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Got messaged by this skinny kinda trashy pale redheaded dude in his late 20s this morning seeing if I wanted to hook up. I love trashy guys like him and wanted to be chill and not tip my hand at how into him I am. He was pushing really hard for me to host, but I made it clear I couldn't but was cool for car play. He wasn't and finally asked me if doing it in a garage was OK. I asked for details and he admitted he had a partner but didn't feel comfortable having me in the house to fuck, but they have a separate garage and an alley door where I could come in and we could do it in there. It wasn't air conditioned and honestly, with the heat and humidity it sounded like fucking hell. He wanted to give and receive raw and against my better judgement I said, what the fuck. I had to wait until after his BF went to work and did as told, parking my truck on the street and wandering down the alley to the garage that was marked as he described. He was already in there waiting for me and we both stripped down and started kissing. He was exactly as described and he admitted he was so worked up that he wanted to fuck me first then have me fuck him. I was jerking him pretty hard and he had to keep telling me to slow my roll as he was getting close to cumming. Eventually he told me to bend over the hood of a car parked in there. I could feel lube hitting my ass and soon his cock head forcing his way in me, slowly at first, then more aggressively. He'd barely been stroking in me long before he let out a loud groan and I could feel him explode inside my ass. He was apologizing profusely, saying he didn't do this often and got too excited, but I noticed he was still stroking inside me. I said it was OK and he reassured me he had more and kept stroking. I was now more verbal, saying how hot his dick felt in me, how bad I wanted his cum and begging him not to pull out of me. He seemed to really enjoy that and went with it, telling me to beg for his load. I fed into that and soon enough he pumped another load balls deep in me, collapsing on top of me panting. I laughed saying I guessed he needed it and he said what he really needed was for me to fuck him the same way. He slid out of me and bent over the hood and I did a spit and stick as he didn't offer me lube. He let out a massively loud groan and started eagerly telling me to fuck him hard. He was telling me how bad he wanted it, how good my cock felt and not to pull out, telling me to use him. I started calling him a slut and a whore and he was agreeing, telling me he was a cheating whore. I love nothing more than hearing guys are cheating on their BFs, GFs, wives, husbands, or whatever and I went with it, telling him that he probably got bred by lots of guys. He said he did and I said how hot it was that he let random guys breed his ass. He admitted he did and how bad he wanted my load and I pumped it balls deep inside him without stopping my strokes. He begged me not to pull out and said how bad he wanted my seed. I said there was more where that came from and kept stroking. I was wondering how much was true and how much was just talk, but if I was here breeding him raw in a garage and totally random I could only guess he's taken more than a few loads this way. That he hadn't asked my status told me this guy was a pig and just wanted to breed and get bred and so I pumped a second load in him calling him a slut and a whore which he loudly agreed he was. It was my turn to collapse on him and mark him with my sweat as well, licking the sweat off his body and telling him how hot he was. I slid out of him and he dropped to his knees to suck me clean, showing me what a pig he truly is. Once he was satisfied he stood up and again we were kissing deeply and intensely. He thanked me for being understanding about having to do it out in the garage and I admitted it kind of made it hotter and he agreed. I could tell he'd done it before and was tempted to ask, but thought the better of it. I told the truth and said the garage setting made it hotter and he admitted to doing it before in the garage and liked having random guys fucking him that way. And I had my answer. He was a dirty slutty cum pig who liked getting rawdogged by random guys like me. We swapped numbers and he asked if I could come by to fuck in the garage late nights as sometimes he did that too. I said that was cool and was kind of hard again knowing he was slipping out of his home and his BF and letting random dudes breed him raw in the garage. We kissed some more and I got him hard again and he joked I should stop before I got him hard again. I told him to text me again and hoped he would.

i never pull out to shoot. It has been awhile since a guy asked me to, but I think I wound up breedin him too. Once I slide in, my boy has agreed to take my seed as far as I am concerned

