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I had been thinking about having some more professional pictures taken of me for a long time, but kept putting it off knowing that the 'self' pics I have always seem to do the trick and did I really need more than that? The answer was always no. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on CraigsList, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some nude and tasteful pictures of me. Of course I have nudes, self taken, but I wanted someone else's view and skills of taking pictures with an artistic mind. As expected I received multiple crude or amateur responses and it took me a while to sift through them, one of the responses caught my eye. His name was Ed and he had a photo studio in town and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost, but if one was really good I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all of the digital files and Ed would keep nothing. Pretty easy for me to agree to, since there was no skin off my back to possibly get some great shots. Ed and I connected via email first and it was pretty professional from the get go, which I appreciated, but I wanted to make sure that if the situation arose, he was alright with more soft porn type photos of me enjoying myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through some of his non-public online gallery to give me some ideas of what he has done with other men and clients. I was pretty excited about this and we set a time. Ed said he would email be back from his personal email so there wasn't any 'business' ties to our conversations or thoughts. I said sure and waited for his email. Ed's email came in soon after. I opened the email and read the pleasantries. I saw the time we were to meet online and go through the gallery, but I also noticed a profile link for what appeared to be Ed's Adam4Adam profile. This couldn't be an accident, right? Of course maybe he just has it there with his personal email. I don't know, but I had to click on it. I was led to Ed's profile and read through his words, summary, and then looked at his available public pictures. Ed was very attractive, should length graying hair, seemed to be fit, but my vision was pulled right to his soft cock, hanging naturally it seemed to be at least six to seven inches soft, shaved balls, and well trimmed pubes. First impression? fucking gorgeous. Oh I wanted to see his 'private' pics, but definitely didn't have the nerve to ask for that, not yet anyway. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time I opened the video chat link and waited for Ed to join. It seemed like I had been waiting for a long time, but in reality it was my excitement that made the wait that much longer. Ed joined rather quickly after our scheduled time and it was great to finally talk to him. We covered some pleasantries and then Ed asked some questions. "So Tim, would you like to see some artful nudes I have and have had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?". Ed asked. "That would be great! I am very interested on those that started kinda where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want", we both laughed. Ed laughed too and said, "you bet, I think I know what you want to see". Ed shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly looking for someone specific. "Ah, here he is. This is Joe, he came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of 'selfies' and 'gay web site' pics, but wanted something done a little more tasteful. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?" I was looking intimately at every photo. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or lounger, Joe was naked and semi aroused it most of the pictures. The lighting was awesome and the environment was great, Joe seemed to be in a very relaxed environment. "I think these are perfect for what I am looking for. I see Joe in mostly the same poses, can you handle other positions and thoughts?" I asked Ed. "Of course Tim, let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking". Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a 'second' page. "Are these more along what you are thinking?". The new set of pictures I now saw were incredible and exactly what I was thinking in the way of pictures. There were one of this new guy of him hard...holding his cock, up on all fours, a dildo in his ass...they were all very nice. Ed commented, "I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention". Ed laughed "Fuck Ed". I caught myself and corrected my reaction, "sorry Ed. I mean yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?". "Of course Tim, I am very open, you can ask anything you want." Ed said. "Thank you Ed, I really appreciate that. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted and the obvious, did it go any further, pictures of him cumming?". "Great questions Tim. This is Robert. Robert wanted some new pictures that might be 'action' type pictures. We started with different poses and soon enough Robert was aroused and it just led from there. To answer your last question, yes Robert came very hard at the end of that session". I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session, this is exactly what I was looking for. "That is hot" "Yes Tim, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?" "Yes Ed, I would love that". We worked out a time to meet up at Ed's studio. Meeting Ed I arrived at Ed's studio as we had discussed. The studio was in an older building down town, more of a loft style studio or apartment. Ed was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt, shorts, and sandals. "Welcome Tim, please come in" he said while letting me in. I almost felt him staring me up and down from behind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men posing in many settings and poses. After closing the door Ed said, "you like my work?". As I continue to go over the different photos I answered, "very much. They are just great, very real, very sexy". Ed chucked, "ha, you should see the ones I keep in my office. those are much more...revealing". I turned to Ed, "I would love to, can we? It might give me some ideas". Ed said 'sure' and led me down one of the hallways to a large open room. The floor was wood but a majority of it was covered with a plush area rug. A desk stood towards the end with some draped windows behind them. "Great office", I said. I then took in the photos on these walls. Fuck! They were all so hot. The artistic nature flowed in these as well, but there were some of men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, men leaking, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. "These might be a little more than you are looking to do, but maybe they inspire some inspiration", Ed said. I walked in closer to on in particular. The photo was black and white and showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock with a top down view, as if the viewer is the one doing the fucking. "Amazing" I said. I was looking intently at it, getting aroused, and didn't sense Ed coming up next to me. "Yes, this is a good one". Ed almost startled me. "I remember it well. Do you like it?". "Oh yes, it is very sexy. I don't know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. Well done. They obviously had this in mind when they came here, right?". "Oh it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment", Ed said while air quoting. He then added, "yes I think he had this in mind when he came over". I thought about that statement, I am sure he meant when one of the men made the arrangements. Ed quietly moaned and I think he adjusted his cock in his shorts. "Let me show you to the studio and changing room", he said. Ed showed me into the studio, which had some different furniture pieces and props for pictures. Off to the left was a small room that had a couch, few chairs and what looked like a makeup desk. "Here you go, you can change in here, or undress in here, depending on how you want to start Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or are you wanting to go right to naked?", Ed asked. "I am want to start with a thong mesh jock and go from there". "very nice. will give you a few and check on you before I am ready". Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. Under my shorts I wore a jock and my silver cock ring. I took the jock off but decided to leave my cock ring on, I was semi aroused anyway so removing it would take a little while. I stripped off my shirt and dug the mesh jock out of my bag. I slid it on and made sure my cock and balls fit in the front pouch, and then adjusted the thong in my crack. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get semi hard. A light knock on the door came and Ed asked, "everything going alright in there? I am ready when you are". I moved to the door and opened it, standing back so Ed could see. "Do you think this will look ok?". Ed looked me up and down then said, "fuck yes, it is hot". Ed reached out and pulled on my thong string by my hip, then "turn around so I can see the fit". I turned my ass towards Ed. I felt his fingers slide under the fabric of my thong string running down my crack. His fingers trace the fabric down over my hole and he paused there before pulling his fingers back. "Yes Tim, this will be great, and you wear it very well". I turned back to Ed and it was now I noticed he had changed his shirt and shorts, to more of a looser tshirt and sports shorts that I could make out the prominent outline of his cock head and a new wet spot. I looked up and smiled at Ed. Ed took my hand and let me to the couch. "Let's start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up". As I moved into position I couldn't help but stare at Ed's shorts and the growing wet spot. After a couple series in similar, but different positions, Ed saw me staring and said, "sorry for leaking Tim. I don't normally start leaking just by taking pictures". "oh, no need to apologize Ed, it happens to the best of us". We both laughed. Ed had me pull the mesh jock aside, releasing my hard cock. "That is great Tim, just like that, don't play with your cock yet, let me take a few". Then Ed said, "maybe turn over so you are resting on the edge of the couch, on all fours, cock still hanging free, but the fabric covering your hole". I did as Ed instructed and while he was moving behind me taking pictures, I asked, you said don't normally start leaking by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?". I heard Ed stop moving and he answered, "usually when a hot client is showing me their ass". I turned my head to look at Ed. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. "Just kidding Tim" and we both laughed. "I normally start leaking when watching porn or checking some websites I like. I stood up from the couch and removed my thong all together and then assumed the same position. "Same here" I said. "That is great Tim, here let me straighten out some of those cushions", Ed said and moved in behind me. As he bent over my ass and back he held on to a cheek with one hand while he pushed the cushions back to where they should be. He leaned over the other way and this time his cock, behind his shorts, touched my hip. "there, that should keep them up". Ed's hand was still on my cheek and hard cock touching my hip. He asked, "would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures"? His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. "yes please Ed, I would love that". "Great, give me a minute, be right back". Ed squeezed my cheek and headed to a near equipment bench. He opened one of the drawers. He seemed to pull out a dildo and some lube. Ed hurried over and I now saw clearly it seemed to be a six inch dildo, lube, and also poppers. I started to get hornier and hornier the closer he got, and yes is apparent big cock was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and asked, "can I help you with these?". "I would love that Ed, thank you". I arched my back and next felt some cold lube drip onto my ass and Ed rubbing it all over my hold and around my full balls. He then lubed up the toy and used his off hand to spread my hole open a little...and slowly worked the dildo in to me. I moaned out loud, "fuck that feels good". my cock was now dripping. "I think these will be hot". "Tim, hold this in you I need to capture this". Ed got his camera and then said, "mind if I take off my shirt, a little hot in here now", and he laughed. "of course not, please do". I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts, the evidence was obvious. I watched Ed peel off his shirt. He wasn't hairy at all, just some small graying patches in the middle of his chest. "much better, ok if you want to slowly work that in and out of you...perfect". Ed got closer and started taking pictures. I took the dildo and started sliding it in and out of me, fuck it felt so good. Ed said, "now quickly pull it out and I will get your hole wide open". I did as Ed asked and Ed got closer and closer, taking pictures. "You are beautiful Tim. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office". "I would love that Ed". my hole was aching, but I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it to get it wet. "fuck Tim, that is hot. Pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it", Ed said. "yeah, suck on it. damn great pics Tim". Ed stopped taking pictures and I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was stroking it, watching me. His cock was so gorgeous, probably nine inches and leaking precum now. "want to get some of you sucking my cock?" Ed didn't really wait for an answer, he got on the couch next to me and started leaning in giving me access to his big cock! I dropped the dildo and started squeezing Ed's big cock. I lowered my head to his cock, licking it clean of any precum and then sucking him into my mouth. "suck that big cock Tim. do you like my cock boy?". Ed asked while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Ed's hand left the back of my hand and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre lubed hole. I felt his fingers now circling around my hole and in a moment he slid one of his fingers in to me. Then two fingers, I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger fucked my ass I took his cock out of my mouth and told him, "please fuck me baby". "oh Tim, I really want to but we shouldn't". I was still holding Ed's big cock in my hand and looking up at him, "why? do you have a boyfriend?" "No", Ed said. I continued, "don't fuck your clients?". "No, it isn't that Tim". "Please Ed, I want you in my ass so bad". "Tim, I am poz and not on meds. I want to fuck you so bad, take pictures of my cock in you, but I want you to know the risk". Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. This is the time to make that decision. "Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?". Ed asked, "are you sure Tim?" I just said, "yes". Ed leaned down and kissed me, got up with his camera and got behind me. I could feel his cock then lay on my crack. Ed then started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole! I knew he was taking pictures now and it just turned me on even more. "Tim, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my cock. Tell me to fuck you now". "fuck Ed, please...put your big cock in me, I need to feel you deep in my ass". Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. That big cock started opening me up, the pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight ring, finally I felt a little relieve and Ed stopped pushing! "baby, my cock head is in you, I need to take some pictures...please hold still". I could feel Ed's cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. "Fuck Tim, I might have to hang this one in my office. Your ass is nice and tight, just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?" To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. "Tim, damn....I love it...take my cock as much as you want". I pushed back on Ed's cock a little more, feeling him slide into me more and more! He was stretching my ass more than I had been before and I loved it. If I thought about it, I knew the dangerous position I was now in, this poz top man was leaking in me, and Ed was not on meds. I couldn't help but let him fuck me more and more. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips to help him get deep in me. "please keep fucking me Ed, don't stop". Ed started really fucking me will full long strokes of his big bare cock. "I love watching my cock slide in and out of you", Ed said. As Ed started sliding in and out of me quicker I thought I could feel him swelling. "Tim I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass". I immediately turned my head over my shoulder, "please don't pull out, I need to feel you cum in me...please". "you want my poz cum baby?", Ed asked I put my head on the pillow in front of me and loudly said, "breed me with your poz load, I want it so bad". Ed picked up the pace, "oh yes boy, you are going to get all of my cum in you". His pace started to pick up and soon Ed said, "get ready baby, here comes my poz load" "fuck me full Ed, poz my neg ass". I couldn't believe I was shouting this to a poz man, but I wanted Ed's load deep in me, changing me! That is when I felt Ed swell and finally shove deep in me and start shooting. my cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. He said, "thank you Tim, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you." As he slowly fell out of my sore ass, I said to him, "I want more Ed"

Been a long time since I've posted here... I've had a long dry spell lately, other than sucking some daddy dick occasionally. Chatted with a younger (early 20s) guy a week or two ago, but it didn't go anywhere at the time (of course). Decided to "tap" him on the app a few days later and he messaged me back...went through the whole "what's up" back and forth but pretty much got to him saying "I want to suck your dick". He asked me if I could host and when I told him I could but my housemate would be in another room, he said he was fine with it. He actually showed up (sort of a shocker lately), and he was cute as fuck. Got to my bedroom, made out, clothes came off, told each other how sexy we thought the other one was...I laid on the bed and he went to town sucking me, with occasional trips back up to make out some more. At one point I flipped over on top of him, he spread his legs, and I was sort of dry humping him while we kissed. We hadn't talked about fucking, so I didn't do any more than that...but after he got back on top of me and sucked me some more, he straddled me and (without lube, he must have either taken a load before coming over or pre-lubed before he drove over) lowered himself onto me. Damn his hole felt good. Flipped over into doggy and we both hit the poppers a couple times before I started slamming myself hard into him for a few minutes and exploded. I started heading into the bathroom to rinse off and he came in right behind me and started feeling me up again, sucking me a little, etc...while we chatted for a few minutes. Pretty sure he would've wanted round 2 had I been up for it (and I should've). Said he and his bf were going out of a town for a couple weeks but he wanted more when he came back. Hope he keeps his word.

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.

Fuck…that is so hot he took you raw and your load even though you told him you don’t know your status. Guessing he takes other guys raw too…love horny little fuckers like him and know quite a few guys who are like him. Know they should play safe but take the loads anyhow.

