that this would disappoint him somehow. “Don’t worry about that boy. Daddy is going to introduce you to the joys of real raw man sex. I’m going to breed you so deep that my load will always be inside of you.” “What about Jack?” “You’re not ready for Jack yet. You may think my dick is big but Jack’s is much thicker than mine. If you make it through everything today, and you still are interested in more daddy dick then you’ll be ready for Jack’s cock.” “I want you both to fuck me,” I was feeling bold. His dirty talk was making it easier for me to let go and just say what I wanted. “In due time boy. Now here’s the last thing. We will stop at any point today. You say the word and we will end it right then. However, once you say stop it is over and you won’t get a second chance at this,” he grabbed his crotch, “understood?” “Yes daddy!” “Good, now take your clothes off.” I was hard as a rock, as I stripped off. My shirt fell to the floor, I kicked my sandals off and shoved my shorts down. “You can keep your jock on. It makes you feel sexy doesn’t it?” I nodded. “Good boy.” He came close to me again. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. His mouth found mine again and he held onto me as we made out. My skin was now pressed against his. I felt his body hair brushing against my own. One of his big hands slid down to my ass and began to grab at the meat. I moaned into his mouth as he massaged my butt cheek. Involuntarily I felt my back arch, and I pressed my cheeks into his warm rough hands. The hand that wasn’t currently exploring my ass cheeks came up behind my head. He held me in our kiss, controlling which way my head turned and how much I could back off at any time. Very suddenly he broke the kiss, and put his other hand behind his head. He aimed my face at his hairy pit and pushed my nose into the musky thicket. “Breath it in boy, and then lick my pit. I want you to smell and taste daddy.” I did as instructed, I took a deep breath through my nose and felt a rush. His smell was intoxicating. My whole life I had found the smell of a locker room intriguing, until that moment I hadn’t realized it was the musk of sweaty men that I had been responding to all that time. It was like a drug. I sniffed and sniffed. It made me harder and hornier. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the salty sweat that clung to the dense hairs of his pit. “Fuck,” I moaned, as I lapped up the delicious taste. “I know, it turns you on boy. Get deep in there.” He pressed my face into his pit, twisting my head back and forth. His scent was the only thing I could smell. Danny growled and then moved me to his other pit. He didn’t need to push me forward I dove in. I had one hand on his big bulging bicep and the other wrapped around his neck, holding myself close to him. I devoured his sweat. My face was covered in his smell. I felt like I had been marked in some way. “Good boy,” he cooed. “Are you ready for something more?” “Yes!” I looked up from his pit, I my face was slathered with spit. “Get on your knees then. Its time to put that mouth to good use.” I practically feel to my knees. I looked up at him, and he smiled. “You’re sure you want to keep going boy?” “More than anything.” “Good answer.” He grabbed the straining pouch of his jock and pulled it aside. There it was: his perfect cock. The big mushroom head stuck straight out, right at my eye level. A big throbbing vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. Two big low hanging balls swung freely below its base. Surrounding it all was a dense thicket of pubes, the kind you saw in vintage porn, wild and unkept. My mouth was watering. “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told. He smacked his cock against my face leaving smears of precum on my cheeks. Then he flopped it against my open mouth. With one hand holding the root of his cock, and the other on the back of my head, he guided my forward. I’d blown a few guys in college but never anyone with a cock like this. I struggled to swallow him down. Choking and spluttering I worked till my nose was buried in his pubes. My face was red, and my eyes were already starting to water. His pubes smelled even better than his pits did, and I was determined despite everything to get my nose in them. He muttered encouragement, as he held me in place. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it, and my gag reflex couldn’t be suppressed anymore, he pulled my head back and his cock fell from my mouth. I gasped and coughed. “Damn boy! You did good. Now, work the shaft slowly. Lick all along it. Get your tongue in my piss slit. We’ll work you up to really deep throating daddy’s cock.” I did as I was told. I slobbered all over his cock. I slurped the leaking mushroom head, and tongued more precum out of his slit. I gobbled both balls into my mouth. I thrust my nose deep in his pubes. I worshiped him. This perfect cock in front of me had become my whole world. This was already better than any hook up I had had in college. Though I had never known it before, I had a huge thing for older men. I wanted to be their boy. I wanted to make them feel good. Every time Danny groaned it was a little reward for me, proof that I was doing a good job. He let me worship him for a long time. The heat had started to rise in the room, and I could smell the scent of both of us filling it up. My chin was covered in my own spit, and my whole face felt slick. Danny took hold of my head again and pushed his cock deep into my mouth once more. I swallowed hard and this time his cock went down my throat a little easier. It still constricted my airway, and I felt color rising in my cheeks. I held my breath as long as I could. I flicked my tongue around, and pushed myself a little further forward. I gaged. He let me go, and I fell backwards gasping. “That was really good boy. I’m really proud of you.” He squatted down and kissed me. His kiss was more gentle this time, less ravenous and more caring. “Now, I’m going to make you feel good. Come into the other room, get on the bed on all fours.” He helped me up and led me into the other room. I practically leapt onto the bed. On all fours with my ass stuck in the air I positioned myself at the edge of the bed. I had been rimmed before and I had a pretty good idea that that was what was instore for me now. “Fuck you’re eager.” Danny stepped up behind me and rubbed one of my cheeks, “Fresh beautiful boy butt. Your hole is so fucking pretty, pink and tight.” He bit one my butt cheek lightly. “And with just the right amount of hair. Too smooth and it doesn’t feel like you’re fucking a man, but you’ve got these nice furry cheeks. My dick is going to look so good sliding between them. Do you want to keep going boy?” “Yes daddy!” His tongue flicked across my hole. I gasped, and he laughed lightly. Then he did it again. Over and over he slid his tongue across my puckered hole. I relaxed into it and pushed back slightly. I felt my hole open up a little and his tongue pushed inside. He worked his tongue around the sides of my hole, tickling the ridge around it. His teasing was making me moan. With each movement of his tongue I pushed back a little more. It felt amazing. I could feel my hole relaxing, feel it opening. I was hyper aware of every fraction of an inch of his probing. He was getting deeper. Slowly he worked up till he was fucking me with his tongue. He had one hand on each of my cheeks pulling them apart. With each thrust of his tongue I let out a moan. I was panting. I felt sweat on my back. His dick wasn’t even in me and I was absolute putty in his hands. Even with how good it felt I surprised myself when I shouted out, “Please daddy! Please fuck me!” He took his mouth off of my hole. “Is that what you want boy? You want this big daddy dick in your hole.” “Yes! Please… please fuck me!” “You remember what I said earlier boy? I only fuck raw. If I fuck you I’m going to breed you. I’m going to pump you full of my cum. Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy.” “No, you have to say it. You only get things you want when you say them out loud.” “I want you to fuck me…” I hesitated and then, “and breed me. I want you to breed me! Please!” “Good boy! Roll over on your back. I’m going to look you in the eyes while I fuck you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my ankles. I pulled my legs up, presenting my hole to him again and said, “Please, please, please fuck me.” “Don’t worry boy. You’re going to get lots of daddy dick. Once Jack and I have broken you in you’ll get all the daddy dick you could ever want.” He spit into his hand and smeared it on his cock head. Then his head was against my hole and he was leaning over me. His belly was on my balls. He seemed to loom over me, seemingly larger and more powerful than ever. His cock pushed against my still tight ring with a slow and steady pressure. The anticipation made my heart flutter and a wild electric sexual energy crackled between us. I stared right into his eyes as he pushed a little harder till suddenly my hole gave way and his cock head sunk inside me. It was like all the wind had been knocked out of me. For a long moment I couldn’t breathe. A wave of pleasure so overwhelming and intense had crashed over me when he broke past my sphincter that it was like my mind rebooted. He stayed there for a moment, telling me what a good job I was doing as my breathing calmed down. He lent even further forward, pinning my legs to my chest as kissed me. While I was distracted by his invading tongue he pressed forward with his cock. Another few inches slid inside me. I was more full than I had ever been before. Danny was absolutely the fattest cock I had ever had. It was heaven. “That feels so good daddy.” “That’s only half my cock boy. Take a deep breath and let it out when I tell you.” I breathed in deep through my nose, and held it. He gave me a peck and said, “breath out slowly.” As I let the air out of my lungs he pressed onward and I felt his pubes on my ass. “Oh god!” I said. “That’s right. That’s what it feels like to be full of daddy dick.” “It feels amazing.” “You still want me to fuck you?” “Yes!” “And what else?” “I want you to breed me! Cum inside of me daddy! Fuck me!” “As you wish.” He pulled his cock back slowly and then rocked forward again. I groaned and my eyes rolled back. He did it again, and again, and again. Slowly he built up the pace. The hot, sweat scented room, was steadily filled with the sound of fucking. His thighs smacking against my ass as he ravaged my hole. I was putty in his hands. I would have done anything for him. All that I could think about was how good his cock felt, how much I liked being fucked by him, how much I liked being used by a daddy. He slid one arm under my back, his cock still lodged deep inside of me and rolled to the side. I was dragged over with him, landing on top of him, his cock never leaving my ass. Without prompting I started to ride him. My hands gripped his furry pecs. I let the wander, enjoying his hair covered body. He looked so masculine and powerful laying there. I bounced up and down on his dick, driving it deep inside me. “You’re doing amazing boy. You’re making daddy’s dick feel so good!” “Thank you daddy! Getting fucked has never felt this amazing! Its so fucking good. You feel so deep.” “That’s what raw daddy dick can do for you boy. Its how men were meant to fuck. You’re just experiencing real man sex for the first time.” “I never want it any other way again!” He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down into a wet passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestled as his dick was thrust up into me. When he released me he said, “Ok boy. This is your last off ramp. I’m getting close to filling your hole with my cum. Once I do you’re committing to getting fucked by Jack at least once, because if I’ve bred a hole he as to. Are you ready for that? Is that what you want?” “Fuck yes! Fucking breed me!” “Good answer.” He flipped us back over so he was on top of me again. This time he was really hammering me. Sweat dripped off of him onto my body. I licked at the drop that fell on my lips. He growled when he saw me do that. His face started to contort, and his breath came in deep grunted bursts. It felt like his dick was made of steel. Then he let out this roar and tossed his head back. He thrust his cock forward as he did and jammed it past my second hole causing me to shout. He held himself there, his cock throbbing and pulsing as it pumped what felt like a river of cum into my guts. As he did my own cock gave a powerful throb and shot cum all over both of our stomachs. Danny collapsed forward onto me, muttering, “Good boy. I’m proud of you,” as he did. My heart was pounding even as my breathing leveled out again. I had done it. I had taken Danny’s cock and he had bred me. For the first time in my life my ass was full of a man’s semen. It was incredible. I felt more attractive and sexual that I ever had before. Despite just having shot my load all over both of us I was still hard, and a little trickle of precum was dripping from my dick. “Thank you,” I said and kissed his cheek. “How do you feel?” He pushed himself up on his elbows so his face was above mine again. “Fucking amazing. Nothing has ever felt that good. I feel… I feel slutty.” “Do you like feeling slutty?” “I love it!” “Good. I like my boys slutty.” “Am I your boy?” I could hear the hope in my voice. I didn’t know till right then that that was what I wanted, but once I heard it it was all I could imagine for myself. “Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy!” “You’re learning. Well you’re not my boy just yet, but you’re off to a good start. In order for me to call you my boy you’ll have to first take Jack’s cock. Then we’ll see if you’re ready.” “OK!” “Now, just like with my you’ll get lots of opportunities to stop with Jack if you want to. We don’t want you doing anything you’re not one hundred percent sure on. Right now I’m sure if I asked you if you were ready for Jack to fuck you you’d say yes. But I also know you’re full of hormones and post fuck glow. So… you’re gonna wait. I’ve given your number to Jack and in a little while he’ll text you and see if you’re still interested. If you are the two of you will go from there.” “Will you be there?” “Not the first time. The first time is about the two of you bonding.” “Thank you daddy!” I kissed him hard on the mouth. He got up off the bed. “God you’re fucking sexy.” As he tucked his now softened cock back into his jock he said, “Oh, by the way, for the next week there are no other guests here. Its just the three of us. So feel free to… well… walk around in as little or as much clothing as you want.” He bent forward and kissed me again. “I’m going to go tell Jack about you. Relax. You can hang out here, or back at yours. He’ll text you in an hour or so.” One more kiss and a longing look and he was gone.