Part 1 Goosebumps spread all over my smooth legs as Tony rubbed his ice-cold, calloused hands over my thighs. I bounced gently in his lap, teasing him with my oiled-up, smooth cunt. He groaned as he licked my nipple, a stiff finger sliding between my cheeks, massaging my taint and rubbing my hole. I was spending the cloudy Thursday afternoon with Tony, a 56 year-old chem dealer with his own basement apartment in seedy Detroit. I’m a 19 year-old 5’6” year-old Chinese boy living with my husband, Ben, a 48 year-old 6’2” pilot who is a self-professed lover of smooth Asian boys. I had met him on Grindr when he flew into my hometown of LA shortly after I had turned 18, and my parents still think I had moved across the country in college to study business. In reality, I boarded a plane to Detroit to live with Ben, who had proposed to me after a weekend of breeding me at his hotel. Ben’s money and lifestyle on the road made it all too easy for me to meet Daddy Tony and get hooked on T. I know the looks I get from being seen with a middle-aged man, always dressed like a slut. My friends and family in LA would never understand, and I see the looks of disgust that get thrown our way when Ben takes me out on the town, but I love older men. Especially horny, filthy, sleazy older men like Daddy Tony, who stood 5’8” and had a hairy, ripe body. A carpet of unkempt gray hair lined his pale torso. He wore a tattered gray wife-beater stained with sweat and who knows what else and a pair of sweaty black socks crusty from stepping around in filth. He fondled me in his dark basement studio with only slivers of the afternoon sun that made it through his blinds. Conversations, car horns, and footsteps buzzed at street level. Ah, the sound of people coming home from work and school, unaware of the dirty sin just a few feet away. “That jockstrap makes me so horny, baby,” Daddy Tony whispered as he slurped my nipple, his thick mustache and beard tickling me. “Yeah, Daddy? You make me so horny too,” I cooed softly, looking deeply into his fiendish, hungry eyes. His eyes were black and dilated, his smile wicked. He twirled his finger around my tight, greasy oily jockstrap, snapping it. We shifted a little bit on his mattress, which was trashed. The sheet was soaked and crumpled into one corner, revealing the yellowing mattress underneath, which was covered in glass pipes resting on dirty paper towels, at least a half-dozen bottles of poppers, torches, dildos, cock rings, half-empty or spilled bottles of lube, baby oil, and grease. “I know something that’ll make you even hornier for daddy,” he whispered, grinning. I looked at his crooked yellow teeth and took in his rank breath. It was a familiar stench, always reminding me of guys who’ve been partying for so long. “Would you like that?” My skin jumped at the thought of getting even more spun. He picked up a used pipe and held it to my lips. I savored the rough chemical taste and watched as clouds slowly curled up and started tumbling in the bowl of the glass pipe as Daddy Tony held the torch to the pipe. Daddy Tony watched closely as I slowly started sucking in as the clouds started twirling hard in the bulb, wisps of vapor peeking out. “Yeahh, nice big hit, boy,” he whispered. I pulled away, coughing out a thick stream of white that never seemed to end. I coughed and gagged at the chemical taste as I felt the heat course through my body and FUCK I felt good. And horny. And filthy. “Fuck yeahh,” Daddy Tony groaned. “Daddy likes his boys tweaked up. Is that what you want, baby? Dirty little slut boy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss Daddy Tony. His breath tasted like cigarettes and chemicals. He slurped back hungrily, thick tendrils of spit coating my face as he licked me. “I want you to be mine, baby boy.” I knew what that meant. That’s what Ben said while he bred me too, before he even knew my name. In fact, I don’t remember ever telling Daddy Tony my name. He just knows me as baby boy. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said as he strummed my jockstrap. “You know I’m married.” “Daddy will take care of you better,” he groaned before roughly coating his fingers with a foamy glob of yellowish spit. “Get on your back, baby boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” I brushed back some pipes and popper bottles and laid back on the rough piss-stained sheet. I spread my thin, smooth legs and flexed by feet. Although I have beautiful feet that men love. I aimed my perfectly hairless pussy at Daddy Tony, trying to open my slender, perfectly smooth legs as wide as possible. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and pointed it at my hole. My oily cheeks reflected the light, greasy from the baby oil. I whimpered and moaned as Daddy Tony slid a finger into my hole, still coated with wads of spit. I looked right in his eyes, which were full of lust as they fixated on the sight of his meaty finger popping into my tight pussy. He groaned as he felt the warmth around his finger and felt my moans. “Your husband know you’re here with me, baby boy?” he whispered as he slipped his finger in and out of my hole. I grinned devilishly, knowing I had just kissed Ben goodbye before he left for the airport that morning. I had been on Grindr chatting with Daddy Tony even while he was packing his suitcase. “Of course not, Daddy,” I purred. “He’d kill me if I knew I was with you, daddy.” The sound of that made Daddy Tony light up and start shredding my hole with his finger like a pogo stick. “Little slut,” he groaned before spitting on my face. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over and grabbed a small tub of white greasy lube. “You know what this is, baby?” “What is it, Daddy?” “Chem lube,” he said with a sinister grin. He fished for one of the little baggies on the bed that still had maybe a gram or two of T in it. He dumped the whole thing in the lube then stuffed the baggie in my mouth. “Lick it clean, slut.” It tasted bitter and so good. I felt my whole body get hot and twitchy immediately while his fingers re-entered me and I felt a burn in my body. While Daddy Tony massaged the booty bump in my hole, I grabbed a bottle of poppers and hit it hard. Back and forth, one nostril after another while I watched him finger me. I looked into Daddy Tony’s eyes, my eyes cross-eyed and bugged out. My body felt so warm and the whole room was spinning. I couldn’t even speak as a bit of spittle dripped out of my mouth, all the drugs hitting me at once. “Daddy…Daddy I’m so horny. I need Daddy’s raw cock.” “Yeah, baby?” Daddy Tony groaned, staring excitedly into my eyes. “You’re so fucked up, baby. I love a tweaked boy. But let’s make sure you get more fucked up.” His eyes looked predatory as he grinned, spraying maximum impact on a dirty towel and shoving it on my face. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I was in heaven. “Fuck me…Furk me daddy, please,” I slurred. Daddy Tony leaned forward, his rancid sweat dripping from his leathery face onto my body as I felt the mushroom head of his 6” dick stretch my hole and push inside. I could tell his dick would normally hurt, but all the drugs had loosened my pussy enough that it eagerly gave into his dick. Daddy Tony’s dick was incredibly hard and warm. “Ohhh, FUCK!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to his balls, and I moaned softly as he started to thrust. “Daddy…” “Dirty fucking slut,” he groaned, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as his dilated pupils glared fiendishly at me with lust. I moaned weakly as he pushed his warm, wet cock into my hole in and out, slowly at first. He wrapped one rough hand around my left ankle and pressed his other hand down on my mouth. He balled up a thick wad of spit, foaming through his piss yellow teeth, and spat it roughly only my face before grinning. “Such a bad boy,” he whispered, pumping harder. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt his thick cock rip through my cunt, pressing the slight burn of the chem lube into the walls of my hole. He pulled out completely, his cock dripping with grease, and he strapped on a tight cock ring before sloppily sprinkling some crystals on the head of his dick. “Take the poppers, boy,” he ordered. I eagerly grabbed the oily bottle of poppers, fumbling to screw the top open before pressing the bottle against one nostril while holding the other. I took several deep inhales before moving to the other nostril while Daddy Tony fingered my hole, watching hungrily. He smiled with pleasure as he could see my eyes getting even more unfocused, my face contorting as my head spun. I heard a faint buzz, my vision blurring as I tried to focus on Daddy Tony’s leathery face in the dark. “Yeahhh,” he growled, pushing his dick in. I yelped as I felt a sharp burn, every crystal searing into my pussy as he kept moving in. The poppers loosened up my hole and let him in, but I still bucked as he thrust in, not giving a fuck about how much the booty bump burned my hole. He pressed down on me, splitting my legs as open as he can. “Hold your fucking legs, boy,” he commanded. I did as he told, clumsily trying to keep my legs open as wide as I could while the world spun around me, desperate to keep his cock deep inside me. He buried all the way in, both of us groaning loudly as his dick ground into my soft wet pussy, wrecking it. Once he was in and was satisfied, he grinned before spitting on my face again. Then, he grabbed my throat with one hand while he raised his hand and slapped me in the face with full force as he begin to fuck roughly. “Fuuu…Ng, FUCK,” I slurred. “Shut the fuck up you nasty cheating whore!” he barked, slapping me again as I squealed. The bed creaked as he rammed me, his dick sloshing in and out of my loosening cunt. “FUCK yeah, that cunt feels so fucking good. That’s what you’re good for, right slut? Making daddy feel good?” “Yes, daddy!” I moaned. “Fuck yeah!” he spat on me again as he rough fucked me. “Your husband know his boy is a junkie who likes getting used like a fucking faggot?” “No,” I managed between pumps, earning a wad of spit that coated my eye. It burned, but I couldn’t care, in ecstasy from Daddy Tony’s cock ripping into me. Slosh, slosh, slosh. “Yeah? Fucking trashy slut,” he growled, pausing to remove my left hand from my leg. He took the silver wedding band off my ring finger and tossed it aside. It landed somewhere in the pile of food packaging and empty water bottles somewhere on the floor. I got even more turned on remembering my handsome husband taking me to a pawn shop near the courthouse in Vegas to buy the rings last minute, him dressed in his pilot uniform, me dressed in a skimpy crop top and booty shorts. We got married moments later, with even the Vegas officiant looking wary. “You’re mine now, baby,” he had said, and that night we made love at the motel all night. “I love my Asian pussy boy.” “I love you too, Daddy!” I smirked at the memory as Daddy Tony grabbed my neck again, barking, “Your husband should fucking throw you out onto the streets or sell you, you fucking whore! A bad boy like should just be whored out like a cheap piece of trash!” “Yes, Daddy! Whore me out, daddy!” I moaned. Fap, fap, fap. I felt Daddy Tony speed up as he got excited. “Oh, I’ll fucking you whore you out all week, you dirty slut,” he said. “I’m gonna pump that drugged up cunt with my seed and rent you out to as many nasty fuckers as I can.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” SMACK! “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he grunted, his face close to mine. He quickened his pace again, tightening his grip on my throat as I gagged. My feet bounced and flailed as he shredded as hard as he could, his cock now as hard as a rock pole. “Take my fucking load, you bitch!” With that, he thrust into me hard, sending shockwaves through my body. He roared, and I felt his dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded inside me. “FUCK!” Daddy Tony pulled out and wiped himself off as I laid there, still fingering my whole like a zombie. He buzzed around, drinking water and wiping himself off, staring as his phone. His face still looked angry, and as he unwinded, I took another hit of the pipe. He laid down and joined me after a few puffs, freshening up his high himself. His post-nut clarity seemed to hit him for a minute, as he didn’t look in my direction or shotgun his hits, just mindlessly rubbing my smooth slim body. After about an hour or three of almost total silence, smoking, and cruising on grindr, BBRT, and Adam4Adam, he moved over and lubed up my hole with some spit. “I got some guys who wanna fuck you,” he said. “I want you to get really fucked up. You want G?” “Fuck yeah, daddy,” I moaned, still wired and sticky from sweat and tons of spit on my face. “Good boy.” He got up and poured 2 small cups of coke and measured some G. “Just giving you a little boy. I want you to feel these cocks destroy that little cunt.” He moved back to the bed and offered me my portion. We clinked our glasses and downed the G, and I instantly felt heat rush through my body once again as I felt incredibly nauseous for a minute. I gagged a little, but Daddy Tony put his mouth against mine and kissed me softly, his tongue perversely slurping the inside of my mouth. I immediately forgot my nausea as I leaned into Daddy Tony. I felt a finger and the familiar burn at my hole.