Wasn't my last load but a hot anon one this morning on my jog. Love taking my shirt off and seeing if I can catch any guys checking me out. Saw a chubby shirtless guy headed towards who also had his shirt off and loved watching him jiggle as he headed my way, pale skin, a little bit of chest hair, inked here and there, redheaded. As he got closer I could see he was probably late 20s or early 30s, what most guys might call an otter. I played with my crotch a little as we approached each other and smiled at him as he passed me and he smiled at me as well. I turned around to see if if he was checking me out and sure enough, caught him looking. I smiled again and he waved at me so I turned around and caught up with him. As I did he said "hey" and got right to the point asking if I was looking. I said I was and we both slowed down to a walk and he asked if I lived nearby. I hadn't seen him before so didn't know what his story was, but said I did but couldn't host. He muttered a damn and said he couldn't either. I told him I knew a fenced in yard at a vacant house we could use if he didn't mind doing it outside. He laughed and said he was already sweaty so why not. He wasn't kidding either, his body was glistening and I could only guess his ass was moist and ready as mine was. I told him to follow me off the path towards the place I've used before. As we walked there he introduced himself as Matt and I introduced myself and we chatted a bit. He was pretty forward that he wanted to fuck me and get fucked, which got me hard and had him laughing teasing me about young guys always getting hard so easy. I teased back that he must like young guys and he admitted he did. We slipped inside the fenced in yard and he was checking things out and pulling me towards him, sticking his hand in my shorts and jerking my cock. He pulled me in and started kissing me saying he loved how thick my cock was and how bad he wanted it in him and my load too. Knowing he wanted it raw got my cock throbbing and he added he wanted to do me the same way and I told him I wanted it like that. He pulled me over towards the back of the house and pulled his shorts off. I loved how hairy his ass was and it was dripping with sweat, easily mixing with my spit allowing me to penetrate his ass as he moaned with delight. Clearly he's done this before and loves taking random loads from guys. He was moaning telling me how hot my cock felt in his ass, how thick it was, and how bad he wanted my load. I wasn't holding back and really pounding him hard and he was taking it like a champ and I blasted my load in him as he begged me not to pull out. I kept stroking, telling him there was more where that came from and he laughed saying that's why he loved young guys. I leaned into that saying I bet he took lots of loads from young guys and he laughed saying he did and he also has bred a lot of young guys and that he was going to breed the shit out of my ass. I loved that he was so piggy and honest about fucking and getting fucked and soon enough blasted a second load inside him. By now we were both drenched in sweat and couldn't wait to take his load. I'd been jerking his cock will pumping my second load in him and was loving how thick his cock was too. I knew it would really strain my ass the way I love. After I slid out of his ass he put me up against the wall and told me he wasn't going to show any mercy and he didn't, spitting on his cock and my ass and then forcing his cock in me roughly and I let out a "fuck" louder than I wanted to. I was hoping no one was walking their dog nearby and didn't hear that but didn't care as he was now balls deep in me and pounding me hard calling me a dirty little slut and that I'd probably been fucked here by other guys. I said I had been and he kept it up saying I probably get fucked all the time by guys I pick up on the trail and I admitted I did. He kept it up saying I probably let them all breed me raw and take their loads and I admitted I did. He laughed and said he loved slutty young guys like me who love getting bred raw all the time. I was now begging for his load, loving that he had me figured out as the slut I am. He let out a loud groan and I could feel his load flood my guts and I begged him to stay inside me and not to pull out. He laughed and said "not a chance" only to slid out once his dick went limp. I told him what a hot fuck he was and he laughed and told me to suck him clean. I did as told, making sure his cock was clean as a whistle. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them back on thanking me but saying he needed to get going. I pulled my shorts back on and we headed back out the gate. It's a short walk back to the trail and I told him it would be hot to hook up again. He laughed and said if he sees me again to say hey and we'd take it from there. I offered my number but he said he couldn't do that offering no more of an explanation. I said that was cool and I could only guess he must have a BF or GF or maybe just prefers random hookups. We split up again and headed our separate ways.

I've read around on this site for a little while now, wanted to join and share some of my own experiences and how I got into bareback sex. I'm a 32 year old male, I live in the North West UK and I've been with guys since around the age of 22. Had my fair share of sex, with regular fuck buddies and also anonymous 1 off meets, but I'd always been a safe only guy, always using condoms. Last August during the Bank Holiday, I'd decided to give myself a much earned break and booked a hotel in blackpool for 2 nights so I could have some 'me' time in one of the saunas for the weekend. I've been to the sauna in blackpool numerous times and I was hoping it would be nice and busy for the Bank Holiday and I could unwind and get used by some anonymous guys for a couple of days. I arrived on the Saturday and checked into my hotel and hit the sauna straight away and luckily enough I was able to get a weekend pass so I could go as often as I wanted. On the Saturday, I went there over 2 separate spells between 1pm - 3:30pm and then again between 6pm - 8pm and I was glad to see a fair few men there. Lots of variety and plenty of guys looking for fun, I spent my time on the Saturday in the gloryholes giving guys head and swallowing numerous loads, as well as letting a few guys fuck me if they used condoms. I went back to my hotel feeling fully satisfied and I was looking forward to the following day, hoping it would be just as busy! After walking down the sea front for a little while I went back to the sauna again about 12pm on the Sunday and it was a lot busier than the previous day and a fair few of the older daddy type tops were there too which is my absolute favourite. After giving a few guys blow jobs in the gloryholes, I got chatting to a guy whilst in the hot tub and he'd asked about going to one of the booths together so I happily accepted. He was in his mid - late 40's, grayish hair, dad body (oh my god I love proper daddy types lol) and was about 7 inches or so. We went to one of the booths and we kissed for a little bit before he started to eat my arse and finger me for a little while. He was very, very good with his tongue and I wanted to make sure he was enjoying himself so I made sure to sit on his face whilst I was giving him head. His dick wasn't massive, but his pre cum tasted so damn good and he had some very heavy and full balls that he needed to unload. I lay on my back and opened my legs and he started to position himself to enter me, I grabbed a condom and he told me 'I don't like using them, they are a dick killer for me'. I replied I only play safe and he took it quite well and allowed me to put the condom on him and he slid inside me, slowly fucking me whilst we kissed. As he started to fuck me deeper and I moaned louder, he started to get quite verbal himself telling me how good my arse felt, that he'd love to feel me raw and how I should be bred exactly as he intended. I just carried on kissing him and asking him to fuck me harder but hearing him be so verbal about wanting me raw for some reason was really turning me on. I decided to get on all fours and let him fuck me from behind and the booth we were in had a TV monitor on, with a guy also on all four's, but begging for the guy in the video to fill his arse with cum. In the heat of the moment I found myself also really wanting this random man to cum in me, he started to fuck me from behind and he told me again how good my arse felt and after remembering what he said about condoms, I asked him 'would you get even harder if you didn't have that dick killer on?'. He pulled out of me and said 'Too fucking right it would, raw is better and you know you want it', and he then leant down and playfully bit my arse cheek. I was all caught up in just being ridiculously horny and taking a little inspiration from the porn on the TV monitor, I reached between my legs to feel for his dick and I peeled off the condom for him and threw it to the side. I started to shake my arse for him and he let out a 'hmmmm you filthy little boy' and I guided his dick back inside me. In that moment, I was legitimately shocked at how different bareback felt, skin on skin felt so much better and as he pushed himself inside me, asking me if I wanted him to breed me. My inner whore came out and begged for him to fill my arse up with every last drop and he started to pick up the pace and I was throwing my arse back on his dick like my life depended on it. Whilst all this was happening, I was getting hit with thoughts of finally taking bareback dick, whilst also having no clue if he was clean or not and with him continuing to be verbal about breeding me, I found myself craving his cum and giving 0 fucks about the consequence. It didn't take long for him to bury his dick deep in my arse and he moaned so damn loud and I could feel his dick twitching and shooting his cum up my arse. Instinctively, I found myself saying 'breed me daddy, fill my arse with your cum, put it as deep inside of me as you can'. Once he'd come, I wanted to clean his dick off (I'd never done arse to mouth, found out I really like it lol) and he gave me a kiss before leaving the room. I got back to my hotel later that afternoon to take a nap and that was when some of the worries started to settle in, but it didn't last long as I felt so excited about finally getting barebacked and it feels so fucking good. Since then, I've been much more relaxed with condoms, I don't ask guys to use them and unless they bring it up, I take it raw and can honestly say it's been the best decision I've made!

Chapter 65: Who's Your Daddy Part 3 Before I could say a word, the stranger planted his lips on mine, for a good five minutes. I pulled away and said dad. Yes it was my real dad that had just planted his seed in me. My real dad said yes son. I still love you, even though you are a part of someone else now. I started crying. I wasn't angry or sad, but joyfull. I positioned myself between my 2 dads, and we passionately kissed each other as they dried the tears from my eyes. My real dad started by saying that he was happy for me and my step dad, yet envied him for being the one to convert me. My real dad said he had always had a special connection with me, but the timing just wasn't right. With the pending divorce and my just starting to discover M2M sex. My real dad said that even so he still loved me and would still be a part of my life, along with my step dad. My real dad then said in more ways than one, and got up turning around to reveal a biohazard tat on his ass cheek. He explained that my step dad and he were fuck buds, and that he had been kept in the loop the entire time. He added that he and my step dad had long conversations about meeting today, and that it was my step dad that suggested he go on a med break, and share their toxic seed with their son. My step dad then said it was time to share more of his seed with me, and told me to ride his cock, facing him. Of course I jumped right on him. It wasn't long before my step dad asked my real dad to join us. My step dad said I could handle it, as I'd taken on the twins already. Dad said he was impressed, but angry he didn't know that. My step dad just said now you do, and get in our sons ass and let's fuck him good! I've had the twins bigger cocks in me at the same time, but this was an entirely different situation. Knowing both of my dad's were fucking me. Them feeling their toxic cocks rubbing against each other. Knowing that my real dad had hoped to poz me, but not mad at my step dad for doing so. The fucking was quite furious, and I could feel both their cocks starting to pulse and release their seed in me. I don't know if they came at the same time, but if not it was pretty close. Once my real dad pulled his cock out of me, their loads oozed out of my hole as I shot my load on my step dads face and chest. My step dad pulled out, and I greedily licked their loads from the soaking cum covered sheets. My step dad said kiss me son, and I said you already got my load, I'm sharing this with my real dad, who said fair is fair. My step dad suggested we head to my room to continue our fun. He suggested we slip into our swimwear and grab our beach towels and if mom came back early, we could say we were at the pool.

I’ve never asked a guy after the fact but I have had quite a few guys ask me my status after the fact, which blows my mind. I guess they were too scared to ask before or don’t know how to broach the subject. I have to chuckle as it’s too late bro…you took my load.

Nice conversion! Now time for them taking photos of his two lines appearing on the test... And of him in fuck flu before... Every gifter should have such documents in his house or office.

I would love to lay in a tub and random guys or girls come by and piss on me and eventually soak my body in a tub of piss when tub is full.👄

I have spoken to @rawTOPand he is currently unavailable due to personal circumstances. I think we have to be patient for the time being and hopefully the chat will return soon. x

I equate it to the daddy in me, I've always been the one to help when a friend is in need or a boy is kind of "lost". It's bitten me in the ass more then once though.

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

Swallow. Always swallow. I can't imagine sucking a beautiful dick. Tasting the sweet precum. Feel him start to tense up. Then it happens. The thing you were waiting for. He cums. The first shot is a dribble. Just enough to get a taste. But the second shot is powerful. It slams into the back of your mouth. He fills your mouth with his hot nectar... I can't imagine that happening and not swallowing everything I'm given.

I absolutely love it! I used to have a guy in his 40s who would have me come over to drink his piss and suck his cock. Its been a while since I was last used as a urinal though.

A shot-out to Olissipo Sauna in Lisbon here. This is a small sauna and mainly mature clientele but I've found plenty of guys will dip it raw and seed you properly without a thought. Must be an age thing?

Moderator's Note: I have no knowledge or access to the technical features of this site, nor does viking8x6 to the best of my knowledge. I have reached out to rawTOP. I suspect he is the only one who can tell us what is going on. My impression is that everyone is affected. I suspect the chat room which is a separate piece of software from what runs the forums is having issues. I am sorry I do not have any more information than this.

Thanks man! A lot of strategy went into this one. I REALLY want to get to the reason everything happened like it did, but I'm almost there.

Chapter 64: Who's Your Daddy? Part 2. Dad opened the door and let the stranger in. I could hear him taking his clothes off, and him and dad kissing. Dad told him he just loaded me. The stranger got behind me and removed my plug, rubbing his cock with the cum that was seeping out, before gently pushing his cock in me, taking his time. I totally remembered this guy, as he was pretty much the only one that made love to me at the practice party. My dad started kissing me, and told me to tell him how slutty I was. I told the stranger I was now a poz pig, but I loved how both he and my dad made love to me. My dad said you love my cock don't you son? I of course said yes dad. Dad asked me what I loved most about his cock, and he said that it was the one that converted him, creating a bond that not many other fathers and sons have. My dad then said more fathers should have such a bond, and I agreed. They then put me on my back and the stranger continued to make love to me. As he was about to cum, he spoke for the first time saying I love you. I immediately recognized the voice and ripped off my blindfold to reveal..... To Be Continued!

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.

Or, conversely, you could explain, since you evidently know all about it. Just because your sexual adventurism has given you insight into the byzantine codes and rituals for this type of clandestine sexual activity doesn’t mean everyone, or even most people, have had the same experience. I venture to say that I have experienced considerably more…shall we say, sexual variety than the majority of men out there, but I haven’t got a clue how one goes about understall, and frankly don’t get why anyone would want to in the first place - it appears cramped, awkward and distinctly unsanitary. But that’s just me. The OP is interested, and just like you when you first walked into the Sears men’s room, doesn’t have the information or experience he needs. There’s nothing wrong with asking for it from those who do. In a community like this, I think it’s reasonable for the OP to expect something more than to be told to go read a book.