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?

Fuuck that’s awesome alpha I fukn luv feeling the alpha nut pumped in balls deep that few seconds when I feel the alpha nut coating my prostrate is massive turnon so fukn addictive

Somewhere I have a nice photo of my swollen lips but need to track it down. Here's a placeholder for now.

Yeah, I always up the level of my grunting, moaning, etc when coming. I'll usually also announce I'm about to breed the bottom with something along the lines of "Oh fuck yeah, going to breed your hole" before doing just that.

I was feeling extra horny today and working from home. I fired up the gaydar.co.uk website to see if anything interesting happening, but intending to continue working. I soon got a chat message pop up from a local top boy. Aged 28 and between jobs, his was called Steve. His profile said slim 6ft 2in tall and large cut cock and only safe sex. I didn’t think much would happen with my age in the mid 50’s and a bit of a bear build, but chatted for a while. In the convo I told him I sometimes used GBL to relax during sex. He asked what it was so I told him. He was curious to try it, but was worried about the date rape reputation. I suggested if he wanted to try using the G in a safe place, why not pay me a visit? To my surprise he said yes. I gave him my address and arranged to meet an hour later, giving myself time to prepare. When he arrived his body and good looks exceeded my expectations. He was not slow in making out with me as soon as I closed the front door. We were in the bedroom stripping off clothes within twenty seconds and soon laying naked on the bed kissing deeply. His cock was gorgeous and a good thick eight inches. We snogged and 69’d for a while before I reminded him about the GBL. I’d made up a 2ml dose in a glass of water. It stood by the bedside. “Al I’m really nervous about this stuff. Do you mind taking it and showing me how it works on you?” “Yeh that’s fine by me Steve. If you like what you see I can set you up with a fresh dose. It takes about 15 minutes to kick in.” I quickly swallowed the G tainted water and returned to the bed with him. As we made out for a while longer I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on his shoulder. “Steve, are you poz?” “Yeh, is that a problem? I’m into safe except with my boyfriend. Are you poz?” “Nah I’m neg, if we fuck wear a rubber ok?” “No problem.” “We made out some more exchanging blow jobs and generally both getting more excited. Soon Steve was fingering my ass. I reached over to the bedside table, retrieved the lube and passed it to him. Pretty soon he was fingering me deeply and working the lube deep into me. I was getting well relaxed under the influence of the G. Soon his knob was pressing against my ring as he spooned against my back in the comfort of the sheets. I was pushing back against it. He suddenly moved away. “Hang on Al, I’ll just get rubbered up.” The unmistakable sound of the packet being torn open and a condom rolling down his shaft followed. “Steve, Don’t hang around, just fuck me.” He spooned into my back and gently eased his cock into me. It felt fantastic. He started to tenderly fuck me as I drifted off to sleep under the influence of the G. When I awoke Steve had gone and his side of the bed was cold. I reached down and felt my ass pucker. It was wet and slippery. I smelled my fingers. It was cum. As I sat up in the bed more cum oozed out from me. Looking around the floor I saw an unrolled, but unused condom laying on the floor.