Not my story, I borrowed it from Reddit and Pozzed it up I read this while sitting on the toilet with my girlfriend still sleeping mere feet away from me. I got so hard. I jerked off and came all over myself. I just knew I had to "poz" it up and share it with my friends here on BZ It seems that there’s a different kind of intimacy and surrendering that goes into helping a straight guy explore his sexuality. Lots of the time, it goes like this: The first time we meet, it’s at a coffee shop or the mall. We take the time to dismiss the nerves and we’ll become more relaxed and comfortable. I’ll ask them about themselves, what they want out of life, their favorite things, that kind of stuff. I’ll always be genuine, I’ll always care, and I’ll try to be as kind as I can be. Then we go back to his place or mine, and I teach him how to clean himself. We’ll shower together and lather each other up. We might kiss, might not; regardless, I will lovingly wash his body and clean his hair. We’ll go over to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, and I’ll hold him. Usually the nerves come back and he’ll apologize for something, like being nervous or having a messy room… I’ll always tell him that it’s okay, there’s nothing he needs to worry about. I’ll usually try to hold him to my chest for a while, hoping that the sound of my beating heart soothes him. I’ll tell him that, “it’s just you and me, take as long as you need.” Eventually, he’ll tell me he’s ready… I’ll tell him to lay on his back, always admiring the body I’m about to make love to, then we’ll lift his legs into the air. “Ready?” I’ll ask… more often than not, his breathing will slow down, and he’ll gently nod ‘yes’ or tell me “yes”, meekly. I’ll open up a condom and roll it on, reminding him that, “if they change their mind about the condom to just let me know.” I’ll place my erection on their taint, and use my cock to massage a bit of lube across their hole. They might blush, moan, or get goosebumps; either way, I’m flattered. I’ll massage my lubed fingers into their hole to get some lube inside them, then I’ll guide my glans to their anus. I’ll look at them and begin to press the tip in. They’ll usually moan, gasp, hold their breath, or even scream. I’ll bury my hands and forearms under them, caressing their back and head, using my thumb to gently stroke their hair. “You have to push on me, [name], you have to try and push me out.” and that when it happens… his cherry pops. It feels like I’m breaking the seal, to an otherwise airtight hole, splitting and stretching him open to accommodate my exploring penis: feeling it constrict around my manhood. He might writhe in both pain and pleasure. He might scream. He might rapidly increase his breathing. He might even cry just a little bit… but he’ll almost always grab ahold of me, whether it be my arms, shoulders, or back. I’ll always hold him tighter, I might kiss him, I might lick or taste him, I might lock eyes with him… anyway, I love watching him surrender to me. Not even being halfway in, this is usually the part where he’ll tell me to take off the condom and impregnate him, cum in him, or (my favorite) breed him, but I know what I will be doing to him. I don’t know what it is about the actual penetration, but he always seems to change his mind about the condom after he’s been penetrated. I’ll take off the condom and explore him again. I’ll listen to him moan and surrender once more. I’ll feel his insides airlock around my cock and grip the tip as I slide in and out just a bit faster, relaxing as I thrust. I’ll ask him if he wants my cum, assuming he isn’t already begging me for it, I’ll tell him that my cum is all his. I’ll make him promise that he’ll take good care of my cum. Swear by this, and it’s all his. He swears, they always swear. I’ll massage his shaft and glans with my dominant hand, I’ll hold his head with my other. I’ll lock eyes with my new Baby Boy and do everything in my power to make his legs shake. I want him to be addickted to me, just for the moments that the world around us has fallen away, just for the moments I feel his hole throb, just for the moments that I’m inside him. “It’s all yours,” I tell him. I’ll begin to pump him full of my poz seed, forever marking him with my DNA. I’ll keep my cock inside him as I massage the cum from his penis. He’ll ejaculate some time after… and I’ll lick him clean. There’s no way I’m leaving Baby Boy dirty after we worked so hard to clean him. Once the high begins to dissipate, I’ll ask if he wants me to stay inside him or take it out. I tell him that I can usually go for a second, or even a third, round. After they nut, I honestly hope they begin to fall asleep because I love cuddling them: even better, I love it when they can’t sleep and ask me for round two.

It is a total waste if two guys fuck bareback and the btm aint bred. I always try to get my load as deep as I can