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

Chapter 9 When Jake and his father finally arrive home they see Tyler waiting for them in his driveway. Jake tells of his adventures with the roadside cop which which works Tyler up into a frenzy of horniness. Tyler and Jason take turns on Jakes hole until they all collapse in exhaustion in Jason’s large bed. The next morning Jake wakes up early and cuddles up next to his father. He slips his hand under the sheets and finds his dad’s semi hand and begins stroking. Before long his father is fully erect and leaking. His father slowly wakes up rock hard to find his horny son. He tweaks his son’s erect nipples and says, “I like they way you think, but we both have to get going so we might need to multi task”. A sudden look of disappointment covers Jake’s face and his father responds, “ don’t worry we will fuck you in the shower.” Jake’s smiles and all three head to the large shower in Jason’s room. Jason and Tyler plant their morning seed deep inside Jake and after they all get ready for their day. As Jake gets ready to leave for school, he hugs is father good bye. As he does, this father slips his hand down Jake’s pants and firmly grips his sons muscular butt cheek then slips his finger into his sons crack wetting his fingers with the mixed seed inside. Jakes moans. Jason pulls his fingers out and licks them. “Mmmmmmm that’s my sweet boy” Jason begins, “Now remember, we have a long day apart with you at school and me at work. Your job is to collect loads and when I get home you should be ass up showing daddy what a good job you’ve done collecting those loads. Understand?” Jake smiles and responds, “Yes, sir!” Jason then passionately kisses his son good bye and instructs him to say good bye to Tyler and does as he’s told passionately kissing him as well before getting in his car to drive to school. After classes are complete, Jake has baseball practice. His team practices on the field for a while then head down to the weight room. His coach spots him as he does the beach press. It’s then, as he’s laying down on the bench that he notices the bulge in his coach’s shorts. His coach looks down at the young muscle jock and his bulge grows even bigger. Jake allows his shirt to ride up giving the coach a better view of his hairless abs. Jakes watches as the coach adjusts himself a few times wondering how big the coach actually is. As he finishes his sets he makes sure he to bend down exposing the band of this jockstrap above his shorts and giving the coach a great view of his hot muscles ass. After the the team finishes lifting, they head to the locker room. Jakes savors the sight of all the athletes in various stages of undress and the smell of sweat and testosterone on the air. Jake is jolted out of his dreamy state when the coach yells his names and orders him into his office. Grinning to himself, Jake saunters into his office with only his Jockstrap on. Jakes is greeted to his shirtless coach. His shorts slung low exposing the top of his pubic hair. The coach’s hairy pecs are punctuated by his large dilated nipples. “Coach, you wanted to see me?”, Jakes started out. “Yes, Jake I noticed today at practice you seemed distracted” the coach questioned, staring intently noticing his newly shaved body which emphasized Jake’s muscular physique and his jockstrap wrapped around his small waist. “Sir?” Jake questioned. Unable to control, himself his dick begins to grow in his jock. “Have a seat” the coach instructs and then shuts the door to his office. Jake adjusts himself and sits in front of the coaches desk. The coach returns to his desk and sits at the corner of his desk. His crotch now at eye level with Jake’s. “I want to know what’s on your mind” the coach continues. There are a few monuments of silence. The coach observes as Jake stares at his crotch. The coach flexes his cock allowing his cock to grow a little more and Jake lets out a little gasp. He then looks up at the coach licking his lips. “Now Iknow what’s on your mind. You got dick on your mind don’t you boy?” The coach asks as he grabs his fat bulge. “Yes coach”, Jake says blushing a little. “You want your coaches dick don’t you boy?” The the coach taunts Jake nods and then the coach say, “come get it boy” and spreads his legs open inviting him over. Jake quickly gets on his knees and pulls down on the coach’s waistband and the coach’s massive dick is revealed to him. His uncut dick is as thick as a beer can in its semi hard state. The coach’s massive balls stretch the skin of his scrotum tight. Thick veins run up and down the shaft and at the base is a thick patch of bushy dark hair. Jake pulls back in the thick foreskin stroking it, revealing the fat head that begins to spit out silky precum. Jake can smell the muskiness emitting from the coach’s pores like the coach hasn’t showered in a couple days. As he goes in to suck on the coaches dick he begins to realize how dirty the coach is…. There is a coating of dick cheese around this coach mushroom head as he pulls to foreskin completely back. He begin sucking on the heavy dick and his mouth is filled with tangy taste of the coach’s smegma. The coach just moans, “that’s a good piggy boy” and the coach begins to slowly face fuck Jake. Thrusting deep and deeper until his dick is deep down Jakes throat and Jakes face is buried is the coaches pubes. The coach fucks Jakes throat until his dick is rock hard. Then his pulls is completely out, the massive man lifts Jake and spreads him on the desk. The coach admires the young adonis spread out before him. The goes down and feasts on the jocks erect nipples and gropes though Jake’s jockstrap. The coach’s scruff scratches at his pecs as the coach naws on his nipples electrify Jake’s body and he is soon fully hard, His cock bursting out of his jockstrap. The begins exploring Jake’s hole and discovers it is already wet. “It looks like I’m not the first one inside you today?” The coach questions. Jake shakes his head. “Who came in you?” The coach asks as he sniffs his cum soaked fingers. “My next door neighbor, Tyler Cox”, Jake responds. The coach smiles and says, “oh I *know* Tyler” and licks his fingers. “Anyone else?” “My dad” Jake responds shyly. “Oh fuck! That’s so hot! And now I’m gonna fuck that daddy cum deeper inside you. Is that what you want boy?” “Yeessss!” Jake responds and as he does the coach inserts his fingers deep inside the his jock hole. The coach pulls off Jake’s jockstrap off and shoves it in his mouth. “This is gonna hurt boy”, the coach states. With that he spits his dick and spreads Jake’s legs wide. He lines up his dick with Jake’s jock hole and pushed in. Jake’s eye grow wide and begins to scream through the jock stuffed in his mouth as the intense pressure of the coaches cock spreads his anal walls to their limit. The coach continues to push in and covers Jakes mouth to further muffle the screams and lock the jock in Jake’s mouth. “Fuck! I can feels that hole ripping open to accommodate this big coach dick!” The coach exclaims. As he says this he looks down at his massive dick sliding in and out of Jake’s slutty hole and sees streak of blood forming on his cock. This excites the coach so much that the coach dick head flares and he stabs the rest of his cock balls deep into Jake’s cunt. Jake nearly faints but finds a way to stay conscious through the assault on his hole. He final grows accustomed to the monster dick inside him and as he does the he wraps his muscular legs tight around the hairy coach. “That’s it Jake! Show coach how much you love his big dick inside you. I’m building up a big load of you! And don’t worry my load is just has toxic as your dad and Tyler’s”. And with that the coach begins brutally pounding Jake’s ass. Jake reveals I the thought of getting another poz load and begins to tweak the coaches nipples in hopes of working up and even bigger loads. “You want that poz load you fuckin’ faggot?” The coach questions and as he does he takes out dirty jockstrap out of Jake’s mouth. “YES COACH! POZ MY HOLE!” Jake replies and with that he clamps his muscular legs around the coaches waist and clamps hole tight around the coaches vieny dick. “Here it cums you stupid cunt! FFUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!” The coach exclaims as his dick unleashes his venom seed on Jake’s vulnerable hole. “Yes please” Jake begs repeatedly as his hole is flooded with cum and overflowing, leaking down his ass cheeks. As the coach comes down off his orgasm. He pulls his semi hard dick out of Jake’s used hole and moves to the other side of the desk to lets him clean is dick off. The coach notices the other teammates have been watching the whole thing and sees their dicks exposed and stroking. He jesters them to join. A muscular senior inserts himself in Jake as he cleans off the coach’s dick. Jakes begins stroking his rock hard dick. Other teams unable to control themselves long enough to get his turn inside begin shooting all over Jake’s chest and face. Jake completely filled with cock and covered in cum can hold himself back no longer and shoot his huge all over his chest and abs. At the end of the fuck session Jake has 10 loads inside him and prepares to present himself to his father.

I have been asked many times after being bred or breeding someone. Like others, the question is pointless. Even if the person says he is negative or free of STDs, there is no way to be 100% unless he has not had sex with anyone and has been tested recently. It is pretty rare to find such person. I don't ask and don't trust anyone who says what their status is. I simply test regularly.

Chapter 8 Jason and Tyler spend the the remainder of the weekend fucking Jake and filling him with their toxic loads. When Sunday evening arrives they begin to get ready to head back to the city, Jake starts to put on his clothing but is abruptly stopped by his father. “You’ll continue to wear the jock until we instruct you otherwise”, his father says sternly. “Now pack your bags and get in the car”. Jake quickly does as he’s told. Soon after he and his father begins there drive back to the city and Tyler follows behind driving separately. Jake, hungry for his fathers dick, opens up his father’s pants and begins sucking. Jason, wanting to savor the attention his dick is getting, drives slowing on the backroads to avoid attention. However, before long a patrol car comes up behind from behind. ‘Shit, get back in your seat!’ Jake’s dad exclaims as he fumbles to zip his pants. Jason pulls over the the officer soon approaches the car and Jason rolls down his window. “Good evening, sir. I noticed you were swerving a bit back there and now I see why”, the officer says while glancing over at Jake. “Yeah, my son and I are just coming back from a fun weekend at the lake and I just got a bit distracted while driving” Jason says. “Your son, huh?”, the officers says as he assesses the men, observing Jakes in the jockstrap and Jason’s engorged bulge in his pants. “Are you ok son? The officer asks Jake. “Oh yes officer! I was had just been swimming at the lake before we left and didn’t have time to change out of my swimsuit”, Jake explains trying to avoid getting his dad in trouble. “Swimsuit huh? Why don’t you let me inspect that. Come around the car here.” The office instructs. Jake looks at his Dad and Jason gives him a nod. Jake does at the office tells him and get out of the car. The officer tells to put his hand on the side of the car and Jake complies. with Jake’s ass exposed, the officer slips his hand through the band of the jockstrap and slaps it against Jake’s smooth muscle ass. ‘Quite a *swimsuit*’, the officer states. ‘Gonna have to do some further inspection’. With that the officer take out a blue rubber glove and puts it on his hand. He groped at Jake’s ass then spreads his wide as Jake’s dad observes from the rear view mirror. “Oh fuck!”, the officer shouts in a big baritone voice as he opens Jake’s ass and see a river of cum flow out of it. He takes two fingers and inserts the in Jake and Jake moans as they are inserted. The officer pulls his fingers out and the rubber gloves are thickly coated with cum. He raises the finger to his nose and does and deep inhale. He instruct Jake’s dad to out of the car and Jason does as he is told. ‘What does this smell like to you sir’, the officer asks Jake’s dad. “Semen officer”, Jason responds. “That’s what it smells like to me too. You’re son has been a very dirty boy”, the officer says. “I know he has”, Jake’s dad says “How do you know”, the cop inquires “Because that’s my semen”, Jason’s responds with a devilish look. “You sick fuck” the officer almost whispers under his breath then looks back at the half naked young man against the car on the quiet country road. The officer licks his lips and starts playing with his crotch through is uniform. “Looks like your boy here lost a lot of cum during my inspection. I’m thinking he might need a refill. What do you think about that?” The officer ask as a puddle of cum forms of the ground from Jake’s ass. Jason’s eyes get wide. “Yes officer, my boy needs his hole filled” With the the officer undoes his uniform and reveals his huge cock. “Oh damn!” Jake utters as he catches a glimpse of the new dick. “His hole is tender officer. He’s been fucked many times this weekend.” Jason warns “Is that so?” The officer ask and then lines up his fat dick head with the cream filled hole and the slams his dick balls deep in one deep stoke. “FFUUUUCCCKKK!” Jake screams. “Scream all you want boy. No one is gonna hear you out here but your dad and he’s horny as fuck watching his boy get raped, aren’t you?” The officer says as he starts brutally fucking Jakes. Jason pulls out his dick and starts jerking off at the sight of his boy getting fucked. “My boy is hungry officer. He’s taken many loads this weekend”, Jason explains as he gets rock hard. “What’s he hungry for?” The officer ask. “Poz cum! His cunt is filled with it officer. My boy need to be converted”, Jake’s dad states as he furiously jerks his meat. “Oh fuck yeah! I can help out with that! I recently converted and the doctor says my viral load is extremely high”, the officers states as he pounds the lean muscle stud. His cock pistoning in and out of Jake’s hole and coated with cum. “fuck yeah! Knock my boy up! Jake’s dad pleas. “You want my poz load boy?” The officer ask Jake. “Yes please officer, convert my hole” Jake begs sweating profusely from the aggressive fuck. “Here comes my charged load! Aahhhhhgggg! “ the officers cock explodes into Jakes willing hole, overflowing his already flooded fuck chute. The officer pulls out and tells Jason to get in there. Jason does as he’s told. so turned on by the scene that has unfolded he lasts only a few more minutes in his sons slimy hole before his balls have worked up another massive charged load for his boy and then unleashes the venom seed deep in his sons cunt. After both men are done using Jake’s hole. Jake is instructed to clean off theirs dicks and he does so eagerly taking turns on each man’s dick to clean of ever drop of cum. Once done the officer slips his dick back into his pants and lets the men on their way. In the car Jake positions himself to allow has dad access to his hole and his dad proceeds to fingers his sons slimy cum filled cunt the remainder of the way home taking special care to rough up his sons already tend we hole with his fingernails.

Anyone else have a cheating fetish? I love cheating. if you’re here to tell me I’m a horrible person, don’t bother, I don’t care lol

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

Although my story makes a small reference to RJB56’s “Graduation Night”, the latter cannot be associated or be held responsible for what follows, nor that I pretend to write stories as hot as RJB’s. Part 1 I deal drugs. You’re offended? Sue me. I’m also a motherfucker. If I’m horny, I will fuck you up onto next Sunday more ways than your brain can think. Skin, ass, balls, cock, fingers, ears, nose, hair, tongue, they are all leverages for me to bend you over and breed you with my toxic cum. I grew up in a trailer trash park community made of ex-convicts, drug dealers, drug addicts, biker gang members. With a hard ass father (not my real one, but the most steady figure in my life) and multitude of fly-by-night mothers; sex, violence and drugs were the normality. I still live in the same park, but in my own trailer with the previous owner all tied up and gagged, nicely stow away in the narrow cupboard that the trailer offers. The wimpy old man, (he’s 42 and I am 24!) knew better to make any sounds when he is in “his room”. We are at this period of the year where graduation parties pop up 3 or 4 times a week. So yeah, I am busy. My sex and social life almost plummet to none during that period, and to be honest, my roomie was lacking some freshness, and motivation. Hence, the bondage. With nothing else to do while I am away making my deliveries, he was tasked to think his 5 top reasons for me to keep him. I had just dropped off earlier a nice delivery at Jordan and James mansion. They were hosting a graduation night party for a bunch of freshly legal Christian highschoolers, and if possible, to positively convert them to a new religion. I was at the Black Eagle, a friendly chaps and leather bar, nursing a second beer when I got a text from their nephew asking for G&T supplies. With a nod to the bartender, I grabbed my keys and drove back to the mansion. - Don’t tell my uncles. - Not my business to tell, as I collected my money. It’s on my way out that I saw a small frame in the grass near the entry bushes, face down ass up, puking his guts. Normally, I wouldn’t have blink on this scenery, but the clad-ass pants were appealing. As I got nearer, my hope to score almost vanished as I looked at the frail body. Underaged, I thought. - Are you okay? You shouldn’t be here. You are too young for this party. The kid raised his head, unveiling a thin moustache all over his upper lip. - Fuck you asshole! I’m nineteen and… He never finished his sentence as his wretched stomach was still upset and tried to expulse what ever was left. And he never had the chance to raise his head again as I grabbed him by the neck and force his face down to a fraction distance of the vomit. - You little punk! You think you can mouth me off? He tried to wiggle his ass out, but fuck, he was no match. - I will teach you respect and humility. Stick your tongue out! I have to give him credit, he was resisting. I increase the pressure on his neck at each word so he can see I meant business. - STICK. YOUR. TONGUE. OUT! It took only few seconds before seeing the light pink tip of his tongue touch lightly the soiled grass. - LICK IT. Nothing could have described better his position than the soft grizzling coming from his throat. With my other hand, I strongly slapped his ass. And lick he did. - You look like a filthy pig, I laughed. He was heaving deeply. - I suggest that you refrain yourself to puke again, little punk, because if you do, you will have to lick it up all over again. Not sit back on your heels and chin up. His face was covered in slime and smell like it. - Let me clean you up a bit. And with that I start pissing on his face and on his hair. In his drunk state, it took him few seconds to register the warm beer-recycled piss soaking his shirt and preppy pants. Maybe it was a cause-and-effect thing, or maybe just the fact that he to go, nevertheless he started to piss himself! I grabbed a large handful of his black mop. - You’re coming with me, piggy boy. Without any option, he had to follow my hand wherever it went. He was bent at belt level, and despite the piss smell, I kept him close to me. If he looked down, he would see my 11-1/2” size boots; if he looked up, it would see my semi-hard 7” cock trapped in what was coming to be an indecent bulge. My car wasn’t really that far but I took my time, walking slowly. - You’re coming with me. I will fuck you. Hard. A few times. I might beat you. For fun. Make you beg to suck my cock and lick my armpits, or anything else. - I will never suck you. I like guys that has guts. This one has still some fight in him. It would be fun to strip his mind, one step at the time; to ply the straight boy as I wish until he would ask for more. Never say never. - Challenge accepted. I let him rise his head and he got a good look at me. His eyes went down briefly at my crotch and back. I just smile. - Unh uhn. You are not getting in the car with your clothes. He just stood there with a dumbfounded look. - You should think before letting a stranger piss on you. Now, strip. Slowly. He looked around. It was past midnight, and the street was deserted. You were able to hear distant noises from the party. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing dime-sized virgin nipples. Then he removed what were once new shoes, probably bought for the event. Then came the fancy pants. Size 24. - Underwear. He brought his hands to the waistband, and with a defiant look, he removed the blue and grey stripped fashion-style boxer brief. I pop up the trunk and threw the dirty clothes in after retrieving his wallet. - Get in. - I’m not gay, he said with a shiver in his voice, hands clasp to his crotch. I look with satisfaction at his body. Probably 5-foot, 110 lbs. Average in the cock department. He wasn’t bony or skinny. He was a young man on a small frame with a nice dark olive complexion. - Doesn’t matter. I am. And I closed the trunk.