Love the photo touch with each of your stories!

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

You've absolutely inspired me @120DaysofSodom! I'm currently planning a Euro vacation in August and was unsure whether to fly into either Paris or Amsterdam. I've settled on Paris now after reading your posts 🙂 (I'm going to Amsterdam too briefly, for Pride) I have found memories of Paris and the cruise clubs. French men just do it for me and they're generally pretty hung. One of my favorite sex clubs in the world is L'Impact Bar. Man I've had some good fucks in there. Even though the venue is not that large, I love that there are no closed doors or places to hide. If you're going to fuck someone - it's going to be in front of other people, which satisfies both my exhibition and vouyeristic sides. I also like that it's naked only - nothing to hide 🙂 I'm not as young as you, so you won't see me still out until 5 or 6am every night. But I do like that you had an established sex club circuit that you stuck to every night. I might try this too. I've never been to Boxxman before, so will try that in the afternoons.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_k6Nyz5vOP3Yz Prison Bitch gets taught a lesson!

Fucking Hot!

Exactly! Faggots like us prioritize an alpha's cock and him getting off. Our little limp dicks aren't sex organs to us...our holes/pussies/cunts are. I actually find it disrespectful as a faggot to even consider touching my little dick in front of a top.

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.

Tim Kruger is one hot fucking breeder! [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/t-kruger-compilation/

At the very least, the "quality over quantity" guys tend to be less experienced and have even more inhibitions, which often means it will be a lousy fuck. I go through phases, but I usually fuck them anyway, in the hope that it will somehow turn them into someone who loves the act enough to learn how to make it the focus.

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

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.

Why Riverside? It’s just a boring city about halfway between LA and Palm Springs with very limited opportunities for the kind of play you’re looking for. Seriously consider making the 1 hr drive to Palm Springs, which is extremely gay and has lots of gay resorts, some bookstores and other venues to be a pig

Dear Diary, I just can’t stop thinking about him. His skin hung loose from his body, but his cock was full and plump. Rock hard, dripping strings of precum. Each drop of precum that touched my tongue was like a spicy fizzle, his aroma was deep and manly. The hard part wasn’t fucking each other senseless, the hard part was finding a time to do it when people weren’t around. It seemed to me I’d have more anxiety towards this behavior. But it’s like my hole opens and puckers at the gesture of a poz man thrusting into me. Like it’s the only cock that can satisfy me now. Riding his cock was like heaven and hell had collided. A soliloquy of darkness and light, and a battle for the darkness to spread within me. To take on his seed and become one with him, oh man. I can’t take it. But I do anyways. I accept his every thrust like it’s my last. My bed banging against the wall, each dog in the house howling as this poz fucker tears into me. As he takes over me. As I let him convert me. I’ll never forget how his cock twitched inside me, the ooze flowing up his cock deeper inside me, and spurting out. I remember the look on his face when I flipped him over and pushed my cock inside him. The ecstasy, the lust, and the pleasure. It was the ultimate sin, taking a unicorns blood was considered unforgivable. Just, this time, I’m hoping it’s my last time giving unicorn juice. For next time, I pray, that it be scorpion venom leaking out of me, spicy with a sizzle. until next time, diary.