Part 2 “Beautiful pussy,” he groaned. “Daddy’s gotta piss and it would be nice to see how fucked up you get if I filled you with my chem piss. Would you like that boy?” “Yes, please,” I said, still leaning forward for another kiss, but he pulled away and grabbed my face. He spit on my face and licked me roughly as I moaned, his other hand rubbing the shards into my hole as my body twitched from the burn. I loved how he fingered my pussy. “I didn’t tell the guys coming over you’re gonna be full of piss, but I want you to hold it in as long as you can for Daddy, alright, slut?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good boy.” And right there on the bed, he grabbed a small funnel still greasy and stained from the last time he used it. “Lift your legs up.” With my ass completely over my body, he greased the funnel in chem lube before driving it down. He stood above me, holding the funnel in place as, slowly but surely, a dark yellow liquid trickled out of his sweaty dick and into the funnel. He pissed more than my ass could hold in at once, so a bunch of piss splashed onto my body, mixing with the oils and getting onto his bed. He didn’t care. He stopped himself and continued several times to make sure as much piss went into my hole as possible. After he was done, he held me like that there for a minute. “Hold it in, boy. Hold it in.” I clenched my ass, letting the piss drain into me and waiting for the chem piss to eventually hit me. Daddy Tony used heavily, so I knew there was tons of T in my hole right now, mixed with his dirty piss and cum. When he was sure, he slipped the funnel out and put his finger back in. He started fucking it roughly, piss splashing out even as I tried to hold it in. I moaned, my insides already feeling so full and rocked even harder by the pressure of his finger, which viciously jabbed into me like a pogo stick. His eyes were glued to my hole, pleased at the sight of his thick, wrinkled finger jamming into my perfectly smooth cunt, piss splashing out every time he suddenly ripped it out. We heard a knock on the door. Daddy Tony withdrew his finger and went to get the door. They exchanged a brief “hey” as the man walked into view, a rugged looking Latino man in maybe his 50s or 60s with a tan, leathery face. Even in the dark, I could tell he had a deep tan. He was around 6’ tall and was dressed in a polo, dark wash jeans, and loafers. He had frizzy gray hair with a busy goatee. He had a slender build overall, but I could see the veins and muscles on his arms. He took off his shades as he looked at me, unzipping his pants. I saw on his wrist what looked like an expensive watch and, unmistakenly, a wedding band. He signaled for me to turn around, and I got on all fours, aiming my leaking hole towards him. Daddy Tony crawled onto the bed, cradling my face against his drenched wife-beater, looking straight at the guest. “You party?” he asked. “No, but you guys can,” he said in a deep, unemotional voice. “He already fucked up?” “Yeah.” “Used?” “Yeah, just filled him myself,” Daddy Tony said matter-of-factly. Sometimes you don’t know how men would react, especially married guys who don’t want to be covered in filth and dipping their dicks into cum-filled holes, but the guy just licked his lips and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” The married man kicked off his jeans and loafers and pulled off his polo. He had just a layer of white fuzz on his chest framed by a gold chain. His legs were sculpted and insanely muscular, his calves jutting out like solid rocks. I was getting so turned on; I would’ve fucked anyone Daddy Tony invited, but this john happened to be everything I loved in a man: strong, older, seedy, and married. He crawled on the bed like a predator, wincing at the cold wetness. “Why the fuck is it wet?” he asked, a little annoyed. “I pissed on the boy and inside him,” Daddy Tony said. “Hah! So he’s still got piss inside him?” “Yeah. My chem piss,” Daddy Tony said proudly. During the entire exchange, Daddy Tony never looked at me, only at the guest, whose name we never found out but we’ll refer to him as John. “Fuck, those pictures didn’t lie,” John said excitedly. “Really nasty fucking whore like you said.” He ran his cold, leathery hands over my body, his fingers thinner but more firm. “Hell, yeah. You got the cash?” “Yeah. You got change?” John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a $20 bill from his wallet. “Only got a couple singles lying around,” Daddy Tony responded, to which John just shrugged. “You guys got anything other than T then? I’ll toss an extra 40 if you got any rock.” “I actually do,” Daddy Tony grinned. He looked down at me. I had my neck craned, just looking at John #1, who returned my eye contact and grinned. He massaged my oily sweaty body with his hands. Before Daddy Tony went to fetch the drugs, he grabbed my chin to face him, his face contorted with a sadistic anger as he spit on me roughly and licked my cheeks and nose all over. “Your only job is to please him,” he commanded. “You got that, slut?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy.” He fetched a blackened crack pipe and filled it with rock and a lighter as I was left alone on the bed with John #1. I had yet to feel the heat of the man’s body, as he still fondled and groped me from a distance, just sliding his rough hands around my body as he sighed. “Fucking nasty boy,” John #1 whispered with pleasure. At this point, the chem piss and the G had hit me with full force, and the whole room felt distorted once again. I felt this intense heat and lust, as his hands gave me goosebumps all over. His hands felt so good, and I could feel the cold sting of his wedding band as he massaged me. Unbelievably spun, I lightly writhed as he tweaked my nipples and ran his hands down my sides and massaged my pelvis. He inched closer and pressed his body against my back, his warm dry body, rough skin, and solid muscles feeling so good against my smooth, slippery skin. I could smell his musk behind a small hint of cologne, which may have been overwhelmed by the stink of piss, sweat, and whatever else. He took a break from massaging me as Daddy Tony handed him the pipe and got back on the bed. He then grabbed the tina pipe that still had quite a bit left, pressed it to my lips, and flicked his lighter. We both watched again as the clouds slowly began to swirl, and Daddy Tony rolled the pipe as I started to inhale. He kept it up, making sure I took a massive hit. High out of my mind, I was mesmerized by the swirling clouds and focused just on getting as much as possible. When he removed the pipe, Daddy Tony leaned in for a shotgun, and thick swirls of vapor encircled us as we kissed. I could smell the distinct sour smell of the crack as John #1 blew wisps of smoke on my face. “Oh, fuckkk man,” he groaned out of pleasure. “Been a fucking while since I’ve smoked rock.” He hit the pipe again, and this time shotgun it to me as Daddy Tony took a hit of T himself. John #1 kissed passionately and had a more bony feel, his tongue more pointed than Daddy Tony’s. Just as he saw the crack smoke escape my mouth, Daddy Tony grabbed my head and shotgunned a massive hit that I struggled to take in. It was so heavy that clouds overflowed between our mouths, and I coughed out thick white puffs. “Ohhh yeah, little tweaker slut!” John #1 grinned. “Fuck, such a dirty little boy. I love a nasty little slut boy.” “I love horny daddies, especially married ones,” I whispered back. Daddy Tony grinned as John #1 chuckled and leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed me softly this time, lovingly. I could feel the white hairs of his beard and light mustache tickling me as we slurped. He ran his hands all over me, and I could feel Daddy Tony tweaking my nipples. Sandwiched between the two men, I was in heaven, with John #1’s warm naked body against mine while I rested my on Daddy Tony’s stomach. I could feel Daddy Tony’s socks rub against my legs as my small, dirty feet brushed against John’s much bigger feet. I could feel his long toenails and the bony tops of his feet. “What do you like about married men, boy?” John asked. “The boy’s married too,” Daddy Tony said with a chuckle. “Wow. How old are you?” “19,” I answered. “I married at 18.” “No fucking way,” John said in disbelief. “And does the lucky man know you’re here?” “Nope,” I said with a mischievous smirk. John licked his lips and leaned in for another kiss. I groaned, feeling an intense intimacy with the man. He kissed me the way my husband did after we got hitched. “One second,” Daddy Tony said, presumably feeling slighted at the sight. I looked over and he grabbed my face. “Open up,” he ordered. I did as told and he spat roughly into my mouth….then again, and a third time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John whisper behind me he reached into my jockstrap and fondled my balls. His other hand tweaked my nipples as he watched Daddy Tony fill my mouth with his spit. “Now kiss him, faggot,” Daddy Tony demanded. I arched my neck back to John, who eagerly planted his lips onto mine, a combination of all of our spit speckling his mustache and dripping down our chins. “Babyyy,” the older man groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a young slut like you… and to know you’re married to another man. Is he an older guy?” “Yeah,” I responded. “White daddies are my favorite.” “Yeah?” he echoed with perverse sweetness as his hand slipped past my balls to my hole, one finger circling my pussy lips. “Fuck…so sloppy and smooth. A thousand times better than my wife’s pussy.” “And you can fucking wreck him and use him in ways I bet you can’t with your wife,” Daddy Tony said, and the two men shared a fraternal smile. “You can fuck him however you want. Degrade him and hurt him.” I looked at Daddy Tony hungrily as he said that, and he smiled back at me before grabbing me and shoving me on his soft dick. It was completely limp, especially after one nut and all the drugs, but it was so wet and sticky from sweat and cum. I basked in the stench of his pubes, pulling back to spit on his cock before putting his cock in my mouth and slurping again. I relished his intoxicating manstink as I slurped his dick affectionately. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John say behind me as he inserted a finger into my hole. A good amount of chem piss came out with his finger, continuing to drip down my leg, staining the sheets below. The strong smell of stale chem piss wafted through his room, mixing with all the other odors. The piss startled him, but he re-inserted his finger, moving it around as he felt all the warm liquid inside. “He’s got my piss, cum, chem lube, and a couple booty bumps up there,” Daddy Tony said proudly. “You sure you’re not worried about your wife smelling you at home?” “Hah! Fuck that bitch,” John spat, suddenly fingering me more aggressively. “She spends my money and isn’t even worth a fuck anymore. Our sons are already in their 30s and I crash there if I need to.” Daddy Tony’s dick slipped out of my mouth in surprise. “Wow, older than me,” I said. “Oh yeah, boy,” John laughed as he licked his lips at the piss splashing out of my hole as he jammed a second finger in and started roughly fucking me. I began moaning loudly at the sudden intrusion, unable to hold onto the chem piss. “Shut the FUCK up,” Daddy Tony snarled, grabbing my hair and shoving my face back onto his dick. “Suck my dick, you stupid fucking slut!” “Bet the fucking faggot would wanna fuck my boys too,” John laughed. “You see how excited he looked? Fuck, I’d disown my boys if they were little tweaker faggots like him. Fucking filled with piss and taking raw cock from men my age? I bet your parents would do the same, if they haven’t already, huh boy?” As he spoke, I felt his dick line up against my hole. “Fuck, yeah,” Daddy purred, putting the poppers underneath my nose again. “Look at me, bitch!” I gazed up at him, his cock still in my dick as he squeezed the bottle of poppers under my nose and didn’t remove it even after 3-4 inhales from one nostril. My whole body loosened, and I was hit with an insatiable need for cock. I wasn’t done, though. Daddy Tony moved to the other nostril and made me huff until I couldn’t even say my name, barely even noticing as John’s long dick, already erect, poked at my sloppy, dripping, piss-stained cunt. His dick was much longer, maybe over 9” but thinner and solid like a straight rod. He slid in, his head popping in with barely any resistance. It felt amazing; it had been hours since I had Daddy Tony’s cock, and I had been desperate for this feeling. Meanwhile, Daddy Tony’s cock started growing in my mouth as he looked hungrily at the sight of John pushing into me. John pressed my head down on Tony’s dick as he shoved in with one swift motion, eliciting a muffled yelp. “Careful with the fucking teeth, faggot!” Daddy Tony barked, spitting on my face. I tried my best to gape my throat and to stay still while John’s long pole slammed in to the hilt, hitting so deep that I felt an intense ache, especially with the pressure of all the cum and piss already inside me. “FUCKING GOOD pussy,” John roared. “I could get addicted to that ass!” I continued to moan through Daddy Tony’s dick as he began fucking me viciously. I felt it even in my belly button, and I could feel even more piss flooding out of my hole as he rammed in without abandon, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. The bread creaked so hard it felt like it might break underneath us. I was in heaven, spun out of my mind and swimming in Daddy Tony’s musk as his dick hardened and started hitting the back of my throat while John rammed me from behind savagely. “You like that, whore? Suck my fucking dick!” Daddy Tony yelled. “Nasty little homewrecker. Feels so fucking good watching you suck my cock while you make me money with that filthy used up cunt.” I looked at him helplessly as he pulled me off his cock and slapped me with as much force as he could. “Fuck, yeah!” John grunted excitedly from behind. He grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back while he spanked me as hard as he could. “Smack the fucking whore again. Harder this time!” Daddy Tony grinned at the sight of my face, dripping with sweat that began mixing with all the spit, held in place by John just waiting to be slapped. He raised his hand and smacked me as hard as he could, almost sending my head flying out of John’s hand. Totally disoriented, I could see stars, but before I could recover, Daddy Tony slapped me again with just as much force, followed by a quick one. Almost immediately John grabbed me by the throat with his other hand, choking me while Daddy Tony spat in my mouth before standing up and shoving his dick into my throat. He jammed his now hard dick into my throat until I gagged, completely out of breath, snot and spittle flying everywhere. He pulled out, giving me a second to breathe before jamming it back in. The harder I gagged, the harder John pounded, now sliding back in and ramming back in as hard as he can. At this point, there was another knock on the door. Daddy Tony pulled out of my mouth and went to open the door. I couldn’t see who was behind me, but a gruff voice said, “Hey. Here.” There was the exchange of cash and I could hear clothes falling to the floor. “Fucking hot, man,” the guy groaned, rubbing his dick as he watched from the corner of the room. I turned around to see a 6’5” heavy-set man who looked to be in his late 30s with wild curly hair under a black beanie and a disheveled light beard. He was dressed in a plain black T and had a sleeve down his right arm and a tattoo of a cross on his right temple. He wore faded baggy jeans that he unzipped to reveal a 7” uncut cock. He wore no underwear underneath. He kicked off his shoes and stood there in his dirty white socks. John only briefly looked to acknowledge his presence without stopping his onslaught. Walking into the sight of me getting rammed as hard as possible on a filthy piss-stained bed and immediately being exposed to the loud sound of moans and brutal fucking seemed to turn the man on even more. Once again, we never learned his name, so we’ll refer to him as David. “Fuck that slut,” David encouraged from the side of the room as Daddy Tony walked around to the bed and repacked drugs for the group. At this point, John had roped me into a sloppy kiss as he pounded me, whispering to me in between breaths. “Do you love me, baby?” he whispered between breaths. “I love you too, Daddy,” I moaned softly, now fully in the rhythm of John’s rampant thrusts. At this point, David moved over to tweak my nipples while Daddy Tony sat in a seat at his desk filling the pipe, completely unmoved by the fucking. Perhaps motivated by the voyeur, John grabbed my throat, spit on my nose and mouth, and licked it off. Then, for the first time, he raised his left hand, the one still wearing his wedding ring, and slapped me hard across the face while he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. I yelped as the other men cheered in encouragement. “Yeah, baby? You still love me, baby?” John whispered. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned through his fingers. “Yeah? Fucking faggot. Daddy loves violating your worthless cunt. I love cheating on my wife with young pussy but young hot babes won’t put out for an older married man like me. But a nasty little faggot like you is just what I need.” With that, he spanked me hard and looked up at the trucker. "You want him to suck your dick?” “Yeah. Get me hard,” David grunted, sliding his soft filthy dick in my mouth. I felt Daddy Tony loom over me, pulling me off David’s dick after a minute or so just to feed me another big shotgun. Then, poppers again and a dose of maximum impact before being shoved back onto David’s thick uncut cock. The men wasted no time while I was freshly fucked up, with David, who was already getting hard fast, fucking my face mercilessly right away. I gagged loudly as he did, my face leaking from how hard he was using my throat. Only when I almost threw up did he pull me off, with Daddy Tony ready to feed me another big hit. “Fuck, that’s hot,” David groaned. “Look at him all fucked up. How’s that tina taste, boy?” Before I could respond, he rammed his cock down my throat again. Vapor still leaked out of my mouth as he rammed into my mouth, and Daddy Tony laughed. “I gotta piss again. Can I borrow his mouth?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, you gonna piss down his throat?” David asked, excited. “Fucking nasty.” He pulled his dick out and John held my head back as Daddy Tony leaned over, put his now soft dick in my mouth, and unloaded. I guzzled as fast as I could, with piss still dripping down my chin and over the bed as he flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow. His piss was unbelievably bitter and had the distinct metallic tang of chem piss. My stomach churned as he pumped his piss into me, but I got turned on as fuck knowing that it would get me even more high. “Fucking NASTY!” David repeated with excitement. After Daddy Tony was done pissing, I started slurping his dick, and he groaned with pleasure. At this point, the whole bed was soaked with puddles upon puddles of piss. “Disgusting fucking whore,” John grunted. “I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill that cunt with my 4-day load. You want that cum, baby?” I gurgled in response, still slurping Daddy Tony’s dick as John mounted me even higher, ripping me as hard as he can as I felt his dick get even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. He rammed me at a different angle, and I had to drop Daddy Tony’s dick out of my mouth to yelp. “TAKE MY FUCKING SEED, STUPID WHORE!” he roared as he busted in me, and I felt the slightest tinge of warm liquid inside. My whole was completely warm and slippery from his cum when he pulled out, a few drops leaking out. I could tell it was an enormous load. After heaving a few heavy sights from exhaustion, John kissed me deeply while the other two watched on and his dick softened and slipped out. “Thanks for the pussy. Such a good boy,” he whispered affectionately before pushing himself off. “If I had the energy and the time, I’d fuck you again.” “Please… please don’t leave, daddy,” I moaned, earning another kiss from John. “Daddy’s gotta go home to his wife, but he’ll think about destroying your pussy all night, baby.” And with that, he pulled on his clothes and left without even rinsing himself off. As he did, Daddy Tony grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed, enraged. “The fuck was that, boy? You tell another man you love him while I’m right there? Did you forget I’m the one renting you out and giving you drugs, boy?” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I yelped. “Fuck you, slut,” he snarled, spitting on my again before dragging me into the bathroom and throwing me on the floor. His bathroom was small and cramped and was a wreck, with debris everywhere and yellow and brown bathtub. The place looked like a gas station bathroom with a shower. He slapped a towel on the cold linoleum and dragged me on top. David lingered by the door, and Daddy Tony encouraged him to come in. The three of us were cramped in the little dingy bathroom, but it was enough to fuck. “Lay on your back,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and show him your sloppy hole.” I did as ordered, spreading my legs as wide as I can as I laid on the floor. As I did so, Daddy Tony stepped on my face, forcing his piss-soaked dirty black sock in my nose and mouth. I moaned helplessly as he pulled my legs even further apart. David jerked at the doorway, staring at the scene with straight lust. I could only see Daddy Tony’s legs tower over me and a glimpse of his maddened look, his gray beard coated with drying globs of his spit. “You’re just a breeding hole for men,” He said, rubbing his foot into my face. “The only love you’re gonna get from a real man is being used, abused, and degraded for our pleasure, and your job is to love and worship me and any man I rent you out to. But you also deserve to be punished for it, you got me, whore?” “Look at him,” David sneered. “Fucking whore dripping on the bathroom floor. This is what I fucking need.” He crawled in between my legs, and I felt him spit on his cock before sliding his cock in my hole. It was much thicker than John’s, about 7”. I moaned in ecstasy, my hole feeling so empty after the last fuck. “Mmmph!” I tried to scream as David rammed into me without mercy. I could feel his denim rubbing against my hips as cock tore through me, reminding me of how wet and cummy my hole was. He fucked me rough while he choked me, making me cough and gag as I struggled for air. Daddy Tony removed his foot and squatted down shoving his ass into my mouth. “Lick it, whore,” he demanded, and I slurped his rank, hairy ass as hard as I could while trying to ignore the pressure around my neck. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” “Yeah, lick that ass, whore. That’s all you’re good for,” David said excitedly, pumping into me hard. He rammed into me, excited by the sight of me suffocating on Tony’s ass and his unbridled enjoyment of it. Finally, Tony shifted back, moving my head onto his lap, propping me up by my shoulders so I could face David clearly while he perused grindr. Before he was even situated, David eagerly shoved 3 fingers down my throat, gagging me as he impaled me. “I’m gonna hurt you, bitch,” he growled as I looked at him with bulging eyes and dilated pupils, my face covered like a post-bukkake scene from all the spit that dripped everywhere as I licked Daddy Tony’s ass. With that, both of them spit on me at the same time. Right as the spit landed, I felt David’s other hand slap me roughly as he shoved his cock in me. “Fucking pussy’s so wet. Feels so fucking good,” he growled, slapping me again. “And even after all that, it’s tighter than I thought. Fuck! I’m about to cum!” He turned me over on my side, raising my leg as he drilled into me. Unceremoniously, he busted inside me. Breathing heavily, he looked at me, exhausted. He slapped me one more time gently before getting up, zipping his pants, and leaving without a word. “Leave the door unlocked!” Daddy Tony called. “There’s a guy in the lobby waiting to come up.” It was unusual for Daddy Tony to leave the door unlocked, but I'd soon find out why. Now with 3 loads in my hole, Daddy Tony pulled me over him and slid his hard dick, smaller than the others, easily into my used hole. Before long, we heard a knock, and Daddy Tony yelled, “Come into the bathroom!”