First and foremost, I thank you all for coming here. Please keep in mind that during a previous post I halted content production as I focused on my own journey. This journey is a fictitious parallel. Check back now and again, I anticipate this being a long series. -DonnyJames A New Beginning - AMBD Chapter 1 Life was pretty good until the pandemic hit. It was unfortunate that the cost of the pandemic hit me as hard as it did. Dragged down by disaster after disaster, I was destroyed emotionally. It seemed as if every day came at the cost of more debt, more bills, less energy, and less will. I speak of will as if it is some kind of magical essence, knowing that losing the will to continue fighting is hard. It can destroy a man. What I can say is that when faced with destruction and despair, occasionally, just every so often, fighting back with corruption and devastation is the strongest defense. Faced with bankruptcy, homelessness, and absolute self actualized destruction, a certain… twitch came across me. A deep itch yearning to corrupt myself further. To take on the darkness and live hand-in-hand with the compassions of light, and the treachery of darkness. To walk the lone path, and pursue the poz status. Weeks go by, with little to no interest in sex. Depression sets in further. Suicidal thoughts crossed my mind, but yet, the excitement and burn of being poz and alive would constantly reignite my passions as I fantasized about the bug infiltrating my veins. Taking root in my system, churning in my blood. The silent venom hijacking my mind, the danger of my sex. I know these feelings bring out my sexual side again. I have learned to embrace that my poz tendencies have turned me into a new man. I cannot get off without thinking of being poz anymore. For in this case, the bug has already won me. Detectable, or not. I knew in this moment I was destined for it. It wasn’t an if, it was a when. I’ve set out to work right away. (This first story exists in another thread on this site, but is not allowed here. This is a sum-up) The first time I took a poz load was fucking hot. It was actually 4 poz loads, in fact. This hairy bear laying on the bed gestured me over to him. His massive cock curved up sharply, and a gigantic double zero gauge Prince Albert stuck out of it. I moved over to the bed where he was, and hopped over him. Straddling his body, I lowered my puckered ass hole to his cock. Gently, fiddling with his cock ring around my hole, I slid up and down on the head of his dick. My hole kissed his cock, in and out, making sweet love to his large member. 4 loads later and the night was over. It was probably about two weeks ago that I realized being poz was something I somewhat am already. I’ve had sex with several poz guys, and I don’t fuck negative boys. It seems like I have already succumbed to the virus. I met a wasted poz guy a few days ago. His saggy, empty skin would slap against my ass as he fucked me. Raw dogging my ass, I could see this man had never been happier. His first breeding ever as a top, and he chose me for the load. He chose ME to carry his legacy. However, I am just so tired, I must finish this another time. Goodnight Diary, Don’t let my sex bugs bite. We are up to speed on this diary. Going forward will be much more detailed content, starting here in a day or two. Please check back and scroll for where the real story begins on this thread.

lol, ikr. I really thought I messed up the whole hookup but I wasn’t going to lie to the boy. I felt like I won the lottery when he agreed to take me raw.

When I was first exploring then coming out - I graduated High School in 1980 and if you will recall, 18 was legal to go to a bar at that time and despite still being 17 well into my first freshman semester at Fordham, going into bars especially gay bars was pretty easy - we had Candlelight in Upper Nyack (later Barz), Reflections in Piermont, and a dance club that had a different name every 6 months or so that was a bit more lesbian than gay men on Rte 9W in Congers beside Swortwout Lake. Along with those there was Cafe Provencal and the Coven Cafe in Nyack that were gay/lesbian owned, welcomed all, but had specific nights for gay men, lesbians, and straight couples, plus Fridays and Saturdays where all were welcomed (not to mention Brunch which welcomed all but was heavily skewed towards gay men). Feathers in Bergen was the place to go for Monday Nights and $1 beer blast (though as designated driver, I didn't drink the beer...). Rockland also had 3 Adult Bookstores with activity in the booth areas and the parking lots, and supposedly things went on at the XXX Porn Cinema in downtown Spring Valley but I never went there because they only played str8 porn films and the sounds and little girl cries so many women in str8 porn do drive me NUTS; Bambergers (became Macy's), Sears and the Nanuet Cinema had active T-rooms as did the Rest Area in Montvale in Bergen County on the Garden State Parkway (met one of my serious early boyfriends there!). Blauvelt State Park, Tallman Mountain State Park and several Rest Areas on the Seven Lakes Drive also boasted regular gay activity, with nude sunbathers in certain remote locations near Lake Tiorati and Lake Sebago off the Seven Lakes Drive. Now, of all of these, Feathers remains the only semi-functioning bar/club, the Spring Valley ABS on Route 59 is all that remains of the book stores, booth stores and porn theaters, and none of the cruisy areas to my knowledge still boast any activity. Very changed place from when I was a teen!

That's hot you're letting him breed you raw, but weird you can't feel the difference. I guess some guys can't feel a difference, but its hot knowing you're carrying his seed inside you once he's done.