Part 2 Seeing that the shot glass was already in Patrick’s hand, there wasn’t much point in turning back, but to only move forward, as the night was just getting started. The three knocked back their glasses and all squeamed at the bitter acrid flavor. Passing the Gatorade bottle around they each rinsed the flavor out and took a pause to adjust to the beverage they consumed. Ben grabbed a few pieces of candy and popped some in Mike’s mouth, handing Patrick a couple as well. “That stuff is terrible, hope you’re right and it's worth it. What happens now?” “We should start seeing it take into effect. It’s gonna make us feel more relaxed and give us a euphoric feel. But it’s not immediate, it takes 20 minutes” Mike reassured. “Ok, cool. Never thought I’d try something like that but let’s see how it goes” Patrick reiterated. “Yeah you’re gonna start to swirl, you’ll tell” Ben followed, smiling with a sense of self awareness and familiarity. Patrick dismounted Mike to change positions and give his calves a break. Ben, who was sitting back, legs up, and rubbing his pink hole, hand gestured to Patrick to come forward and top him. Ben’s chest showed beads of sweat pooling in between his furry pecs. Patrick crawled forward to Ben as Patrick began bathing Ben like a lioness cleaning her cub. Ben’s chest was salty, while his mouth was sweet from the gummy bears and the citric acid he had snacked on. Their tongues once again furrociously attacked each other. Their grunts were animalistic, as Ben’s legs were lifted over Patrick’s shoulders. It was a great position for Patrick to begin eating Ben’s male pussy and lick his sack. Patrick’s tongue managed to reach pretty far up his pink cunt, feeling his soft insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuckk ughhh keep it coming kiddo” Ben gasped. Ben’s man juices were sweet and insatiable. Leaving Ben’s hole slick with saliva and pushing back against his thighs, Patrick licked upwards across Ben’s tense bulbospongiosus muscle between his ass and his dick, making Ben moan even louder. Seeing Ben’s reaction he went back from sucking on Ben’s testicles back down to his pelvic muscles and reapplied pressure with his tongue and nose. Feeling Mike’s hands from behind, Patrick was getting his ass tuned up for another round of getting eaten out. Mike was excellent at rimming, he knew to not go too fast and he used the entire flat top of his tongue on Patrick. Mike and Patrick had their mouths stuffed, and could hear Ben groan the loudest as he watched his guest and his partner lined up in front of him. Amidst the action, Ben watched the porn play an orgy scene, set in the basement of a bar, and a group of pigs were filming each other using only the flashlights from their phones. These were some of the sweatiest pigs, quietly passing the bottom around with their black eyes. For Patrick, blowjobs were not really his top preference, but feeling the sexual tension he was willing to get as much cock as he could. Patrick stuffed his mouth with Ben’s meat nice and easily, realizing that his gag reflex was not interfering in any way. He could almost go all the way down to the base before coming up for air. “Dude you’re taking that dick so fucking good, don’t stop Patrick. You feeling the high kicking in? It’s fucking hitting me right now pfffff—ughhhh fuckkk”. “Yeah I’m starting to fucking swirl back here too hun, I’m gonna need that lube back here, can you pass me it Patrick?” Without a moment waiting, Patrick grabbed the lube on the edge of the bed and shoved it in Mike’s hand fast. He needed his dick back in him, he needed this raunchy spit roast to happen. Patrick could feel the horniness increase, feeling his heart pulse his blood rapidly, his body temperature begin to heat up, and could see his sweat creating drip marks on the sheets. He wanted these men to completely devour his body, enter his holes. Patrick lowered his hips for Mike while he pressed his hands into Ben’s inner thighs. It turns out that Ben is a grower, and boy he grew in girth and another inch of length, pulling his foreskin fully back, revealing a wide piss slit for Patrick to tongue. Patrick continued making love to Ben’s meat, without any sign of slowing down. “Guys I’m definitely feeling the high, oh my god my body feels so light and electric. Fuck me Mike, fuck me so deep.” Patrick growled back over his shoulder. “Boss you wanna feel me pump your ass with my semen? You’d like that huh? I’m gonna ask you return the favor to Ben and we can make a fuck train.” Mike growled back, smiling and showing his teeth. SLAP - Mike gripped Patrick’s ass with full strength, giving this ass another long lick over Patrick’s pucker. Mike inched himself on his knees closer behind Patrick’s lowered rear and rubbed his dick up and down this boys class crack in front of him. The lube was rubbing off and onto Patrick’s ass requiring that Mike apply a few more squirts of lube to fully slick up their bodies. Slapping his dick on Patrick’s hole, Mike could see Patrick’s ass clit pulsing and winking at him, signaling he needed raw cock. “Ughhh fuck, I need bareback sex. Fuck me raw” Patrick begged. Mike obliged, pressing his tip back inside the boys ass, gliding effortlessly passed the boy’s lips, and passed through his first ring. Using his teeth, Ben tore at the plastic of a different brand new bottle of poppers from the dresser and discarded the plastic to the floor. He opened the cap and assisted Patrick in feeding him long huffs of poppers. FUCK these were equally strong, taking over Patrick’s entire body. “Woahhhhooough you gotta try these you guys.” Patrick breathed. Patrick passed on the bottle to Mikes hands, as their motion paused for Mike to inhale. Mike took in his huff for 10 seconds on the left, and on the right, passing the open bottle for Ben to take some. Now that everyone was ready to go, their rhythm had begun. Ben was breathing loudly, taking himself into overdrive, while Patrick and Mike were panting in sync. Everyone’s bodies were hot and to the touch and their skin was slick with beads of sweat. The extra lube, everybody’s sweat, along with the poppers made for easy pounding pounding. Mike rammed in fast, pulled out slowly, giving his cock a flex inside Patrick. “I’m swirling, I’m fucking high fffffff-ughhh I wanna get fucked so hard by you kiddo, you wanna fuck me like you’re getting fucked right now?” Ben groaned. “Yeah let me be in the middle of you guys, that would be fucking hot.” Ben quickly took a pillow, folded it and positioned himself right in front of Patrick’s dripping cock. Ben’s ass was pointing straight at him, inviting them both to come closer. Ben’s meaty ass had tufts of sweaty public hair circling his ass, clumping in the sweat and saliva. Mike and Patrick, still penetrated, carefully kneeled up close to Ben to get the three of them fucking. Patrick lubed Ben’s naked cock up, as Ben mouthed his lips to Patrick and with wide eyes, “you fucking beautiful boy, youre so fucking sexy.” Patrick lined up, pressing into Ben’s cave, and could see his veiny cock slip into Ben’s soft and warm tunnel. “Haaaaawwwww yessssss big boy, your big dick feels