So, last night I was on Grindr, looking at the same profiles and pics when I get a message from someone new. Basically a blank profile…says 27 yo, 6’ ft, 205 lbs, muscular. He sends me a pic (super hot Latino guy) along with ‘How’s it going?’. I’m 54, 6’, 175, 8x5.5 cut, poz/undetectable - all of which is in my profile. I answer nicely, not thinking much of it. (Honestly, he’s way out of my league.) He asks for a pic. I open my private pics and send a recent face pic. Again, thinking this will go nowhere. I tell him I’m open and love to fuck and that I’m a top. He says “Woof! Would love feel your big thick cock balls deep in me. I'd be ass up face down in a jock and socks & let you use me how you please sir.” Then he immediately says “Bottom here like to get fucked and flooded - Role play can be hot - Dad son” We work out that he wants to host and I want to travel. He sends his address and asks for a little time to rinse and prepare. I say sure…still sceptical. Then he asks “Mind sending a video of you waving or showing me your cock so I know you're real.” This of course throws up red flags, but I send over a quick video. I tell him I’m ready to leave and ask for the details. He sends over his address but asks for 5-10 more minutes. Again, I think this is not going to happen. Ultimately, he says to come over at 12:30, street park, and text when parked. I agree. I head over. The address is for a small apartment building, and he didn’t give me the apartment number. So when I get there I text him, “now what?” I’m still thinking he’s going to flake, but he texts me his apartment number and says ignore the mess, he just moved in. Originally he wanted an anon scene where I walk in on him face down, but when I get to the door, it’s locked. He then opens the door and walks me into his small apartment. He’s hot as hell…hotter than his pics. Muscles everywhere, a few tattoos, in a jockstrap. He was right, there are boxes all over the dark apartment , but I’m not there to judge his furnishings, I’m there to fuck. We get to the bedroom and he has to put his small dog in the bathroom. I begin to undress and he assumes his position on the bed. Luckily I brought lube and get myself to attention as I slide a finger into his very tight ass. I slowly slide my dick into him letting him get used to it and I hear him moan with pleasure. I begin to slowly fuck him and he’s moaning and grinding his ass on my cock. In general it takes me a while to cum, so after about 30 minutes, I could tell I was about to pop. I pick up the pace and plunge my cock to the hilt up his tight muscled ass. Finally, I blow my load up him and collapse on his back in a pile of sweat. We lay there a little while, but finally, I pull out and begin to clean up, dress and gather my things. Then he points to a bed next to him that is blocked with some sheets and says, my son is sleeping there, but don’t worry, he’s deaf. I’m a bit confused which I’m sure showed on my face. As I go toward the door, he turns on a light and shows me a picture of him and his kids hanging on his wall. This hot Latin muscle bottom that I just fucked is a real daddy with little kids. We exchanged pleasantries and then I left. My mind is still racing from the whole scene. When I got home, he had sent me a Grinr message saying “Pleasure taking your poz load sir. Thank you for coming to pump me.” And he lists his phone number.