SLEEPER Their upcoming attack using Battle Drill 2, specifically a 2-328 Raid, on the compound didn’t have much chance of success. The skills of the Charlies, who Sleeper now knew served as defenders, were roughly equivalent to the skills of the Bravos in head to head combat. Neither side had weapons, so any advantage there was off the table. Numbers were in favor of the Charlies because for some reason the Bravos were down one Assmunch, one Weeble, and one Bootlicker - two strategists and a wildcard removed from the game board. Terrain and fortification benefited the defenders, at least initially. And the Bravos faced another deficit - battlefield communication. The Bravos had no way to adjust their movements and attacks during the battle so deploying troops to take advantage of weaknesses that opened up could only happen if a squad saw it, which was unlikely when the majority of their individual attention would be on their own individual struggle. The point was being able to operate and make battlefield decisions in the moment toward the mission goal when there was lack of command or radio silence. Sleeper was doing the math in his head and it would take a miracle to break through multiple layers of defense. Maybe he should have gone with a full platoon frontal assault or even a three squad multi directional. While both the Charlies and the Bravos had their physical powerhouses, no one could match Troll and Zeus, especially if you added in Demon’s support for Troll and Sleeper’s coordination with Zeus. Those two could tie up three enemies each and make a hole in defenses like a knife cutting through butter. Sleeper thoroughly hated the decisions a battle commander was forced to make. He felt much more comfortable as second in command. It was easy when you had smart leaders like Assmunch and Bootlicker. The two of them had different approaches but both saw ways to take advantage of strengths and minimize weaknesses. And Sleeper didn’t discount the power of confidence and commitment in a chosen course of action. Bootlicker was always, in everything, so sure he was right that often what seemed like a terrible idea at first ended up working by sheer determination. Bootlicker forced a square peg in a round hole because that’s what he wanted to happen and he didn’t accept that the round hole wouldn’t cooperate. That square peg was going in, period. It also helped that Bootlicker loved to cheat, mostly because he didn’t see it as cheating. “There’s no such thing as cheating.” Bootlicker explained once. “If you don’t take advantage of everything you can, you aren’t trying. It’s stupid to avoid a solution just because it’s unfair, or it’ll piss someone off, or it wasn’t in the instructions we were given. Fuck that bullshit. Limits are for losers. If you want to win, then fucking win. The bullshit you deal with when you lose doesn’t feel any different than the bullshit you deal with when you cheat to win. So fucking win. Bullshit is going to be there anyway, may as well get something out of it. And I don’t know about you, but in our line of work losing means getting dead, so, well… I’m not doing that.” He had a point, Sleeper knew. However, Bootlicker didn’t see value in working within given restrictions. Normal people couldn’t operate the way Bootlicker did because Bootlicker didn’t care about consequences. Sleeper secretly suspected Bootlicker did half the shit he did because he wanted to find out what the consequences would be. No one could figure out why the fuck someone like Bootlicker wanted to join the Army or how the fuck he was even allowed to stay in. Maybe the Army didn’t know about the worst stuff Bootlicker did. But he sure got chewed out enough for the stuff they did know about, plenty of counseling, non judicial punishments, even disciplinary actions in his service record. Boy, Sarge worked overtime trying to come up with new and brutal punishment duties for Bootlicker, anything that might crack his smug, unbothered reaction to being caught. Bootlicker just did whatever Sarge ordered him to do without blinking or complaining. He cut the grass outside their barracks with a pair scissors - the entire 20 by 30 foot swath. He filled an entire water buffalo with a single 1.5 gallon bucket. That particular water tanker had a one thousand gallon capacity. He did it from a spigot on another water buffalo 200 yards away. Or there was the time he had to clean the parking lot at Command. Spotless. No weeds in the cracks, no loose gravel, no oil or fluid stains on the asphalt. Sarge always tasked one of his minion Sergeants Bravo to be Bootlicker’s minder during these punishments. Ordinary soldiers wouldn’t need a minder, but Bootlicker liked to cheat. So one of the Sergeants Bravo would pester him continuously throughout the day. Maybe Bootlicker had the right approach, at least for the Army. If losing meant you or your brothers might die, and cheating gave you an edge to keep that from happening, why wouldn’t you do it? Sleeper forced himself away from that thought. Losing someone during his command was what he feared the most. Losing one of his brothers at all was too disturbing to give thought to. Assmunch was completely different. He didn’t exactly accept loss, only the fact that it was possible. Assmunch was the opposite of Bootlicker. Where Bootlicker only looked at ways to succeed and used every trick to make that happen, Assmunch considered all the ways things could go wrong and fail and adjusted his plans to eliminate those possibilities, which often left a direct path to success. Sleeper guessed that was where Assmunch’s confidence came from. For him, there was only one good answer and he knew it would work if everyone did their part. And then, he trusted his men to pull their weight. In Assmunch’s eyes you had value, you were necessary, he needed you and what you could do. In contrast to Sarge constantly screaming how stupid you were, how incompetent, what a colossal failure you were in the Army’s eyes, Assmunch made you feel important, that you directly contributed to everyone’s success. It made a huge difference in individual effort. Assmunch inspired. That was something Sleeper hadn’t learned to do yet, inspire his men. He gave orders, made decisions, asked for input, all of it. But they didn’t look at him with trust and belief like they did with Assmunch. Maybe because Assmunch always looked for a way to do the right thing and Sleeper didn’t. Assmunch agonized over it sometimes. But there was a distinction between how Assmunch focused on that and Sleeper accepted sometimes the option to do the right thing was available, and sometimes it wasn’t and you still had to do the job. Sleeper gave a small sigh. Leadership. Something he’d only realized as he grew older, just before he joined the Army. Wrestling had been good for that, with coaches, team captains, thinking about strategies for winning as a team not just individually. If there was anything that demonstrated leadership it was that a leader considered how a team could achieve a goal while arranging the skills of individuals to their best effect. It was funny how he’d run away to join the Army thinking it would help him avoid responsibility, and instead ended up feeling responsible for these men around him, his brothers. And fuck Assmunch for making him Platoon second. So now he lay prone under a shrub, something called Privet, in the dark searching for any other option. They’d discussed a hidden squad sneaking in from another vector while the main body of Bravos created an attack diversion. But Zeus didn’t ‘sneak’ and he was their only guaranteed physical attack dominator. Weeble could sneak, so could Bootlicker and Wanker. Shark was pretty good too. But none of them had the sure ability to overwhelm defenders and if Sleeper were choosing someone to defend the inner part of the compound it would be their best fighters. A three man squad would be the minimum, two to create the hole, one to penetrate to the objective. Sleeper growled. Committing to a planned attack strategy without second guessing at the last minute was so fucking frustrating! It was one thing when you knew your plan could succeed. Try committing to an attack strategy you knew would lose. Everything in him was fighting moving forward with this disaster. He felt a tap on his shoulder and nearly jumped out of his skin as he screamed in a whisper “FUCK!” While he rolled to his feet and got caught in the privet bush. “Sorry Sleeper.” Weeble said in a whisper. Or rather, the ugly lump of leaves and pinestraw said it with Weeble’s voice. “Weeble?” He whispered back. “What the fuck, man? Where the hell have you been? How long have you been here? What the fuck? I mean… what the FUCK?” “SHHHHH, Sleeper! I can’t stay. Just wanted to let you know there’s a whole warehouse underground, it’s huge. If you want in, just go in any of the buildins. There’s lifts. Hard to find, just look for a button on the wall. Good luck!” And the pile of leaves and pine straw scuttled away a couple feet without anything more than a slight rustle of sound. “Oh! Don’t get caught, prolly better let Bootlicker and Wanker handle it. Pretty sure you ain’t s’posed to know about it.” And then the form disappeared in the dark. Motherfucker. Fifteen seconds. That’s all the time the interaction took. He’d let his guard down, let his mind wander. A potential enemy had caught him unaware. That was how he had to look at it, even though it was Weeble. And where the fuck was his compound instructor and Zeus in all this? Out of the three of them someone should have noticed Weeble sneaking up. The trouble was he couldn’t spare personnel for a rear guard perimeter, they were too spread out and he had to devote everyone he had to the attack drill. In any battle drill there were assumptions. In this one, a forward platoon attack on fixed defensive positions your six was assumed to be guarded by friendly forces with little to no enemy potential. That would change during the drill as they engaged and each squad had to keep a lookout around them for potential encirclement. Even so, Sarge would have his fucking balls on a plate for this if he knew Weeble had so easily snuck up. It was exactly the sort of dirty trick Sarge would play. It was exactly something Seargeant Horvath would do as well. He could send an assassin in the dark to take out command personnel and leave the Bravos scrambling. It was too late to revise their attack plan to take advantage of Weeble’s information. But if he had a chance during the upcoming battle he’d spread the word hoping someone could get inside one of the buildings. Weeble’s mysterious appearance did remove one worry from his mind. He already knew Assmunch was inside the compound, possibly a hostage, and recovery was a third tier goal, however unlikely. Sleeper mentally reviewed 2-328 for the 18th time: RAID 2-328. A raid is a limited-objective, deliberate operation entailing swift penetration of hostile terrain. A raid is not intended to hold territory; and it requires detailed intelligence, preparation, and planning. The Infantry platoon and squad conducts raids as part of a larger force to accomplish a number of missions, including the following - Capture prisoners, installations, and/or enemy materiel. Capture or destroy specific enemy command and control locations. Destroy enemy materiel or installations. Obtain information concerning enemy locations, dispositions, strength, intentions, or methods of operation. Confuse the enemy or disrupt his plans. Liberate friendly personnel. So Assmunch would likely remain a prisoner as his liberation was not a primary objective. Bootlicker had disappeared from his squad mid-afternoon and was MIA. But Weeble had been seen on a few occasions early during the day running through the woods. Sightings grew more infrequent as the day wore on until no one knew where he was in the last few hours leading up to this drill. But now that Sleeper knew Weeble was accounted for, he felt better. He didn’t worry about Bootlicker much, disappearing and doing his own thing was what Bootlicker did. Sometimes it benefitted the Bravos, sometimes it was just a crazy scheme Bootlicker wanted to enact. In this drill Bootlicker’s presence wouldn’t add much, and just maybe he was off trying to figure out a way to succeed or implementing it or more likely figuring out a way to screw up whatever Objective the Charlies were given. Unless he needed your help in his scheme, you never knew what he was doing. He glanced at his watch and noted it was two minutes to execution of the drill. He wondered if the Charlies had been informed of the exact moment of execution. Probably not, they were obviously tasked with defense of a fixed position with their own objectives. It wouldn’t help them develop and hone their skills if they knew when the fight was coming to them. He did have to chuckle when he thought how stupid Hollywood movies were. Ops command used absolute time to coodinate a battle or attack, GMT or Greenwich Mean Time, regardless of global position. The men on the ground used a countdown. There was no ‘everyone, synchronize your watches.’ That was useless and a group that trained together frequently would laugh at that. If every single one of you weren’t using the exact same timepiece in the exact same condition there was no synchronization, it just wasn’t possible. Troops used for engagement depended upon real time intel at the target location to execute. If a support function was necessary like air or artillery they’d wait for a green go from command, but it was up to field commanders to set it all in motion which could be minutes later. Getting in position, signaling readiness, a last minute check on sitreps meant actual execution time was variable when your attack forces were dispersed. Without comms it was hard to know what was happening elsewhere so you executed your part with the blind trust assumption that at least one other squad would be successful. In an ordinary drill, the cue for Battle Drill 2 would be the enemy’s initiation of direct fire contact, which they wouldn’t have in this exercise as there were no weapons in use. By not having weapons all steps up to Step 11 in the Battle Drill were assumed to be a YES which took care of suppressive fire and positioning on the enemy. Sleeper wouldn’t have much to do on this drill as Platoon leader until the Bravos could draw in. Whoever survived the initial defense would dictate Sleeper’s next move, as well as whatever enemy forces survived and how and where they regrouped. The sharp rat-tat-tat of weapons fire broke the night’s silence. Without thinking, his training kicked in and it didn’t matter that they had been told there would be no weapons fire. That was the cue for execution, and he cursed the fact that the Charlies knew that too. Fuck. Of course the element of surprise would be eliminated. Motherfuckers. He and the rest of the Bravos broke cover and ran for the perimeter of the compound. This wasn’t going to be some honor system of ‘I got you, you’re dead’ and expecting the enemy to stay down. No, this was live combat to disable and injuries were going to be sustained. They knew enough to avoid breaking bones that would take weeks to heal, but everything else was fair game. Sleeper saw Zeus running for his target out of the corner of his eye, so he knew to take the other guy who was crouched and ready. It was too dark to see which of the Charlies it was but he wasn’t worried. Only two of the Charlies could match him hand to hand and this guy wasn’t either one of them. He didn’t even spare a thought of doubt for Zeus’s chances of success. Both of these guys would be moaning in pain for the next couple hours after he and Zeus got done with them. “Goddammit!” Zeus’s opponent yelled just before Zeus knocked him from his feet with a tucked shoulder to sail four feet through the air and slam onto his back. Zeus had never played football, but the tackle wasn’t half bad. Before he could even catch his breath Zeus had him face down and was tying his wrists and ankles. Sleeper had to grapple with his opponent for fifteen seconds or so, but he eventually body slammed the guy to the ground. “Don’t wait for me, Zeus, I’ll be right behind you.” he said as he tied his opponent up and dragged him away from the other one. If they weren’t in too much pain they’d both eventually scoot together and free each other from the ropes, but by then it was Sleeper’s hope the battle would be over. The compound lights chose that moment to extinguish, and they plunged into darkness. “Fuck me, this - Ungh - sucks donkey - mmmmgghhhh - dicks.” Zeus’s victim grunted with gasps. “That was the worst, oh God, I’m gonna die.” “Pussy. Grunts don’t die, we aren’t that lucky.” Sleeper laughed as he climbed to his feet. He gave the guy a hard kick to the ass as he passed him. “I hate you.” Were the final words Sleeper heard as he moved forward toward his last visual of Zeus just before he felt a fist hit the back of his neck just below his skull and he went unconscious. *************** SHARK Being a squad leader had one benefit above all others: you didn’t have to follow some stupid other squad leader’s dumb plan that would get you deaded. Did it matter that you still had to follow your Platoon leader’s dumb plan that was also going to get you deaded? Did it matter if it was your LT’s dumb plan? He sighed. There was a certain amount of relief when command KNEW it probably wouldn’t work. Battlefields were filled with desperate maneuvers that had slim probabilities of success. In any operation you had personnel who were critical to the success of the dumb plan, and then there was everyone else. The sacrifices. He mentally corrected himself. Sacrifices, with a capital ‘S’. Sacrifices had a part to play, and beyond that their role was minimized. Someone long ago figured out battle plans flowed smoother when you didn’t expect too much from the grunts. Taking a position and providing suppressing fire for a squad or unit that had critical personnel tasked with the mission objective was the usual. The Sacrifices didn’t have to know what the ultimate objective was, they just had to hold a position. Support. Sit and Suck. Suffer. A lot of S-words, a lot of F-words, and a whole lot of feeling underutilized knowing the rest of your unit was doing the fun stuff. The minute the lights cut out he knew their chances of success went right down the toilet. They had no night vision gear. His three man squad or anyone else would never be able to see the signal. Assumptions would kill you every time and in this case it was their assumption that they’d have visibility. He sighed again. No plan survived first contact with the enemy. Time to get creative. Mobility was crucial. He turned to Wanker and Dumbo. “Remember the first month at Graf?” He asked, referring to one of their initial small squad drills in Germany, just after they’d all been assembled as a new Platoon and taken through Sarge’s ball crushing evaluations. “The urban noose?” “Yeah.” Wanker said. “This is sorta like that. What about it?” “Remember how Demon fucked up Sarge’s plan by just being a complete maniac?” Wanker snorted. “That’s why we called him Demon. How are we gonna work it?” Shark smiled, exposing how he got his nickname, his trademark fucked up teeth. “Havoc. You and me, Wanker. Dumbo, pick your moment carefully. If we can’t see beyond ten feet, neither can they. Wanker, you know some of the Charlie’s moves and what they call them, right? Move fast and don’t engage unless you can cripple, leave that to me. You just focus on making them deviate with new orders. It’ll depend on how well we can convince them we’re Charlies. No contact long enough for them to figure it out, okay?” “Copy” Wanker said. “Copy” Dumbo repeated. While every battle drill had its official designation, well drilled units up to the Platoon level in Infantry often had their own name for them. Like Battle Drill 8, Minesweeper. Deeper levels of sub drills just got confusing if you called out a bunch of numbers. Wanker was going to pass along all the conflicting orders he could manage. “Let’s go, we’re going to give the Brotherhood a fighting chance. With any luck, our boys will know what’s up.” With that, Shark broke cover and tore off to the right where he’d seen Sleeper and Zeus make their charge. The Charlies wanted darkness? Well that didn’t only work in their favor. Defensive positions had a specific weakness in that the troops had to maintain that position. Maybe Sleeper’s plan wasn’t so dumb, holding back half the teams for a staggered attack pattern. The Charlies would hear attacks happening at other approaches while half of their teams would have to wait in position knowing they couldn’t abandon their defense point in favor of providing support to others. If the lights were still on, Shark would not have been able to divert. They’d be seen and the Charlies would be able to reposition. And there wasn’t a long window Shark could delay moving. In seconds they were standing with their backs to the building wall and Shark darted his head around the corner to assess. Two bodies on the ground, hog tied, scrambling to move towards each other. Their dimensions did not match Zeus or Sleeper’s profiles. “Two disabled. We’ll need to do something to delay them getting free.” Shark whispered. “I got it.” Dumbo replied. “You two stay on the move. I’ll try to follow the sounds and find you. But I know the plan. It might even been better if I’m a few seconds behind you spreading different intel than what you’re telling them. No one will be able to figure out what the fuck’s going on.” “Copy.” Shark replied before darting around the corner with Wanker on his heels. As if by silent agreement, he and Wanker gave each of the disabled Charlies a medium kick as they jumped past, eliciting grunts of pain from them. Another body lay fifteen feet away and it was beautiful the way Wanker immediately mirrored his split-second re-direct to slam his back against the building. By now the practiced movements to clear a position forced an automatic sequence of action. Their brains didn’t even have to think about what they’d seen. With two bodies hog tied, the third should have been as well. Unless the third wasn’t a Charlie. But their brains didn’t have to think that far. All it had to do was say ‘different’ and training took over. Caution. Assess. Clear the room. Six was clear. 9 o’clock was clear. Body at 12 o’clock. Unknown at their blind 3 o’clock. He held up a hand and made several motions. Wanker responded with the Bravos’ hand sign for ‘acknowledge’ before darting to their 9. The absence of weaponry simplified what they had to do. Wanker was bait and recon. If there was a Charlie lying in wait around the corner, he saw Wanker and knew that Wanker could see him. If the Charlie abandoned his protected position to strike, then Shark could disable him. If the Charlie followed his training, he wouldn’t move towards Wanker until checking for an ambush and Wanker could engage. Now, Wanker wasn’t the best at combatives but with Shark it was two on one. The smart move would be for the Charlie to evade and escape. And there was a Charlie, single, as Wanker’s hand signal flashed. He returned the sign for ‘flank’ and stepped outside an arm’s reach past the corner as Wanker moved. The Charlie was no fool and he knew he was a goner in a two against one so he leapt backwards and made to run. “Give it up, Devreaux.” Shark said running after him after he recognized the face. “We’ll just tie you up and won’t beat you. If you make us chase you it’s gonna hurt.” “Just gotta keep you busy, Snaggletooth.” Devreaux said. “Already took your pretty boy off the game board.” So, it was Sleeper lying there unconscious. Idiot. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. Zeus and Sleeper depended way too much on strength and power. Devreaux had let Zeus pass, wisely, in favor of incapacitating Sleeper in an ambush. Instead of moving forward with caution to clear the position, they rushed and Sleeper fell into a trap. That was a rookie mistake and Sleeper should have been past the point where he made those. At least Zeus made the right call and moved forward without Sleeper. Devreaux was fast and Shark knew he couldn’t catch him, which was going to throw a wrench in their plan. Shark was just about to call off pursuit and divert when Dumbo came out of the darkness ahead and clotheslined Devreaux, sending the Charlie horizontal to slam into the packed earth. “Damn, that had to hurt. Give him two for running, Dumbo. Wanker, we move.” Shark commanded. They darted through the compound from fighting group to defensive positions, running fast enough to avoid identification. Wanker would throw out a drill nickname, cycling between three of the Charlies’ drills, leaving confusion in their wake. Frequently they came across Bravos. Like sonar, when they saw the form of a soldier Shark let out a low ‘tch’ sound with his tongue behind his teeth. An answering ‘tch’ was the Bravos sign of friendly. If there was no answer, Wanker just whispered ‘Beanbag’, or ‘Harvest’ or ‘Barbarian’. Shark had no idea what drills or maneuvers those terms referenced, but the deception worked. How would anyone know a Platoon’s customized playbook well enough to give battlefield orders, except a member of their own Platoon? Fuck those Charlies. Training was a beautiful thing, especially when you could use it against the enemy. No one questioned trusted orders on the battlefield, not if they wanted to keep their stripes. It was a good lesson for the Charlies to learn. Establishing an accompanying password or code, some secret gesture or sound helped. The Charlies just had the rotten luck to have their secrets stolen by two crafty spies. Bootlicker and Wanker proved their worth again and again with their infiltration and intel. A lesser leader than Assmunch would have clamped down on the questionable activities of those two. But Assmunch had seen their talent for trouble as an asset. The Bravos didn’t even care anymore when they paid the price as a unit for something Bootlicker or Wanker had done. One time Shark overheard Assmunch telling those two ‘stop fucking getting caught like you’re stupid grunts. You’re not, so do better.” After sowing what chaos they could, Shark led Wanker and Dumbo in a jog to the position they were supposed to maintain. Whatever Bravos were left would assault the center. All the action was a good distance away and they only had to watch for stragglers and pick off any Charlies trying to reposition. The three of them wouldn’t be useful in direct engagement anyway. The Bravos had tanks like Zeus, Troll, Cellblock and Chunk for that, supported by terrors like Demon, Fitch and Olympic. Without compound lights, the night was black, very black. After Germany, Shark wasn’t surprised by the kind of darkness you only got when you were far enough away from city lights. When you were out on patrol in a rural area the absence of light was at first eerie and unsettling. Sounds seemed sharper and more clear forcing a nervous hyper awareness. People said when you lose one of your senses your others grow stronger. Shark didn’t believe that. It wasn’t that they grew stronger, you just paid more attention. In a normal situation you heard ten or more noises in a single second. Shark had counted. Your head dismissed most of those as unimportant unless you focused on them. Sitting in class people were breathing, moving, the air conditioning was blowing, a bird was singing outside the window, your pen was scratching on the paper in front of you, your stomach was gurgling, saliva was squelching around in your mouth. Everywhere. Everything had a sound. So when you were in the dark, your head, not your ears, paid attention to all the sounds your ears already heard. And Shark didn’t hear anything he wasn’t expecting to hear. “Hey Wanker, let me get some hole.” He said. “Now?” Wanker replied in a calm, ordinary tone. “Yeah. We’re good for a few minutes. Won’t take me long. It’s been a week, bro.” he answered. Wanker moved to pull the lower layers of his uniform down just over his ass after releasing his belt. “Do your thing, dude.” Wanker said getting on his hands and knees. Shark moved up behind him, his hard dick already freed. Neither of them exposed anything more than was necessary, as usual. Wanker’s obedient acceptance of being dicked sending a surge of pleasure straight to his pole. Just snap his fingers and he had a hole to fuck anytime he wanted it. It was even better that Wanker didn’t get eager about it, never asked him for a fuck. There was something thrilling about having someone so obedient who had no expectations, who wouldn’t turn it into something it wasn’t. It was clear Wanker attached no significance to the act. He didn’t even feel bad about being used. That was what did it for the brothers. If Wanker had turned into a little bitch, or some flaming faggot (sorry Zeus) the Bravos wouldn’t have stood for it. As long as this stayed in the realm of a sexual handshake, no one was going to put a stop to it or complain. Because Wanker hadn’t changed. He was still Wanker. “Wait.” Wanker said before spitting in his hand and reaching back to grease his asshole with spit. “One sec…”. He spit again, and reached back to slick up Shark’s shaft. “Thanks.” Shark said. He kept forgetting that part. He eased forward into Wanker’s tight hole. The heated furnace of his brother’s ass was a welcome feeling in the cold night air. He chuckled at the thought that there was a time he would have found a thought like that gross. It wasn’t even like he was having sex with Wanker. It was just getting off, releasing some tension. Neither one of them had any kind of feelings that got in the way. Wanker had a hole and he didn’t get warped about what happened to it. Any way, any position, any action - slow or fast, hard or gentle - Wanker just kept his hole in position so a brother who needed it could fuck out a little aggression, boredom, pent up frustration or just get rid of that distracting buildup that all men had to deal with from their nuts. Shark hadn’t had much pussy, only one girl in fact had ignored his unfortunate face and mouth and let him get rid of both their cherries. For her, it was just a matter of needing the credential with her girlfriends after they heard that your period wasn’t as bad if you weren’t a virgin. That’s the crazy shit girls did. Most of them were insane. He knew she’d only picked him because he wasn’t going to say no, not the way he looked, and she could firmly set expectations. She didn’t have to do all the manipulation, the luring, the subtle hints and flirting she’d have to do with most other guys. He was less work for something she saw as a medical procedure. And they used a condom. And she complained about how uncomfortable it was. And she bossed him around about how he was doing it. Losing his virginity: two out of ten stars. Pussy? Eight out of ten stars. Women? Five out of ten. Based on his single experience. But hey, you had to have a benchmark, right? So when he slid raw into the sloppy hole Footlong had left behind in that winter shelter in Germany, he was jolted into an appreciation of Wanker’s ass as a welcome release, and Wanker in general as a receptive fuck. He would never have even considered it if Footlong hadn’t fucked Wanker first. Knowing a buddy had taken the first leap helped him bridge the off limits feeling that he would have had. Ass wasn’t all that different from pussy. And he gained an appreciation for all the things that actually mattered in fucking someone, and just sticking your dick in a hole was really the least of it. Since then, he’d fucked Wanker every chance he got, which wasn’t all that much since there wasn’t too many places they could do it when at Airborne. And he decided that aside from the tight, warm, gripping wetness of Wanker’s hole, his favorite part was how Wanker never blinked when he asked. A few of the other brothers were getting theirs too, it wasn’t a secret, not in the brotherhood. Wanker was a resource and by silent agreement (and Assmunch, Sleeper and Zeus’s warning) they kept it respectful and emotionally dry. The world would be a much different place if men could have this sort of arrangement with women. It didn’t always have to be about love and feelings. As he pumped away, Dumbo kept watch in the night. Wanker had a nice cushioning butt for throwing a fuck, which was good for Shark. His hipbones stuck out a little because he was on the thin side. So he could appreciate not banging bones during what was supposed to be a feel good experience. He gripped Wanker’s hips and with every thrust forward he pulled back, bucking up inside his buddy’s hole. Wanker was a real trooper, not even grunting in discomfort. That was the third thing in favor of fucking Wanker, he never complained, he just took the fuck like a good slut. After a couple minutes Shark could feel himself getting close. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna nut, bro.” He whispered. “Sweet. Juice that hole, buddy.” Wanker whispered back, a little out of breath. Number four on the list - you could dump your load right in his ass, or his mouth, he didn’t care. From what Shark gathered, hardly anyone got to cum inside anyone they had sex with these days. Even couples that had been together a while still used condoms all the time. It seemed like only married people didn’t. He let out a low moan as his cum flooded Wanker’s guts in several long spurts balls deep. It took him about 30 seconds to come down from the high. He would never hate that feeling. He pulled out and put his dick away. “You done?” Dumbo asked. “Yeah, you need a go?” Shark replied. Dumbo moved closer and pulled his dick out. “Just a blowjob.” “You good, bro?” He asked Wanker with a pat on the shoulder. “A-1, bro.” Wanker replied. Shark went over to the post Dumbo had just left to take his turn at watch. Wanker went to work on Dumbo’s average dick while Dumbo used both hands to guide his head for the type of mouth fucking he needed. Shark shook his head as the usual disappointment flooded him after seeing Dumbo’s low hangers swing with every hip thrust into Wanker’s patient lips. Like his ears, Dumbo’s nuts were legendary. Shark would give anything to have balls like Dumbo’s, nuts that actually swung, the size of plums instead of his own walnuts drawn up in a tight sack. At least the Gods were fair and gave Dumbo an unremarkable dick. Maybe not real fair, he still had to walk around with those ears. He sighed and kept eyes and ears peeled out into the darkness, wondering how the assault was proceeding. The frequent wet gurgle behind him told him the assault on Wanker’s throat was going as expected. Wanker did suck a mean dick. ***************************** MARINES POTTER AND BATTLES “Well ain’t that somethin’”. Lance Corporal Potter drawled, watching through his night vision optics as the Bravo they called Dumbo stiffened up with an orgasm right into Wanker’s mouth. It was uncontrolled and slightly violent, yet Wanker allowed himself to be manhandled and violated as Dumbo thrust and quivered with spastic jerks. Quiet as a mouse though. The Bravos were approximately 30 feet away, and Potter only had a partial profile of the sexual act. “Yeah, sure is.” Battles answered, watching the action himself. The one called Shark had done his deed just before. At least they had the sense to have a watch. “Dude didn’t even spit it out.” He continued after everyone pulled themselves together and resumed guard in crouched positions. Potter grunted. “Let’s move. This team’s holding a retreat position, they’re not going anywhere. We’ll go west.” They moved off into the darkness. Major Collins wanted a thorough report on tonight’s attack drill from initial engagement to the cease of hostilities. Potter knew he and Battles couldn’t be everywhere at once and specific fights or activities weren’t what the Major was looking for. This was a test for the two junior Marines, to see how much information they could gather without being discovered. To determine if they could organize the information and relay it both in a way suitable for a senior officer’s digestion and relevant to the operation of a Marine of Potter’s rank. A test to see if they could properly identify elements of the assault in terms of strengths and weaknesses. Who was sticking their dick in who wasn’t battlefield intel. And if you don’t want a reputation in the military, you don’t offer information that your superior hasn’t asked for. In any circumstance. It was called information compartmentalization. Your LT doesn’t care how dirty the latrine is, or that maintenance won’t fix the shower drain. That information is properly given to your Staff Sergeant. Don’t tell your Colonel the armory issued you an M16 with a cracked stock. And don’t spread gossip up the chain, or within the ranks, ever. Within your unit, that’s unofficially acceptable depending on the nature of the gossip but It’s still discouraged. Now, go outside your unit and the one hard rule is ‘answer only when asked’ but you still need to demonstrate discretion. In Iraq, or during any deployment really, secrets are hard to keep. You know who’s cheating on their wife or girlfriend. You know who the Barrack’s Bunnies are on post. You know who got chewed out for a fuckup. And most of the guys know who’ll ‘do a favor’ for another Marine. Potter and Battles decided early on they didn’t want their business known and kept their own arrangement close. That was another reputation you didn’t want if you expected to go anywhere in the Corps. Wanker’s status as the Bravo’s joy-hole didn’t fall within their orders, so unless the Major asked it wasn’t pertinent to the mission. Potter gave it no further thought. An hour later they made their way back to the camp Major Collins had them create earlier that day about a mile from the compound. It wasn’t easy in the dark woods, another test. He and Battles could have used their optics but they didn’t need them and conserving the battery was an important part of maintaining the operational effectiveness of your gear in case you needed it for something critical. They found Major Collins sitting back against a pack, reading a book with a penlight. “Sir.” Potter said, walking up. “Corporal. Private. Eat first.” Major Collins gestured with the penlight at two aluminum foil wrapped bundles just a few feet away. He and Battles threw themselves on the ground with grateful moans. “Thank you Sir.” Battles said. The only light was from the Major’s penlight. Honestly, they’d adjusted to the dark and would rather not have the light at all. The Major’s use of the light signaled their camp was safe and normal camp protocol was allowed. They opened the foil to the rich smell of a hearty stew. “Fuck, that smells good.” Potter said before he could stop himself. “Apologies, Sir. Won’t happen again.” He said immediately. Collins clicked off his pen light. “Relax Marine. We’re not in ranks. casual communication permitted. In fact, when we’re alone, I expect it from you two. I’m just another Marine, Potter.” “Yes, Sir. I mean Major. Yes Major.” Potter said. “Now eat.” Major Collins said. Man, the stew was good. Something about a warm meal after a full day’s exertion. “Wow, what kind of meat is this? So good.” Battles said around a mouthful. “Deer meat, I think. I could eat five bowls of this.” Potter said around his own mouthful. Potter tried to eat like a civilized human. There was a Major in their presence, after all. The Major had taken care of them, providing healthy Marine sized portions of the deep, savory, thick stew filled with onions, potatoes, big chunks of meat, and a few other vegetables. It was salty with a hefty amount of spice and heat. It didn’t take long to finish when you were trained to eat fast in the field. Battles policed the containers and remnants while Potter gathered natural materials from around the camp so he could create a mock compound to give his report. The night air was dry and chilly, somewhere in the upper 30’s or low 40’s and it felt good. After boot camp in Southern California, he’d had a rude shock in Iraq after thinking that being in a Middle East country was going to be hot. It was, during the height of the day and all throughout the summer. But otherwise it cooled down drastically at night. This temperate Georgia winter reminded him a lot of winter in northern Iraq where it was rare for the temperature to fall below freezing, but it still got close. Dawn and sunrise on a crisp, clear northern Iraqi morning was damn near beautiful, as much as the country and government itself sucked. It was on those mornings that Potter felt like Iraq wasn’t all that different from America. Farmers got up and tended to their animals, the day promised only good things, the distant hills blurred and greyed with a morning haze. Sharing a dallah of Qahwa (Arab coffee) with the indigenous Kurds who were effusively friendly. The Kurds weren’t their enemy in the conflict. The US actually considered them allies against Hussein, but the military didn’t really ask permission for a lot of things they had to do, so people occasionally got butthurt. Compensation was given. And part of the Arabic culture was to ask for 20 camels when you only deserved 2. The art of negotiation was considered a fun challenge in their culture. And serious negotiations were prolonged and often involved sharing Qahwa. It had the feel of being almost ceremonial. As far as getting maximum concessions was concerned during the process, it wasn’t dishonest he eventually learned, to demand more than you were owed. It was expected to demand more. No one in the Iraqi or Kurdish culture would take a claim for 20 camels seriously and an opponent was expected to counter with an equally absurd low ball offer. It was probably racist to use camels, he corrected himself. Kurds raised goats and sheep. Camels were for Bedouin, the nomadic wanderers who wanted little to do with anyone. Now, anytime he thought about Iraq, it wasn’t the lopsided constantly moving fight across the country as Saddam’s forces were in continuous retreat from the superior force of the coalition armies comprised of the U.S., Britain, France, Germany, the Soviet Union, Japan, and even Saudi Arabia and Egypt. He didn’t think about that much, and instead thought about how good it felt to actually help the Kurds, the families he’d met, how coffee wasn’t just something you gulped down to give you a jolt, it was meant to be enjoyed. Potter appreciated his time with Operation Provide Comfort in Northern Iraq after they’d taken care of kicking the living shit out of Saddam Hussein’s sad little army. He’d learned a lot, but mostly he UNlearned American prejudices. People were people, and most regular people were only concerned with surviving day to day. And just like in America, city people were far more caught up in political bullshit than the simpler population in the countryside. The Kurds only wanted their homeland back after Saddam Hussein’s brutality against them. It was disheartening to see how little the Kurds possessed, how much they had given up to flee, and their generosity in the face of their destitute existence contrasted with the relative wealth of American soldiers spoke volumes about who they were as a people. Trying to give them gifts to ease their poverty only resulted in an argument over some trinket or item they tried to force in trade so that the transaction wouldn’t be one sided. Often it was items they could not afford to give up, having so little to begin with. Part of it was pride. Potter learned that if you offered the gift as compensation for something they had done or would do, it allowed them to accept it, as long as it wasn’t too valuable. Money was not acceptable, except for merchants or businessmen. Food that had been prepared was also not acceptable. Raw goods or useful items were received well, if they were in payment for a service such as information or help. Small trinkets of no real value were highly coveted by the children, if the items were uniquely American. It could be confusing how they tried to milk you for everything you owned if they were negotiating for something they wanted or needed, but try to give them something for free and they would never take it and suddenly you found yourself in some weird reverse negotiation of trying to get them to give you LESS while they argued that it wasn’t right that you gave them anything, and if you did it was too much. Alternatively, battle maps made him think of his time driving back the Iraqis before he ever saw the gentler side of the people of Iraq. his miniature compound he was currently arranging for Major Collins’ briefing brought back memories of field planning from his early days of the Gulf War, his unit gathered around some cobbled together basic layout of their objective on the ground while they watched their Lieutenant describe the battle plan using sticks, rocks, or utility items from their gear. Scale was important in battle maps. Accuracy of position was important. Critical elements needed to be represented if they measured any weight on the battle. Major players had to be identified. Private Battles watched with riveted attention as he arranged the map, and he could feel the Major’s heavy consideration of his every placement. He wasn’t nervous, even if Major Collins came down from Heaven, the Pentagon. Potter knew his shit, he wasn’t worried about that. And Major Collins was refreshingly easy going for an officer. Potter knew that came from confidence and having nothing to prove. It was something Potter tried to emulate, having seen it before in other leaders. There was a time and place for being a hard ass, but if you used it sparingly it carried more weight. Leadership was tricky like that. It was one of the reasons he both liked and respected Assmunch. They weren’t so far apart in rank Potter felt awkward calling him by his Platoon nickname even if he didn’t quite understand why they called him that. No, Assmunch was one of those rare soldiers who even as a junior enlisted possessed this self awareness, confidence, and ease of command that felt like he was senior. He didn’t act like a Private. He didn’t carry his lowly stripe like the others. Just like Collins didn’t carry his Major like other Majors that Potter had encountered. It was quality. Potter didn’t think that could be taught, but when he found someone with it he made sure he was all eyes and ears. As the lowliest NCO he didn’t deserve or merit the personal attention of someone like Major Collins. Yet, here he was and he was damned if he wouldn’t give the man his best. “The Bravos separated into mostly 3 man units and spread out in an encirclement of the compound, forcing the Charlies to divide their defense. The Bravos were far more capable of acting independently without direct command than the Charlies. That will become clear just after contact…” Potter began his debriefing