incredible” Patrick closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fists supported his torso on both sides of Ben’s hips. This gave Patrick support to easily back into Mike and forward into Ben. His fuck hole and his cock were getting worked together. Mike changed positions slightly, getting on his hind legs and gripping Patrick’s harness, managing himself to thrust more upwards. In unison, their trio bareback was tapping into their animalistic grunting, heaving, thrusting and moaning. Ben and Patrick reentered their deep kissing, tongue fucking and licking more aggressively. “ I’m so fucking high, holy shit you guys this stuff is so fucking good, what is this stuff again?” “It’s the G, this is a fucking good batch. We love it when we have groups over” Mike panted with his eyes shut. “Ugh I wanna do more in a bit, we should maybe do our regular dose, this was a bit less to get you started kiddo” Ben said Patrick saw the digital clock and saw that it was 3am. The night was flying. Patrick could understand one thing, and that was that he wanted to go deeper, he wanted more cock and more sweat to keep their juices flowing. As their bodies were slamming into each other, Patrick leaned back upright, rubbed his hands all over his own chest, pushing back his slick greasy hair. His armpit hair showing off, pits stinking, and feeling like the sex trophy he always wanted to be. Hands from Mike and Ben enveloped him as they breathed heavily, squeezing his flexed muscles. Mike could not go any deeper into Patrick as his thighs pressed into Patrick’s ass as far as he could reach, throwing his whole body into him. Mike was getting tenser and louder, his grip firmly squeezing Patrick’s shoulders. “Ughhh ughhh ugghhh I’m cumming a bit, oooohh fuck I’m squirting inside you” “Knock me up you fucking pig, feed me your jizz, I want your raunchy juices inside where it belongs” Patrick yelled. The pounding was getting wetter and stickier, and Patrick’s ass was loaded with Mike's natural lubricant. The bed was convulsing and rocking loudly. “Wwwooffwwofwoofwoofwoof ohh fuck yeah you like that kiddo?” Ben said. “Oh man I’m fucking exploding, your ass is so wet, I’m still cumming!” Mike was making a complete mess of Patrick, wrecking his cunt and taking complete ownership of him. Patrick could feel some of the cum splashing between his ass and Mike's crotch. “Aahhhhh!! Rrrrrrrrrr fuckkk!” Mike clenched his pelvis and ass muscles into Patrick’s caverness ass. Letting his load shoot 4 more pulses, Mike waited for his muscles to recover as his body was weakened from the intense eruption. As Mike’s energy stabilized, he pulled out his junk from Patrick’s loaded cunt, seeing his prick covered in his frothy cream. Patrick was spilling Mike’s load all over the sheets as his ass lips adjusted to the absence of Mike’s prick. Patrick paused for a moment to acknowledge Mike’s satisfied grin. Ben grabbed the back of Patrick’s sweaty neck and licked the inside of his ears and whispered “ “You fucking beautiful boy you fuck me with your big donkey dick, huh? ffffffffff-ugghhh you like that baby? You like being high in my ass?” Patrick’s body weight was completely on top of Ben, embracing him, dripping sweat and grunting in their missionary position. “Huh huh huh huh huh ooooohh fuckkk yeah, this sex is so fucking hot. Wanna do another round of that drink?” Wiping himself dry with a bath towel from the corner of the room, Mike said “Well I don’t know if you’d be down, but we could potentially expand our session a bit and see who else is out there. Don’t get me wrong I think what we’ve got going on is hot and we don’t need to do anything that we aren’t already enjoying. But how are you feeling about exploring some more?” “Like a foursome?” “Like anything we want to do honestly, we love group fucking whenever we can, and I think you’re kinda piggish like us” Ben answered with encouragement, smiling from the notion that appeared groundbreaking to Patrick. “I’m so down, there’s so many guys in this neighborhood, but the only thing is that it's pretty late to start a hookup, right? Its going on 4am.” Scrolling through his phone, Mike said “We’ve got a friend our age we’ve known for a long time, we were chatting earlier and he hosts. Super sweet guy. Check out this guy’s profile, what do you think?” Passing over the phone, Patrick was amazed to find the same guy that he was looking at just days ago. Going through the public photos, Patrick completely recognized this profile with the emojis. “I’ve never messaged him but he looks hot, what is he into?” “He’s very verse, great kisser, and loves to have his ass fisted depending on the night”. Give me your BBRT profile name and I’ll tell him to unlock for you. Is that cool?” Mike asked. “Yeah if you could that would be awesome” “He’ll send more pics in a sec. I’m messaging him now, his name’s Christopher. He does live in midtown but has a fantastic apartment on the west side, high in the clouds.” Patrick was getting super excited about continuing with Ben and Mike and getting to try yet another flavor tonight. Patrick couldn’t even think about going home yet being so horned up. “Check your messages, he says hi to you” “Opening his phone, he saw about a half a dozen unread messages, but the last 2 were unlocked pics from Christopher and a note with “hey ;) “ in the subject line. Upon opening his unlocked account, Christopher appeared to actually have a really handsome appearance. He had a beard and a good mixture of self pics and pics from his own conquests. He wasn’t handsome, he was hot with a good set of shoulders and arms, and a big swaying set of balls dangling nice and low. “Fuck he’s hot you guys” “Yeah we think so too, he’s also very generous with his supplies and likes getting his boys fucked up. I think you’d hit it off” said Ben. “He’s saying we’re still welcome to come over and he wants to meet you Patrick.” Patrick was responding back to his private message from Christopher to make an introduction. He wrote… “I’m Patrick, how’s your night? Been having a good time hanging out with Ben and Mike up here in Harlem” Pressing send, Patrick looked up to Mike and Ben who were looking at him for clarity on next steps. “I’d be down to go to his place, but its up to you two what you guys wanna do. I wanna see where our night takes us and keep exploring with you guys.” “You’re gonna like Christopher, he’s a good guy to party with” said Mike. “That also means that you’d Mike and I would be going a bit deeper with the Christopher, that’s just how the three of us have vibed for the last decade. We’d all let you figure out how much farther you wanna keep trying new things, we don’t wanna scare ya, you know?” said Ben. “I see, no I really appreciate you looking out for me. I think I’ll see once I’m there but if he has more G than I can definitely do some of that, and just see how it goes, if that’s not too weird?” “We’ll bring some supplies to contribute, don’t you worry kiddo, you’re gonna have a good time no matter what” said Mike Pulling some clothes together, Ben said “Let’s get ready to leave for Christopher’s, the car is gonna get here in about 7 minutes”.