That's not correct. The new article states quite explicitly that the data they have support the hypothesis that high viral load of HIV has an effect on the host that increases their sexual activity. Whether their interpretation of the data is correct can be argues (and no doubt will, given the controversial nature of the subject). But that's definitely what they are saying. Of course they don't have any idea how such an effect comes about.

And this is true, too. I don't play with a man who 'only' wants my hand. It needs to be someone who wants my tongue, my dick, my fingers, my hand, and a plethora of toys.

I had today off so decided to take as many anon loads as I could find starting at around 3 this afternoon. I'm definitely a no loads refused anon cumdumpster type, so headed to Sniffies and BBRT to find whatever I could find. Never saw any of them. My setup is right inside my front door, towel on the ground, hand towel beside that with lube and poppers on it. I ask the guys to give me a five minute warning as their approaching and then get on the towel, face down, ass up and put my blind fold on. The guys walk in, find me there in the mostly dark hallway, and either completely take off their pants/clothes or just unzip their pants/shorts enough to fuck me. Some spit and shove, others use a bit of love. Some of them notice that I've already got loads in there so just shove in dry. Today, in 6 hours, I took 11 anon loads at home. Never saw a single guy, only saw a few pictures of the dicks online before they were breeding me. Like I said, no loads refused so as long as they were willing to show up, I took their load. Just by feeling I could tell I had some olders and younger dudes, some fit dudes, some unift dudes. Fucking loved every one. I've done this a few times now (though not 11 loads, more like 4-6) and I've figured out how to time it between guys if you happen to have two that want to come at the same time. It takes a max of 10 minutes for dudes to show up, get their dicks out, and shoot their loads and often times it's under 5 minutes. I fucking love it when dudes barely pull down their pants and dump their load super fast - makes me feel like more of a cumdump, Great day

I have a FTM buddy who can fuck me with a strap-on twice as well as some biological men can, so a FTM Top/Dom is most definitely a possibility.

Hot man glad you're in denver. would love to breed that hole sometime.

I've been a dancer, off and on, at the Tin Room in Dallas and not gonna lie, I've hustled too, and I know there but for the grace of god go I. I've had a goal in mind for why I did all that and now have achieved that, and now I'm gonna leave that behind. Some of them did, but a lot didn't. It's a cautionary tale really. And I know that a lot of the guys I've worked with are somewhere on the Kinsey Scale and honestly things are complicated. I don't like to categorize people and hate being categorized. Few people are all-straight or all-gay. There's kinks and things we enjoy that shouldn't be shamed and I think David, the producer, made that point in the video. We all do things for various reasons. I think that era (2006-2011 as he states) things were really very uptight and not cool for guys who were somewhere in the middle and most were young and not comfortable where they were and honestly, society was pretty shitty in how they treated guys who didn't comply to societal norms. I feel really bad for them. I know guys like them even today. Life is tough and cruel and honestly, we need to be a lot kinder to each other.

Chapter 14: The Seed is Planted We finished our wings and headed quickly back to the dorm where we immediately got naked. I adked Marc if he was ready for this, and he said definitely. We embraced, kissing each other, and Marc mentioned how far we've come from skinny dipping and jacking to not just fucking him but attempting to gift him. He said he knew our session would be unlike his with the doctor who just wanted to plant his toxic seed into any willing hole. I told Marc I wasn't going to fuck him, but rather make love to him. He simply smiled and said let's do it! We started off being very romantic. Kissing, cuddling and caressing each other's bodies. I quickly put Marc in position on his back, with his legs over my shoulders so I could see his face as we made love. There was a look of fear, yet excitement in his eyes. He started off by begging me to breed him. I just lubed his tight hole up, and stuck the head of my cock in him asking if he truly wanted my toxic seed in him. He hesitated and finally said yes. I had the feeling that he just wanted my load, and he would deal with any consequences after. Before I started breeding him, I told him tonight could change his life forever, and asked if he was prepared for that. Again there was an awkward moment of silence before he said he was ready. I slowly slid my cock in him until it was fully in him. I let him get use to it before starting to gently thrust in him. The look of fear was going away, and now was just pleasure. He told me he had waited so long for this night to happen. I replied that so did I. Little did he know that I didn't just want to breed him, but for him to be my first conversion. I wasn't sure that would happen tonight, as he had mentioned having the PEP which his doctor made him take after each time he made was seeded by him. I did find his bottle of PEP which the label said a quantity of 10, and there were only 6 pills in the bottle. I'm guessing that the doctor had seeded him 4 times. Before I left for the weekend, I would take a second count to see if he took one. Our session seemed to last forever. I felt myself wanting to nut in him several times, but was able to control myself. It was odd for me. I guess it was because I wanted him to be my first conversion, yet I wasn't sure he was ready for that. I knew in my heart it would eventually happen, and honestly tonight was more than I expected would happen. Marc started to beg me to fill him with my poison cum as he called it. I picked up my pace and shot a huge load deep into his second ring as i asked Marc if he was ready and willing. Afterwards he rolled on his stomach and told me to eat his ass. I started kissing and licking his back from the neck down until i got to his ass and stuck two fingers inside him. Although there was some cum in there, the majority apparently was deep in him. I then buried my face in his hairy hole pluging his hole and presenting my fingers to his mouth and he greedily sucked on them.

Since you said dick here's mine.

Been talking with this dude on Sniffies but timing never worked, until today. I left my door unlocked and waited ass up and blindfolded. He arrived, and I heard him pull his cock out and lube it up. He dragged his dick against my hole, just plopping the head in and out in a tease. After a few seconds of that, though, he slammed it all the way in with one stroke that made me scream. I knew he was 7”, which is a length I can deal with easily, but his pics hadn’t done justice to how thick he was. He chuckled when I yelled and said “yeah it’s thicker than it looks”, while pushing me down so I was flat on my bed and his body was pinning me down, unable to move. His cock somehow slid even deeper, his balls against mine. With no mercy, he began to fuck me. He used different techniques, sometimes going fast and hard, other times slowly stroking in and out of me in a way that made the lips of my hole scream. I knew he was gaping me. I quickly became a mess - it was painful but also amazing as he kept hitting the right spot, and the entire time I was a mix of screams and moans and begging him to go harder. Every time he stroked in and out slowly I whined from the intensity. After about 20 minutes of this, he slammed balls deep and I felt the pulse of his cock and the warmth of his seed as he flooded my guts with cum. His body collapsed on my back as he held his cock in me, shooting his load until he was fully empty. When he didn’t pull out after a few minutes, I wondered if he was going to go for a second load (and would’ve been happy to take it); but instead, after a little bit, I felt the familiar sensation of liquid warmth inside that told me he was taking a piss inside me. We hadn’t talked about this, which only made it hotter for me. As soon as he was done pissing, he started fucking me again. This time he came quicker, but the obscene sounds from my hole and the wet mess that was coming from it made it even hotter and when he came I once again felt every squirt of cum. Satisfied, he pulled out and replaced his cock with the butt plug I’d left on the bed next to me, then zipped up and left without another word. He texted me after on Sniffies that he’s free again tomorrow. So now I’m laying in bed, with two of his loads and what feels like a gallon of his piss plugged up and I cannot fucking wait to let him use me again.