Love to drink my own piss and anyone else who forces me to drink it. To be honest doesnt need to be forced but I love being told to take it,drink it all and feeling used

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)

I trained myself with the cage during covid. I started having it on for hours then days then weeks and finally for months at a time. It is a personal choice. I still cum with the cage on. It just takes different muscles and senses to make that happen. I am proud of the discipline it has taken to get me to this point. I rarely have a man breed me that is turned off by it or doesn’t like it.

This merry month of May 2023 is the 30th anniversary of my first HIV test and therefore the first confirmation of my being POZ. "Blow out your candles, Laura."

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

FanTasy Collection Respecting my elders. This is the 2nd story in my FanTasy Collection. In less refined forms, this one has been one of my original wild fantasies. Again I will say These are just Fantasies and have not happened "yet" ;) But how did It come about? Well, The First time I ever got spun was with a 74-year-old man. He was the 1rst man to fuck my ass and whore me out. This caused me to have a vast age gap kink and a (grand)daddy kink. Yet, he didn't like having other older men around as he wasn't attracted to them; anyways, on to the fantasy. After moving to the Big City, Curtis (25) was cruising a hookup app. When a message flashed on his phone, it was an anon profile saying "yum ."It was weak, and the profile was void of pictures; it only had stats. One of which caught his eye. Age:62. Curtis Smiled and thought about the Daddy he had left in his old town, then replied with a "Hi Daddy ."They flirted hard and fast. Within the hour the Daddy had offered to take him shopping for Lingerie. He had told the Daddy to pick him up in an hour. During that time, Curtis showered, shaved, and cleaned himself up. While getting dressed he hit a bowl and decided to go full heteronormative, with some khakis, a button-down, a sweater, and some sneakers. Then hit the bowl again when checking the messages. 10 mins away. He takes another hit and quickly lubes up a plug and inserts it. The ride over to the sex shop started quiet, but Curtis changed it to flirty pretty quickly. They were the only ones there besides the clerk when they got to the store and went in. The Daddy goes from one piece to the next Saying how hot he would look in each one. So Curtis told him that he is open to trying on stuff for him, but he has to buy at least half of all the items he tries on for him. "Just so you don't make me try on the whole store," Curtis said with a coy intonation. When the Daddy picked out three pairs of panties, a mini skirt, a mesh top, and two pairs of leggings, he became agitated when he found out there was no dressing room—asking if they could return to his place. Curtis politely declined the first meeting. Without much prompting the Daddy just decided to get a cheap room at a motel. The prompt nature of the pivot caught Curtis off guard but also turned him on. The Daddy paid up, and they were on their way. They pulled up to the nearest motel, not a super sleazy place but not one of the fancier places either. Curtis stayed in the car as the Daddy went in and got a room. The room was a standard issue, not too gross, except for the bathtub, which had slight hard water discoloration. Curtis told the Daddy to sit on the bed while he changed. Curtis shaves a rock of meth un his ass while getting ready then, comes out of his new outfit to the Daddy with cock in hand. He starts beating it, and Curtis gives a little twirl and a show. The Daddy was slightly startled when Curtis came down on his knees before him And growled when Curtis took his cock into his mouth. After a few mins, Curtis can feel the Daddy starting to Tense up, so he Lifts his mouth off of the Daddy's cock to say through drooly lips," I wanted to thank you for getting these lovely gifts for me. That's what the head was for. But you impressed me with getting this room. And I'm rewarding you with this." "Oh fuck, you are so hot," the daddy moans as Curtis Stands up, turns around, and bends over to remove his butt plug. Then walks over to the bed, Puts one knee on the bed, and turns to ask, "How do you want me, Daddy?" "I didn't bring a condom; I could try to find one," the Daddy stammered. "Daddy, you bought me stuff that would make me look hot and turn you on to see me in, and you didn't buy any condoms. So I just thought that meant what would make me look the hottest and turn you on the most would be your raw cock fucking your hot load of daddy cum into my boy hole". Curtis said while his body and mind start buzzing. The Daddy walks over and grabs Curtis' ass that was showing from under the mini skirt. Hissing into Curtis' ear, " Oh fuck yeah, you slutty little boy, you are going to take my cum deep in you," as he pushed Curtis down to doggy. With a quick spit and not a lot of care. The Daddy had quickly and forcefully thrust his entire length into Curtis. The Daddy was fucking Curis pretty hard, but what turned Curtis on even more than getting fucked was the dirty talk that started flying out of the Daddy's mouth. Curtis had to engage and did so really escalated both of their experiences. Finally, after about 10 mins, the Daddy grunts, and tensing up, he slams his cock as deep as possible "I'm cumming in your tight little ass, you dirty motel whore. Do you like that? The Daddy pants while pulling his cock out. Curtis shakes his ass playfully, then flips to face the man who filled him. "Mmmm Fuck, Thank you so much Daddy, for letting me be where you put your load today. You were right; I am hotter that way. I'd be open to you getting more outfits to fuck me in." Curtis coos while squirming happily. The Daddy sits on the bed. " Oh yea? Because I know what you would look way hotter in than that outfit." Curtis tells him He loves it when older men know how to handle him best. The Daddy then inquires about the most senior Daddy he has been with and is surprised and slightly aroused when the answer is "75, but I would go older.". When the Daddy was driving Curtis back to his place, he teasingly asked if Curtis could get dressed up in the sluttiest way next week. "If it's that hot, pictures might be necessary next time." Curtis playfully tries to coax some answers out of him. "Well, I was watching my cock pump in and out of your tight ass, and I realized that was way hotter than the outfit. Then It hit me, and I came right after thinking about it," the Daddy starts. " I was just thinking about looking down and seeing my cock doing the same thing, but what's different is that you have another daddy cock in each hand and one in your mouth, and watching all of those daddies fill you just like I did. Is that too crazy?" the Daddy asks tentatively. The stunned look on Curtis' face was instantly interpreted as horror, and the Daddy was about to backpaddle when he felt Curtis' hand on his cock. " So Daddy wants to have me get gang bred by a group of Daddy's friends? Curtis purrs, "That's 100% hot enough reason to want pictures. I'm free for that; let's talk details over text." Over the next week, they text, sext, and try to get a strategy down on how to find the daddies to participate. The Daddy makes a suggestion that stuns and gets Curtis wildly horned up. His idea was if you invite the right daddies the first time and work through some of the issues, then there is a better chance that they would be open to doing it again. So, after a bit more discussion, they were going to look for the right daddies to find for a reoccurring event where daddies were more than happy to come back and might even feel comfortable bringing a friend. So they both went looking for receptive, responsive men over the age of 50 who were not only interested in fucking, but interested in watching. The day before the event, they had invited and gotten positive reactions from 8 men. The Daddy was pretty hopeful all eight would show up. Curtis was convinced that only three would show. The day of, Curtis smoked a fat bowl and packed a premade booty bump to take with him. The Daddy stopped by to pick him up and take him to the motel, where a room was already booked. This motel was much nicer than the last one; Curtis went to the bathroom to get dressed and ready. Looking ready and breedable, Curtis asks through the closed door how long until the daddies are supposed to show up. 5 mins, 3 mins, he hears the front door open and muffled conversation. Any of those who will show up will be, and soon, The Daddy will knock on the door to let him know they are ready. Out of nerves, more than timing Curtis decides to take his booty bump and then put in his plug. Not a minute later, the knock comes. "We are ready for you, boi." Curtis lets out a deep breath, feeling the buzz already coming on; he opens the door and steps out. There were five older men in the room staring at Curtis, Who was dressed in a pair of stiletto boots, a black G string with the text " Fuck me" on them, The mini skirt that He got last week, and a tube top with the text "Yes daddy ."All of the daddies looked at least well into their 50s stunned. More confidence came when he saw all of them move their hands to their cocks. Curtis struts over and molds right in between two of the daddies he hadn't met. Giving a little intro speech, telling them that this wouldn't cost anything, but The Daddy did pay for the motel room, and he might appreciate it if you could throw him a $10 or hell If you want to step up and cover the room for the next time we do this. He tells them they don't have to commit to doing this again. After Curtis finished this shop talk, he was ready to begin. "Gentleman, This being the first time. I will be referring to All of you as either Daddy or Sir from now on, and for this first time, refer to me as a boy or any dirty names that get you off. All of you Daddies are here for me, and I'm here because I respect my elders. I want to show you how much I respect my elders by devoting my body to your pleasure. I will feel my respect for you, Daddies as it drips down my legs for the next day. What I'm trying to say is, please fuck your hot daddy DNA into my boy hole!" As he finishes his speech, he drops to a squat and works to get one of Daddy's cock out. Like clockwork, the others also get their cocks out. One cock in his mouth, one in his hand, this other hand moved to another. His mind is spinning, and he tries to see if he can give an unattended cock some attention every minute. Eventually, He is pulled up and put onto the bed. The daddies finally get to see his Gstring, which is pulled off quickly, exposing the plug and slowly pulling it out. There is a polite discussion on who might want to go first. The answer that Caugh Curtis' attention was the Daddy, who loudly and quickly said, "If I can, I want to go last. I want his ass as full of cum as possible." Their eyes locked when the Daddy finished saying that. Another just decided enough discussion had been had. Forcing Curtis into doggy and pushing the tip of his cock gently and slowly, even re-lubing up. Over the next couple of hours, Curtis was spit roasted by every combination of the Daddys. Curtis was over the moon when the first Daddy blew his load deep inside his hole, Called him a good boy, and said That this was an excellent start to how he should respect his elders. Then went off to the side to watch as this boy continued to get gang fucked. Curtis pulled the cock out of his mouth to Thank that Daddy, for staying to watch. Giving him the honor of planting his seed in his ass. and that he will continue improving on his respect for his elders. Then another cock was shoved in his mouth. Similar occurrences happened a 2nd time and a 3rd. Then The Daddy was the one shooting his nut deep inside Curtis while calling him filthy nasty names. The last Daddy to have his turn pulled the well-used and very sloppy ass up. "Have you men ever seen such a beautiful thing? This boy worked very hard to show respect for his elders. Sloppy well, used, deep seeded boy holes are the sign of respect I think more of Us men deserve. I will be fucking my load into him to mix with all of yours. But I will commit to him that I will be coming back for the next one, And I will bring a friend. Slowly pushing his big thick cock into Curtis' Swolen leaking hole. " I mean, think about it, men, we can all show a friend of ours how they should be respected, and This boy will be respecting ten men next time...and how many the time after. I want to witness all of it." the daddy grunts and announces that he is cumming. Then Leans down and whispers in Curtis's ear. "I can take you to the next level; let me pimp your ass out. My name is Rich." Part 2 will have much more cum and much more of Curtis getting spun.

Kinda trashy white bi dude just fucked my ass raw and bred me... his cum is leaking out of my hole as I type this. He hit me up on grindr driving through looking for "just head". he offered to swing by and I guess he noticed from my profile that I was a bottom so he added that he had condoms if I wanted fucked too. Since it was already like 4am and I was tired I declined on getting fucked, but mostly because of the condom. anyway he had a nice dick which he sent a picture of and I hadn't had any luck finding dick all night so I was still down to suck him off and send him on his way with some empty balls. Takes him about 20 mins to get to my apartment, and I let him in and he pulls down his pants and lays back on my bed. I immediately get down on my knees and start licking and sucking his cock. doesn't take him long to get hard and he's pretty verbal which turns me on. I pull my own shorts down a bit to free my cock which is getting rock hard from this masculine rough dude naked on my bed with his cock in my mouth. he keeps referring to himself as daddy and telling me what a good cock sucker i am. I was originally hoping for a quick blow and go but could already tell he was gonna take a while, which i was becoming more and more okay with the more turned on I got. after maybe 5 or 10 minutes of me sucking and worshipping his cock, he asked if he could eat my hole "for a bit". I should've seen where this was going but since he made a point of mentioning condoms earlier I really just thought he wanted to eat my ass to get himself off. so we switch positions - i get on the bed on all fours and he gets behind me and dives face first into my fuck hole. IT felt really good and I was getting really turned on. he was asking me if I liked it, to which I of course responded "yes daddy". Pretty soon I felt him pressing his raw cock against my tight hole. Fuck I was so turned on that he was going to bareback me. He didn't even ask if he could fuck me, or mention anything about status, condoms, etc. just started fucking his big hard cock into my tight pussy. I was really tight and he was slow opening me up which I appreciated. It didn't take long for him to turn my tight little hole into a loose sloppy pussy. he kept calling me baby and telling me what a good fuckhole i was. as much as I love being called any nasty depraved name in the book, 'baby' makes my pussy quiver more than anything. i was so turned on, just face pressed into the bed basically drooling and moaning while he cunted me. After a while he wanted to pull out and have me suck him more, but I wanted his load in my ass. I asked him where he wanted to cum and he responded by asking me where i wanted it. I told him i wanted it in my pussy daddy. "yeah baby you want daddy's load in your pussy fuckhole?" fuck yes, I did. he started to really pound my hole then, picking up pace to his climax. with a few loud grunts he unloaded inside me. he pulled out and laid down on the bed, still rock hard, and told me to suck my ass off his dick. I obliged and got to work as he asked me how my pussy tasted. I just replied "good" as I kept worshipping his cock. He started moaning again and I could tell he wanted to shoot a second load, so even though I was tired I started sucking him harder and faster to get him to fill my mouth quickly. after a few minutes of some heavy throating he filled my mouth with another round of loud grunts. I was a little worried because it was nearly 5am at this point and didn't want him to wake the neighbors, but honestly i didn't really give a fuck and thought it was hot that he didn't either. so what I thought was going to just a quick blowjob turned into a hot fuck and breed. my pussy is going to bed satisfied tonight

I had been playing with my hole for a while this Sunday when my dildo no longer felt like enough. I needed a real dick in my hole. My last hookup was anon and it awakened something inside me. Not seeing but feeling the person fucking me heightened all my senses. Even thinking about it now makes my skin tingle. So I posted a quick ad looking for some ass up anon fun in my small nyc Apt. Soon I had messages from several guys but one really stood out. He and his boyfriend wanted to swing by and tag team me. Without even thinking I accepted telling them that it’s always been my fantasy. Within 30 min I was naked with a blindfold on, ass up and waiting for them to show up. I heard the door open but I lost track of them as soon as it closed. Soon I heard the sound of u buckling right in front of my mouth, instinctively I opened my mouth yearning to taste them. ”No!” He pushed me back “Not yet. I want to have some fun with you.” God all my inhibitions melted away and I just wanted to be used. They had me suck on his balls and really taste their ripeness. I was in heaven. Suddenly I felt something feeling me up behind me. His boyfriend. It was too much I couldn’t follow I was already in my own little world. However I was snapped out of it once he grabbed my head and forced it down on his erect cock. I choked on it, dripping spit everywhere. He didn’t need to say it, I knew he was lubing himself up for the main event. He pushed my head away , grabbed my hips and lined my ass up. I was too tight. He kept pushing until I gave in a little bit and then he started to plow away. Fuck yes. Feeling his balls slap against my ass felt incredible. I also felt the presence of his boyfriend in front of my face. I knew what to do, I opened up and started serving him too. I didn’t know what to do. I just opened up my holes and finally became the faggot I was born to be. His boyfriend was rock hard and wanted a turn. They shoved my body around and they continued where the last person had started. In the moment I didn’t even realize I was doing ass to mouth, but I didn’t care anymore. this kept going for a bit before the first person shot into my throat. Honestly I love the taste of cum so I didn’t mind not getting it in my ass. His boyfriend also fed me his cock to finish but he was rougher. Much rougher. It was hard to taste his cum since some vomit had come up from how deep he kept fucking me. once he came, I was left on my back, face dripping with cum, stretched out hole and with a new favorite way to get breed. I really hope we can do it again. He wants to take me to a gh and get more people to use me hopefully.

Part 2 Getting up off the bed I headed toward the door and reached down to rearrange the obvious hardon in my pants. I laughed at myself, thinking, Why bother? We both know why we're here tonight. Although, I told myself as I reached the door, there's some things Chad doesn't know about tonight...yet. That quick thought made my erect cock ooze precum from the head as I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to let Chad come in. He was standing there wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts, flip flops and his sexy fucking smile. I drew in a quick breath seeing his smooth sculpted defined pecs, his hard dark nips, and his washboard abs. He was fucking beautiful and he knew it too! I grabbed him by his wrist pulling him inside the room and slamming the door closed behind him. A second later I had him pressed against the door pushing my tongue inside his mouth, both of us moaning in need and lust. I had one of my hands rubbing over his meaty pecs and playing with his nips and my other hand down the back of his shorts and kneading his muscled jock ass. Both of his hands had immediately gone to my crotch when we started to kiss and he now already had my pants down around my feet and his hands stroking my cock and caressing my balls. He pulled back from my lips and as he dropped to his knees he said in a husky whisper, “I gotta suck your cock, Lance!” He slid his mouth down the first 5 inches of my fat cock and I moaned feeling the pleasure his mouth has given me so many times the past four years since that first night. I put my hands on the back of his head and looked down, seeing his eyes looking up at me as his mouth moved further down my shaft, his lips stretching wider as he reached the widest part of my dick. “Damn, little bro! I love seeing the way your lips stretch like that around my cock. It looks so fucking hot and perfect! Here bro, let me help you get past the thickest part there.” Saying that I applied pressure to the back of his head with my hands feeding him more of his big bro's cock knowing he wanted every inch filling his mouth and edging into his throat. Chad was a hungry and eager cocksucker. There was never any gagging from him, only growls of pleasure and need. He moved his hands to my asscheeks, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth as I pulled his head closer to my dark pubes. Working toward the same goal it only took another moment before his lips were pressing against the hair of my crotch and my full nuts were pressing against his chin. He began using his throat muscles to stroke and squeeze the shaft buried in his throat. This was a talent he had shown me early on in our sex together and it was such an awesome sensation. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. “Ah fuck yeah little bro! Suck your big bro's cock. Keep doing it man and I won't be able to hold off. You're gonna make me cum down your throat bro.” Chad's hands tightened on my asscheeks and a muffled moan let me know that's what he wanted. “Yeah you hot cocksucker! Take it little bro! Take every damn drop of your bro's married cum! Here it cums, oh gawd yeah man, take it all! Ugghhhh, ugghhh!” My cock erupted in Chad's throat sending ropes straight down into his stomach. I pulled my spewing cock slowly backwards so I'd be sure to cover his tongue and give him a taste of his big bro's hot jizz. I knew the night was just getting started for both of us and it was going to get better and hotter! (to be continued)

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.

Some years ago I was fucking a bud with condoms. One time he was rubbing his ass against my hard on and sat down. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. We decided to ditch the condoms and I shot loads deep inside. I haven’t looked back and bb to this day. I willl never stop. I’m on PrEP and love the warm wet feel of a man’s hole! Love planting my daddy seed deep inside!

Not sure I have that fetish but when I came out I went home with many men my grandpas age. It wasnt that I was into them but I discovered that they were into twink boys and I had a ageplay diaper fetish and guys that age were more often willing to play. Being a good boy I always made sure they got what they wanted and therefore became popular with their friends. It was this older men that also introduced me to many kinks. Being older I trusted them easier.