i would love to be castrated. one way: no drugs my sack is cut open and balls are hanging outside. my ass is fucked over and over. cum and piss leaking from my ass onto my ballds. my balls are abused as men wish while i suck cocks and get fucked. this continues until MASTERE is tired of it. my balls rupped off of me.

Part 3 I am exhausted when I finally return home after work. I manage a quick shower and jerk myself off before falling asleep. The next morning I awake to my phone buzzing. Shit, did I oversleep? No, it's Saturday. So why is my uncle texting me? His message says he wants to meet for lunch and talk about how the job is going. I'm just glad he doesn't want to have breakfast. I lay in bed and replay yesterday in my head. I can't help but rub one out. This is the bed that I masturbated in thousands of times as a teenager. The bed where I first started putting things in my hole. Where I first watched porn. Now look where I am. I arrive at my uncle's favorite diner and find him waving from a corner booth. We quickly order and get down to business. "So it seems like you've figured out what was bothering the guys. They were in great spirits yesterday afternoon," he says. "Uh...yeah I guess so." I respond, not sure where this is headed. "Tyler, I have to show you something," my uncle says as he slides his phone across the table. I pick it up and can't believe my eyes. There on his phone is video of me getting gangbanged on the table by eight Mexican studs. "Uh, how did you? I can explain..." I said in panic. "No need to explain, Tyler. You were just doing your job. I told you to do anything to keep them happy and you did just that. Apparently you didn't notice the security camera on the ceiling when you were laying on your back," he says with a chuckle. "I was a bit distracted. Wait, so you're not mad?" "Hell no! You are just what those men need. Look, I knew you were a homo. I don't care, more chicks for me that way. You finally found a way to use your skills on the job site." "Hehe, I guess so. Well, I promise it won't happen again." "The hell it won't! You've gotta give your body up to these horny men every work day now. I know I'm asking a lot more work from you, so I'm increasing your pay by 50%. These guys are motivated and are working harder and faster than I've ever seen. So in a way, you're saving me money," my uncle says. "Are you gonna tell my parents about this?" I ask worriedly. "I won't tell anyone. Though the videos and pictures those guys took of you could get around, but not by me." "Oh, you saw that part too huh?" "Yep, I couldn't look away." my uncle responds. "They really don't care that you're a boy. They use you just like a girl." As we eat our meal, he rambles on about business. I'm shocked that he's fine with all of this. When we finish up and it's time to pay, he pulls two credit cards out of his wallet. "Here, this is your new expense card. Go buy what you need to keep these men happy." "Like, what do you mean?" I ask. "You know, sex stuff. Whatever they're into. Oh, and don't worry, I'm having a small bed installed in the trailer so you don't have to spend all your time on the table." "Thanks," I say as I take the credit card from him. This is one of the oddest conversations I've ever had, but also one of the most exciting. We leave the cafe and go our separate ways. Not sure what to buy, I text my friend Hector again. After all, he's the one who got me into all this. Hector is so jealous when he hears my job is to be a fuckboy for Mexican men. He recommends sexy underwear, skimpy outfits, lots of lube, poppers (especially for me to keep up), and something I never considered: a chastity cage. I told him how horny I've been by all this and how I can't stop jerking myself off. He says if I'm going to handle eight men a day, I need to be at full hornyness and not pleasure myself. Plus it will show dedication to the men. Hector also recommends coming up with a schedule so the men don't have to all use me at lunch. This will give them more time to fuck and me more time to recover in between. I draft up a schedule on my phone. All eight men will get a 15 minute break with me each day. Four per day will get to fuck my ass and the other four will get blowjobs. Then it will rotate the other days. I spend the rest of the weekend shopping and resting. The real challenge starts on Monday and I can't wait.