While living in Chicago, opportunities for kinky opportunities ran rampant. Especially in the Roger's Park area. I was horned up after an especially stressful day at work. I hopped online, pulled up BBRT, and looked at the day's selection. There was a very handsome, lithe black top man looking to breed a hairy slut bottom. To top things off, he stated he was super dom and wanted a bottom to just shut up and not ask questions. He wasn't into partying, but didn't care if bottoms pre-Tripped. I messaged him a shot of my hairy arched back and fuck hole. He responded right away with an address. He asked me a question. "Do you mind that I'm deaf and mute?" "No. Why would I?" "Good. I want you to come to my place, but don't come in. Wait by the downstairs at the bike rack. Be pre-lubed or you'll take it dry, and I can't have my roommates or neighbors asking questions. Once you show up, you consent to do as instructed without any hassle. No fucking noise." "Hot." I was nervous as I took the 22 to his neighborhood. I stepped into a coffee shop, and ordered an Italian Soda. I walked into the bathroom, tied off, slammed myself .4, coughed, rode the rush, and poured out most of the Italian soda. I pulled another syringe out, and emptied the G into the remainder of the drink, and knocked it back. Losing any nervousness I had, I walked the few blocks to his building and waited by the bike rack of his old apartment building, which was also nearby the basement entrance. He emerged from the basement door. He motioned me to follow him. He was a little more muscular in person, and definitely had the air someone who was very dom. I followed him into the basement which stored more bikes, maintenance supplies, and laundry machines. He opened up a dark room that was used for storage, and had a mattress on the floor. It had definitely seen some action before. He motioned for me to come toward him. I went to suck his d*** and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and reached into a bag he had placed beside it. He took out a ball bag which he promptly strapped to my head so I couldn't make much noise. He then put a blindfold on me and pulled it very tight. I could still see a little light out of the mask edges so it became obvious when he turned off the room's light and I heard the door shut. He shoved in with no mercy, and fucked me doggie styles so fucking roughly that I thought he was going to tear my hole. In five seconds he obliterated my second sphinctre. Even with the chemical help, I was trying to scream, so it's was fortunate for him that he had me gagged. I didn't care I was really turned on. He pulled my hair. He choked me. He made little punches in my back with his fists while keeping his fuck rhythm. It seemed like he was fucking me forever when he put me in a choke hold and choked me out. When I came too, I was still being fucked but on my back this time. I was still being f***** hard but somehow I felt fuller and it was just different. He was biting my nipples and slapping in my face. Out of nowhere he said, "Are you ready for my dirty load?" Confused but turned on I just groaned. He pulled my waist up higher so he could force fuck me and just drill me. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was gonna pass out again. And then he just grunted and pushed in me and held his giant cock so far inside my guts that I thought I was going to rupture. Then the blindfold was taken off and it was so dark I still couldn't see anything. And again he spoke, "Okay i'm gonna take the gag off now, if you say anything i'm going to lay you out." I heard him zip up the gear bag, and the light clicked on. Between the drugs and the bright light I couldn't get my eyes to focus. " I thought you couldn't talk." " Yeah. That's my roommate. Now get your clothes on and get out of here you fucking tweaked out slut." When I could see again, before me was a very muscular, hairy Middle Eastern wolfdaddy. He had put on a jock that contained a monster. I felt loose and cum was leaking, and something else I couldn't figure out. The top look at me desdainfully as he waited for me to leave. He looked impatient as I took too long to stand up and put on my clothes. I thought he was gonna shove me out the door. As he forcefully shut the door he said "Check your pockets faggot." In my pocket I found a folded piece of paper. In the note, the black top left his phone number, and a message that said, " Your pig cunt felt so good. I hope you don't mind that I put my fist up there for a while too." My only regret was a long bus ride home, because I needed to cum so bad.

Note: I am posting this grouping here because some of them will involve an assortment of chems. The first story does not. Story 1 I have been loaded in many odd places. One of the most memorable was in a US Post Office Truck on my back with my legs up in the air parked on a dirt road near my home. The top was a really hot local substitute mailman who also attended a local college on a baseball scholarship. He was lean with a muscular chest, tan and dusted with dark hair. The same dark hair tufted out from under his cap and really set off his crystal blue eyes. I had sucked him off before at a local rest area, and I knew that at the bottom of a very sexy treasure trail he had an impressive slugger (a think 9 inches at least). He drove by the park near my house, and we met in the bathroom. I started to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck me in his truck. I was really turned on. It was July, and those trucks have no air conditioners. We were sweating buckets. His sweat was dripping on me as he was battering my hole. It turned me on more. I was licking the sweat off his chest and he would really get intense and bite my shoulders and kiss me. He really let me have it when he was close. He asked me if I wanted his cum. My response was "fucking breed me" and that made him explode in my ass so hard I could feel it. Some leaked out onto peoples mail. He ripped some perfume samples and rubbed them in the area he fucked me, but I'm sure a few people had questions.

John and Michael, William and James, Robert and David, Joseph and Christopher are couples who meet on the first Thursday of every month. What they all have in common is that they are all poz. The meetings started many years ago. In the beginning, the group was sort of a men's own poz support group, but over the years the group's activities have changed. Today, men gather to celebrate poz pride. Men are united not only by HIV, but also by the fact that they are all more tops than bottoms. They have rotating organizing responsibility in the group. This month it's John and Michael's organizing responsibility. John and Michael have been together for 13 years. Michael is the couple's vers. and John is 100% top. At first, John and Michael were in a monogamous relationship, but Michael's cheating was revealed when he infected John with Chlamydia. As a result of the event, the couple opened up their relationship to other sexual partners. It was clear from day one that the fucking would always take place without rubber, and before long Michael got HIV, which infected John six months later. The couple's responsibility for organizing is to get a bottom for the meeting. In the group, all the fucking is done raw and the hope is that the bottom would be negative and unmedicated. All couples are medicated normally, but usually the medicines are left on a break for the Thursday meetings. John and Michael found this month's bottom in their own backyard. 25-year-old Eric, who lives next door to them. John and Michael paid attention to Eric when they noticed him always coming to the balcony when John and Michael were sunbathing on their own balcony. John and Michael always wore tiny speedos that showed off their big bulges. One day John bumped into Eric in the yard and started talking to Eric. Soon, Eric came over to John and Michael's place to drink wine and talk some more. Eric was a perfect find! 100% bottom with very little sex experience. Eric had just broken up with his first boyfriend, with whom Eric had been in a relationship for three years. The relationship had not worked because both boys had been more of a bottom. Eric visited John and Michael to talk almost every night. Little by little, John and Michael always told more about the beauty of free and raw sex. They noticed how Eric became more horny time after time. John and Michael also deliberately teased Eric with bulges and showing Eric their biohazard tattoos. Eric was hooked. John and Michael were sure they could get Eric to reveal his unmedicated hole to men right away if they wanted to. Instead, they wanted to save Eric's unprotected hole for the Thursday club. The night before the club meeting, John and Michael told Eric about the club. The men said that the positive men's Thursday club meets once a month to fuck raw. They told everything else honestly, but not that Eric would be the only bottom of the night. - What do you think, do you want to come spend the evening with us? I'm sure our friends would like you very much. Remember that the Thursday group is only among men and no one uses any kind of protection. As it should be, persuaded John.

A hole that takes a fist is more often than not, not a loose hole. The men I play with have trained themselves to know how to relax the hole and how to tighten it back up. Kegel exercises!! Of course, there are man who don't--and I tend to play with them once and not again. One of my primary men has one of the tightest holes when we start the fucking, but can go to the largest rosebud after our two hours or so of play. (And he has so much control of his ass, that he can actually fuck my mouth with his rosebud.)

its more popular than people think. specially with random cumdumps cause nobody cares if they destroy my fuckhole. as a matter of fact thats what a lot of men tell me they are trying to do when they fist me. I have probably had hundreds of different guys hands wrist to elbow deep in my fuckhole. hard to find men willing to gangliest me on video which is a dream of mine

I think jock pussy is hot, and I'd gladly jump at the opportunity to eat and breed a hairy jock pussy! So hot how a pussy gets so wet when aroused.

Sounds like the bf likes your cumsloppy hole too. Win win win for everyone

FTM guys are guys. It’s not female genitalia if it’s a guy. A cis guy fucking a trans guy is gay sex. It belongs here and I look forward to more stories featuring Dean.

Only one so far today 😉 but a good one. A 20yo boy messaged me this morning saying he was hungover and desperately horny to blow. I replied that I was about to go to a work meeting but keen for after. I assumed he would have lost his load by then, though. When I went back online at midday he messaged again straight away. Turns out he's in a hotel very close by, 5 mins walk. His pics are really hot - great slim body - and I like to help out, so I said ok I'll come over now. He met me downstairs at the door to take me up in the lift, came down to the lobby wearing just a t shirt and boxer shorts - obviously naked underneath. Man, he was a real gorgeous cutie. A group of girls got in the lift with us and they couldn't take their eyes off him, one even very obviously watching him in the mirror. He ignored them and chatted with me about everyday stuff, the weather etc. We got to his room, and he sat down on the sofa and took his cock out...surprisingly big for a little cute boy. I started sucking and he really got into it... that went for a while and eventually I took down my throat and he was pumping it while feeling my ass through my jeans... I said 'do you want to fuck me'. He was 'yeah turn around and sit on it'. So I dropped my jeans and slid my hole down over his stone-hard cock. I rode it for a while and then he signalled for me to get up and turn around. He pounded me hard while I bent over the sofa and a moment later whispered in my ear 'i'm gonna cum' while immediately I felt it deep in my ass. He stayed there planted deep for a few moments, with his arms around me, then pulled out nicely. We chatted again while a sorted out my clothing and he said he felt still quite sick with the hangover from a night out with mates but had to go the airport to pick up a gf. Sitting there he suddenly looked fragile and a bit lost. I could see the headache in his eyes now. I held my arms out and he leaned into my chest as I hugged him, holding his head gently. Then he said 'i'll be right, just need some panadol when I go out' . So I said goodbye and left. About half an hour later he messaged me "was soo good xx'. Seems like a win all-round 🙂 and my ass still feels great a few hours later.