My journey: So my Dad and I had moved across state to a new parish as my father was a minster, it was left evening and I was in my bedroom getting my IT stuff all set up when I looked out of my window and to my shock I could see right into my neighbours bedroom and what a sight, there was a guy naked fucking the life out of a young guy doggie style, I couldn’t take my eyes off as this guy was smashing the young guy’s butt, I immediately sprung a boner as I watched I knew I shouldn’t but I was hooked. Then to my shock the guy fucking turned his head and waved at me, damn I’d been caught quickly dropping to the floor so he couldn’t see me. I pulled the blinds down and then did what any 18 year old had to do I dropped my pants and boxer and knocked one out, one of the most intense ejaculations I had ever had 😊. The next morning, I was eating breakfast with Dad when there was a knock at the door, my Dad answered the door and it was my neighbour shit this was going to be bad I thought. Dad came in and said Son this is Jon he’s a neighbour of ours, Dad offered Jon a coffee they started talking about normal crap then came a moment of panic when Jon asked Dad if I could give him a hand with some furniture moving, Dad said of course, thanks said Jon getting up Dad said come on Sam don’t keep Sam waiting. Once outside Jon said to me did you enjoy the show last night I squirmed and started to apologies, Jon said nothing to worry about I wont tell your Dad it’s our secret if your good!! We made it into his apartment and he was genuine about the furniture moving to my relief, once we had done I was heading out and Jon said hold on I have something for you I think you’ll like handing me a flash drive, I was later to find out it had a Trojan horse on it! I thanked him and left curious as to what was on it as any 18 year old would be. I waited for Dad to go to the church as soon as it was safe, I plugged the flash drive into my laptop and opened the file. Wow it was a video of Jon barebacking a twink I jumped on my bed quickly stripping and started wanking my cock, little did I know that Jon had control of my PC and was recording my every move until my cum erupted from my cock all over my chest and face. Wow that was intense!! Later on that day an email came through and it was Jon, then the penny dropped, as I opened the file it showed me watching him breeding the twink and me cumming all over myself. The email read, this will go nowhere if you do as I say if not its going to your Dad and will be posted to all your friends on social media, simple choice be over at mine at 8pm if your late it will be posted. Jon I had no choice, so I made a lame excuse to Dad and went over to Jon’s butterflies where tying my stomach in knots as I knock on his door. Jon opened in the door dressed in a robe as I entered, he said, pleased you could make it, you made the right choice, don’t worry your only here to watch Sam. As we walked into the main living room, I was greeted with the sight of a young black Twink who introduced himself as Leon. Sam, Leon and I are going to put on a web show tonight and you are our guest to watch live, I had a sense of relief. Come on Leon, Sam lets go and put on a show for our customers, we all made the way to Jon’s bedroom once inside Jon told me where to stand and disrobed damn he was hung and ripped, 200 pounds of pure muscle with a 9 inch fat cock and low hanging balls all hairless with a thick silver cock ring and I noticed a scorpion tattoo just above his cock. Leon quickly shed his clothes and was so petite 110 Lbs wet (not a single ounce of fat on him and completely hairless) in comparison to Jon, Leon’s cock was about the same size as Jon’s but looked bigger on his small frame, I was instantly hard. Jon said to me is all good if you need to knock one out Sam. I said no I’m good thanks. Jon, handed me a camera and said I could help with the filming, he also handed me a mask and told me to put it on to protect my identity, remember anything I say to you is not a request you know what will happen if you don’t I’ll press send and your photos will go viral 😊. With that Jon and Leon faced me and spoke whilst I was filming, Jon said guys this is Leon he’s here to give up his hole to my Poz seed, Leon are you excited, Leon said yes can’t you tell as he flicked his hard black cock for the camera, Jon told me to get close to Leon's cock and see the pre-cum oozing from his slit. Next Leon jumped on the bed and did a series of poses for the camera, my cock had never been so hard and a wet patch was showing through trackies. Leon then got on his knees and swallowed Jon’s cock all the way down his throat as Jon started face fucking him, this was quickly followed by the pair of them 69ing with Leon on top whilst Jon eat his hole slipping one, two then three fingers in and stretching him all the time little Leon was moaning in pleasure, finally saying please fuck me Jon I can’t wait any longer, Jon flipped Leon on his back and swallowed his cock whilst finger fucking his hot hole, soon enough Leon yelled I’m going to cum and I focused in on his cock in Jon’s mouth and could see the pulsing of his shaft as Leon ejaculated into Jon’s mouth. Jon quickly got Leon on his back exposing his twink boy hole and spat Leon’s cum on his hole, there you go cum lube Jon said as he lined up his hard throbbing cock and said tell me you want Daddy’s Poz cock to breed you Leon, YES, YES please fuck me, with that in one hard thrust the whole of Jon’s cock was balls deep and he started power fucking Leon’s hole as he moaned, they switched positions a number of times with Jon saying I’m close Leon tell me again what do you want, Leon said breed me seed me with you Poz cum fucking seed me deep. Jon then positioned Leon on all fours and slammed into his gapping boy hole and trust so hard and then said I cumming take in Boy and he breed Leon deep, almost on cue me cock lost control and I started cumming in my trackies. When Jon finally pulled his cum covered cock from Leon’s hole, he told Leon to push the cum out, the sight was amazing the contrast of white Poz cum against Leon’s black bubble but, Jon then licked up his cum and feed it with a passionate kiss into Leon’s mouth. Leon turned to the camera and said he’s had his first Poz seed and I think he’s hooked. Okay Sam you can switch off now which I did. Leon help clean up Sam he’s had an accident. Sam take the mask off now you don’t need it as Leon pulled down my trackies and licked up all the cum from my cock and legs all the time my cock was hard, he then swallow my cock down his throat the sensation was hard to describe and soon enough I could feel my balls tighten and the tingling sensation at the head of my Virgin cock and soon I started cumming into Leons mouth ropes and ropes of cum, when it finished Leon started kissing me and feeding me my salty pure cum. Excellent boys as I turned I could see Jon had the camera in hand nicely done that great footage. Jon said, see Sam nothing to be scared about and you know you loved it, now go home and I’ll be in contact soon. As soon as I got home I was relieved that Dad was out so I had a shower and logged onto my PC to find another email from Jon titled your journey is just starting, I opened the attached file which showed me in full face framed with my cock cumming in Leons mouth and the passionate kissing at the end, I was horrified but realised choices were no longer mine. My training The next day I woke to my Dad calling me so I rushed downstairs and Dad said there’s a friend of your at the door somebody called Leon, he also said how pleased he was that I had made new friends, I could feel my face redden as little did Dad know that the evening before I had cummed in Leons mouth and filmed him getting breed with Poz seed. Dad said Leon has asked if you could go over to his place while his parents are away and I said yes sure, so go and have fun. I invited Leon in and we went to my room and I asked him what was he thinking and Leon said he was under instructions from Jon now get a small bag to make it look legit we are expected at Jon’s, I did just that and we headed out the door and went round the back of Jon’s once inside Jon come on Sam you have a long day ahead. Jon led me by the hand and I was expecting to go to his bedroom instead he led us down into his basement, well basement it was more of a dungeon. Once inside he said come on boys strip and both Leon and I shed our clothes, I was the complete opposite to Leon so pale and were he said hairless I had a bush of pubic hair and a treasure trail. Okay Sam time to make you look the part, Jon raised my hand cuffed my wrist and attached to some pully’s and then raised me so I was on tip toes, okay you’re not going anywhere and by the looks of your ragging hard on you are just were you want to be Sam. As I hung there Leon set up camera all round and started filming. Okay Jon said we need to get all this nasty hair off your skinny twink body, Leon came over and started covering my pit and pubic hair in shaving foam then Jon started shaving me smooth, soon enough I was being washed down showing my hairless body, the monitors in the room showed every stroke of the razor. Okay lets do his bubble butt, I was lowered slightly then they attached ankle straps and then chains my legs where spread and I was lowered down and my wrist locked to floor hooks, as I looked up at the screen I could clearly see my pink rosebud on display, Jon then shaved any hair from my virgin boy hole, they next got some oil and oiled my slim body all over Leon was paying great attention to my cock and balls milking my cock as he went, at the same time I could feel Jon’s fingers pushing at my ring then slowly a finger went in the sensation was incredible as I was being finger fucked first one then two then three fingers stretching my hole, it was to much and my cock erupted the biggest orgasm of my life all over Leons face. Jon’s finger came out and he said that’s enough for now, and I knew that I wanted to be a bottom boy cum hound.

I have always loved older guys. Never liked them younger. I like to be owned and dominated and younger guys do absolutely nothing for me. Gimme those daddies.

Now Sam turn round and show your little white bubble butt to the camera, nice turn your head and repeat after me, My name is Sam I am an 18 year old anal Virgin and I am giving up my Virginity to Jon’s Poz cock. Excellent Sam now bend over slightly and show us your Virgin rose bud, nice. Leon get the toothbrush and work it into Sam’s hole, the next thing I felt was the Leon pushing the toothbrush into my hole it hurt scratching the insides of my boy pussy, after about 5 minutes Leon pulled it out and showed the blood on the bristles to the camera, Jon I think Sam is ready. Sam you ready for my Poz cock Jon said, yes sir was my response. Okay on all fours Sam, once in position I felt Jon’s tongue eating my hole and loosing me up with his fingers, watch the screen Sam see the moment your Virgin cherry opens up for my Poz cock as I did I could see and Jon’s hard throbbing Poz pre cum leaking cock pushing at my ring Jon told me to push out as I did his head popped past my ring, he held it there for a second before slowing working his hard Poz cock into my pussy, he was about two thirds in and I felt him hit a inner part of me, Sam this is your inner ring as he grabbed my tiny waste he pulled back and then slammed forward as his cock burst through my inner ring, good boy as tears rolled down my face he said, now the fucking can really start and he started long dicking me with powerful strokes he kept me in that position for about 10 minutes and then turned me on my back and said I want you to beg for my toxic load Sam. Yes yes filled me with your toxic cum mark me as yours, that took me over the edge as my ring contract hard around Jon’s cock I started cumming all over my face and chest in an endless stream of jizz, his hard balls hammering my pussy I new he was close, here it cums Sam as I felt his hard cock expanded and start throbbing Jon pushed as deep as he could and shouted fuck yes take my toxic babies I’m cumming I’m cumming Yes Yes Yes. Once he eased down he pulled his toxic cock from my hole showing the cum and blood covered member to the camera, Sam clean my cock as he pushed it down my throat. Your properly done now Sam. Cut Leon said that was so hot Sam as he leaned in and French kissed me say we are brothers now. My new life as a cum whore starts. If you want?

Part 9 Breathing heavily from the intense fuck I'd just given Ryan I pressed against his strong sweat-covered back, riding the high of the most enjoyable physical pleasures I'd ever known, reveling in the feel of my cock (still hard!!) inside his muscled chute coated with the warmth of my own cum spewed into him. But besides the physical sensations, I was aware of a different kind of reveling and enjoyment. A feeling, an attitude, bordering on getting turned on more and more by all the raw uninhibited mansex. Cheating on my wife but not just cheating like I know husbands do all the time, but cheating on her with other MEN and quickly feeling the need to have more of it. And more of the smoke - Tina, Drew had called it. It made all the dirty sex and unfaithfulness to my wedding vows somehow more exciting and seductive. And I had to admit I liked those thoughts and feelings! Starting to come down from my cum high I also became aware of another feeling that I was beginning to enjoy. The feel of Kevin's wet cockhead rubbing teasingly across my sweaty pucker, along with the feel of his tongue, lips and teeth nipping at the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. I moaned, louder than I realized until after the fact, recognizing at the same instant that all 3 of us had lost ourselves in our own sex play and forgetting all about Drew temporarily. That thought had just crossed my mind when I heard, “Whoa! What do we have here?!”, Then, “Hey Daddy Justin. Looks like you've been having a fun time!” I lifted my head from Ryan's shoulder and opened my eyes. Standing right next to me was Drew. Still naked, still hard and still making me want him again. And holding a nicely loaded glass pipe and lighter in one hand. Before I could even gather my thoughts to say anything, Drew said, “Here Daddy have some more fuck smoke. I know you've already had some today if you're playing with these two pigs! Haha! And I know you want more. I remember how much you liked it last week at my place,” he said in a low sexy voice. He placed the stem between my lips and started heating the contents and I immediately started drawing in the thick white smoke without hesitation. The smoke and clouds that Drew had introduced me to a week ago I naturally connected in my mind to all the forbidden and “wrong” and exciting things I did with him then and that I had been doing with Ryan and Kevin today. I wanted as much of the smoke as I could get if it meant more of all the hot sex these studs had shown me so far. Keeping his eyes locked on mine as I continued inhaling, Drew spoke to Ryan, whose ass was still filled with my hard cock. “So, cuz, how'd you like getting fucked by my sexy Daddy Justin? Knows how to use an ass pretty good for a beginner doesn't he?” Drew smiled at me as he said the last words and I felt my cock twitch inside Ryan's wet hole. Ryan clamped his ass muscles tight around my cock as Drew put the pipe stem to his lips and lit it for him. After blowing out a huge white cloud Ryan said, “Aw hell yeah cuz! His cock is made for fucking ass! And he dumped a big load of his married cum in my guts! I could feel every shot!” Ryan looked at me and said seductively, “You can fuck me anytime you want to, daddy. And breed me every time.” Drew put the pipe back at my lips and smiled at me as he answered Ryan. “Tell me about it bro! He filled me up with THREE fucking loads last week and I felt all of them. Three hot thick loads of his daddy cheating married party cum!! It was fucking perfect!” Looking at Drew's face I exhaled a thick cloud of the sweet smoke directly at his hard dick and as if I'd done it all my life my mouth followed the path of the cloud and for the first time in a week I had Drew's wet steel-hard dick in my mouth again! I moaned in satisfaction as I tasted his flesh and juices once more. I felt Drew's fingers stroking my hair and the side of my face as he pushed himself deeper towards my throat. “Aw fuck yeah daddy! I fucking love your mouth! Suck my big hard dick daddy. You like sucking your son's cock? The cock that you make so hard for you by letting me know how much you want it?” Caught up in the moment and my mind and cock being led by the Tina, I didn't even give any thought to the subliminal manipulation Drew was working on my mind and life-long ideals of right and wrong and morality. My focus was totally on pleasing the young stud who now had his cock in my throat and who wanted to be my son. I would do whatever I could to please my sexy son. Sliding my mouth off of his spit-covered cock I looked into Drew's eyes. “Fuck yeah son! Daddy loves sucking and tasting my boy's meat and dick juices. I want to make you feel so so good son!” Kevin, who at some point during all this time had finally released his hold on me pulled my face toward his and wordlessly pressed his lips against mine, followed by his tongue and the lungful of the smoke he had obviously just inhaled. I sucked the smoke in hungrily, sucking on his tongue as we ground our hard cocks against each other. Breaking the sloppy kiss, my body and mind and dick at a height of excitement and lust I'd never reached before, I looked at the 3 spun naked masculine men around me and spoke in a voice thick with smoke and raw animal hunger. “Damn guys! You are the hottest sexiest and wildest I couldn't have even imagined! You make me want to do everything we can with each other. I want to make all of you feel as fucking good as you make me feel.” I stopped my gaze on Drew and reaching out to stroke his hard young cock I said, “And I want to please you son any way I can. Daddy wants to make his son feel better than he ever has.” Drew pulled me tight against his toned hard smooth flesh. I felt both of his strong hands grab my muscled butt and knead my asscheeks as he licked my lips. He pulled back from my face just enough to let us look into each other's eyes. His were dark and enticing and seemed to be filled with a burning need. “I know what would really make me feel better than anything else Daddy.” Playing with his hard nips I answered, “What son? Daddy wants you to have it.” I felt Drew's hands tighten their grip on my butt. “I want to fuck you Daddy. I want to be the one to take your virginity. I want you to feel the hard cock that you and mom made pushing inside your cherry married ass and hear you beg for your own son's cum. Will you do that for me Daddy? Please?!!” My cock throbbed almost to the point of hurting when he said this. Oh fuck! I said to myself. (to be continued)

Sorry, but this is a bunch of naive BS. "All lives matter" is a cop-out. Of course they SHOULD; the problem is that in America, white lives have ALWAYS mattered and black, brown, yellow and red ones have not. Of course [people of] every race should be treated with respect. But people of one race have been treated with respect from the beginning, even if that treatment was frequently coerced at the end of a gun or knife or other weapon. People of other races have been treated with disrespect for that same length of time, whether it's 250 years of slavery, 100 years of Jim Crow, the Trail of Tears, the Chinese Exclusion Act, the Japanese internment in concentration camps, or the mass incarceration of African Americans that began under Nixon's demands for law and order. "All lives matter" glosses over and ignores 400 years of mistreatment and expects everyone to just immediately assume everything's fine and dandy. It's not. And as long as people ignore the past, it never will be. You will never "abolish" hate and fear. To abolish means to FORMALLY put an end to some practice, and you can't legislate emotions. You can hope (again, perhaps naively) to eliminate hate and fear, and that's a noble goal, but fear is hard-wired into the brain; it's a reaction developed millions of years ago by our primitive ancestors helping us survive by fleeing perceived dangers. The problem isn't that we fear, but that some people, power-hungry would-be despots like Trump especially, thrive by stoking fear among their supporters. That fear is channeled at "others" - those with less or no power, who can be scapegoated as the supposed cause of the fear stoked in those people. And sadly, the historical record is exactly contrary to your point: it DOES work, it doesn't "always fail". Maybe, in the long run, it's unsustainable, but from the perspective of the despot, in the long run, he's dead anyway. And lastly, that line - "Anyone thinks I'm speaking out of line, please keep it to yourself" - really? So you think YOU are privileged enough to express your opinion here, but nobody can come along and challenge you? Mary please.