Nothing better than getting down on my knees and sucking anonymous cock or pressing my mouth against the hole and having the guy throat fuck me.

Sadly there are those who look at someone who is undetectable and think that they’re irresponsible because they caught HIV in the first place and immediately want nothing to do with them. Not bothering to take the time to think that perhaps that person trusted someone who believed that they were negative. Not do they think about the time they were not one hundred percent responsible. Now I’m regards to the stories posted who can truly say which are true and which are fantasy, only the person who’s posting knows for sure. Then sometimes a story is mostly true with some embellishments added for flourish. Some live by the saying “Never let the truth get in the way of a good story”. Sometimes it’s better to just enjoy what you read and leave at that

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 5 After being drugged & fucked Logan slept for 2 days. When he finally woke up he was hungrier then anything. The young stud known as 'the gifter' made after that Logan had plenty to eat as the two were all alone I the house. After Logan had digested his food 'the gifter' took Logan back to the bedroom where he prepared a large slam for Logan and a small one for himself. As Logan sat there watching the points being prepared he felt so run down from being awake and high for over 3 days. 'The gifter' talked him through the process of preparing the points letting Logan know that he's going to want to be able to prepare his own fix when he needed one. Logan listened as best as he could focus in his tired state. He watched as a tourniquet was placed on his arm. Logan was told how to find a his vein, swab it off with alcohol, stick the needle in, register a flash of blood and then push the plunger down. After the needle was pulled out if Logan's arm he didn't have to be told to pull off his own tourniquet. Logan coughed out hard as the drugs flowed through his body and into his brain. He laid back on the bed as 'the gifter' did his own slam. The two snuggled up with each other as they enjoyed their respective rushes they began to kiss. Soon enough they were kissing. Without any guidance Logan was tongue dueling with 'the gift'. With the drugs again fueling his actions Logan was enjoying the action. Soon enough Logan eagerly moved into position to suck the cock that not only took his virginity, but probably gave him HIV, only time would tell. Logan was enjoying the cock in his throat as his ass was not just getting a good rimming, but a few rocks added for a booty bump. This had Logan being to be fucked. Once 'the gifter' was sure that Logan had enough Tina in his as he put Logan on his back, kissed Logan and slowly slid his cock inside Logan's hungry hole. As Logan was pinned to the bed by 'the gifter' he pulled out another point he had prepped, worked a tourniquet on his arm and quickly slipped the point in his vein. Before Logan knew what was going on the point was empty and the tourniquet was pulled off. Logan coughed out hard as he began to hear ringing I his ears and he could focus his eyes. 'The gifter' began to pound away at Logan's ass. Logan was so high and fucked up he could only lay their and moan. 'The gifter' didn't hold back as he flooded Logan's ass with more poz seed then he did the first time he fucked Logan. The two studs spent the next 2 days fucking, sucking and kissing as Logan was not only hooked on Tina, but was also hooked on cock.