No top is getting me to shut up… unless of course his buddy is spit roasting me 🤷🏻‍♂️

Oh fuck yeahhhh,,I would eat out that fucken hot hole

to pull out is a waste of good cum , if you breed me I hope you go as dep as possible and shoot

Looking for a guy interested in ongoing use of my cunt to dump his loads. Yes I am fertile and yes I want you to cum inside me. No I don't want to be a parent, children would be put up for adoption through reputable agencies if it happens (no exceptions at all). No responsibilities for you whatsoever other than shooting your cum deep inside me as often as possible . Let me know if this might be your thing

I thought I’d be the only one to be in favor of Dean, but looks like I’m not. I’m in total lust with some of these jacked masculine FTM studs. I think when they start fairly young on the hormones they are totally guys till the “bonus hole” gets revealed. I can see why total bottoms would not be into it. No cock. But I seriously hope to fuck one or more at some point. I don’t consider myself bi but I’d eat out and fuck their pussied as much as their asses

7 loads today (so far!). Once again posted my spiel this morning: door unlocked, ass up, blindfolded, loads plugged up inside me after each one so nothing trickles out. Haven’t seen or spoken with any of these tops other than just sending my address, so complete strangers breeding me. Been a nice bunch of what felt like hung cocks - definitely nothing smaller than 7” (I can tell cause most of the time I barely feel it at anything below 7). One of them was 9” according to his profile and it felt as such and THICK - he came almost immediately after sliding in, but could feel every twitch of his cock as he unloaded for a good 60 seconds straight and it was amazing. Another top who’s profile said 10” had to physically hold me down as I whimpered loudly until he came in me - god it hurt in all the best ways. Have reached down and fingered myself a little between loads, and I’m definitely full of cum and bleeding a little. Hole’s feeling beaten up and I fucking love it. I need more and hope I’ll be able to get into high double digits again today before the day is up!

Himbo slut pup, ready for your loads!

I would have never thought in a million years I would have gotten into being fisted or giving a fist but, about five years ago...my ass was open to a whole new world! There is nothing like it...the feeling of your ass orgasming as a your Fister moves his hand in your gut...so,yes, it's becoming a common thing as people found out the pleasure...

I "manhandled" a top yesterday that I'm usually submissive to. I typically lie on the bed on my stomach and wait for him to mount me, but yesterday as soon as he undressed, I grabbed him, pulled him to me and sucked his dick until he got hard. As soon as he started taking control and face fucking me, I spun around on all fours, impaled myself on his dick and thrust my ass back on him. After he got comfortable with that and started smacking my ass cheeks and grabbing my tits from the back, I spread out on the bed and let him mount me the way he usually does. Then, after he started humping my ass, I let him get close to orgasm and then I started bucking like a bronco until he shot his load. I don't think he was quite ready to cum but I wanted to make him lose control a bit. When he got up to take a shower, I could tell from his reaction that he was stunned, but in a good way. Kind of as if to say did I use this bitch's hole or did he use my dick? Here lately, I've been switching it up on these tops. I have another top who usually fucks me doggy and last time, I climbed on top, sat down, and rode him to completion. Look at me being sassy lol.

Chapter 13: Poz Me! We spent the remainder of the afternoon cuddling in bed, and sobering up. We fell asleep in each other's arms feeling much better. Although Marc's cock was hard, and against my ass as we awoke, we didn't fuck. He suggested we go grab some wings for dinner. Once again the restaurant was pretty bare, but we grabbed a table away from others so we could talk if Marc wanted to. I had decided not to start any conversations and let Marc be the one to start them. He started off with a doozy asking if i would breed him tonight. I reminded him that my seed was potent, and I wasn't there to infect him. I hated lying to him, as my ultimate goal was for him to be my first conversion. I knew i would ultimately get him to agree to it, but never thought he would be willing so soon. Marc told me that since he knew his roomie was leaving, he saw a doctor and just started Prep. He said it had only been like a week, so not effective yet, but his doctor had told him about PEP. He then said that in fact he had used PEP before and still had some. He then shyly said that his doctor was not only gay, but poz and he had the most amazing anal exam from him. I was shocked and said I thought he had never taken a raw load up his ass, and he wanted me to be the first. He apologized saying that he was in his sexual awakening, and that i was right, once you go bare, you don't go back. I told Marc I had no hard feelings, and that I too had sex with my doctor, and although I had been fucked on various types of fuck benches and in slings, there's nothing quite like being fucked on an exam table with your legs in the stirrups! Marc looked around to see if it was safe, and planted a big kiss on me. By now we were both hard, and Marc said he wished he could bend over the table and get fucked right now. I suggested we head to the bathroom and relieve our tensions. Marc said he was afraid to fuck in a stall, but he'd love to be a urinal for me. What a pig he had become! I figured we'd go into a stall and I'd feed him my piss, but Marc grabbed me by the hand, and kneeled in front of a urinal instead. We quickly finished our dinner. Both of our cocks were rock hard the entire time knowing shortly I would be seeding Marc with my toxic seed. We were seated next to each other as Marc started rubbing my cock, and told me how much he wanted my seed in him. I told Marc I felt the same, but conversion is not always that easy. He said he wanted me to keep breeding him until I gifted him.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. ___ Chapter 3 - William and James' turn James and William have only been together for 8 years. William has been a poz since 2002 and when they met James was negative but very interested in chasing. James was 60 years old at the time and had lived his entire life very safety-oriented. In his sixties, he was interested in conversion videos and started spending time on various dirty sex sites. It was on one such forum that James and William met. William and James are both tops, so almost every day they invite to their home, go to parks or saunas to fuck willing bottoms. Always bare. As long as James was negative, the rule was that William would seed the hole first so that James could butter up William's powerful sperm. Always when William was medicated they looked for positive holes to fuck. It took six years for James to become infected. But now he has been poz for two years already. William and James met the pastor several months ago at the christening of James' sister's daughter's child. They had communicated occasionally with the pastor after that. 35-year-old pastor Max has lived his entire life only for his church and preached against sinful life and sex outside of marriage. However, the meeting with Wiliam and James made Max admit to himself that he himself longed for sex. Sinful sex. He wanted to be a sex object. To be used as a sex object. William and James feed Max's wants and needs. They used whatsapp messages to tell Max about the bottoms they had seeded. In which places had the sluts been fucked? How they had filled the man's hole with cocks and sperm. Max was getting ready. Finally came the Thursday club meeting at William and James' home. William and James were welcoming the guests at the door and directed the guests directly to the bedroom. The guests were told to undress and wait in the bedroom. When all the guests had arrived, William and James also entered the bedroom and undressed. William and James encouraged everyone to bring their phones. In the middle of the living room was a fuckbench, to which a very good-looking 35-year-old man was tied. James said that Max is the pastor of the church, and still a virgin. Max has blindfolded, so shooting and sharing videos is completely allowed. Max wants to show the whole world how his virgin ass gets cock and positive sperm. Max can be used however violently. He wants to feel used. Gentlemen, please use the hole, James declared. After three and a half hours, 23 lines had been drawn on Max's back. Max had a 23 poz load in his hole. Max's hole lips were red and swollen. The men had shared countless videos of Max begging for cum in his hole. The pastor had begged and prayed that men he had never seen before would seed his virgin hole. A new sperm-hungry creation had been born!

YEP it's Two For Tuesday! Chapter 12: The Talk We sat down and took a big swig of our drink, when Marc just said "well?" I told him there was a good reason that I didn't breed him, and I hope that he wasn't mad at me. I kissed him, and caressed his hair, telling him that i was positive. Marc pulled back somewhat with a look of suprise on his face. He was speechless for a few minutes as he chugged the remainder of his drink, and got up to pour another one. When he got back, all he could say was "what? How?" I said well i think you know the how part. He didn't find that funny however. I told him our experimenting lit my sexual fire. I continued by saying I wanted to take that experimenting to the next level, but somehow it didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time. He agreed saying he felt the same way. He then asked why now though? I told him it wasn't to gift him, but I knew we had more to explore. I explained that I knew he did too, and reminded me that he was the one to invite me to visit, and I'm sure he wanted more experience also. He nodded his head in agreement. Marc then began to ask me questions, starting off by asking me if I knew who pozzed me, and if it was something that I desired. I explained that it was an older man, and we had taken a great deal of time discussing the possibility. I told him my appetite for sex was crazy, and came to the conclusion that it would be even more so if I was poz. Marc then asked another bombshell question. Do you want to poz me. Of course I got up and poured 2 strong drinks, giving me time to come up with an answer. When I returned I looked Marc in the eyes and simply said if I had wanted to poz him, I would have dropped my load up his ass. I explained that i hadnt been poz for a long period of time, and it was likely my demon seed was very potent. Marc put his head on my shoulder, and started to cry. I stroked his hair saying it's alright babe. I continued by saying that as our sexual awakening started with us, I thought he should know. Marc said his tears were tears of joy, and not anger. He continued to say he wasn't joyful that I had become poz, but if I was happy, so was he. Marc then said he had so many questions, and I said fire away. He started by asking what all I had done? I simply said it's easier to tell you what I haven't done! First of all ive never done drugs. Sex was enough of a high for me. I told him I had been gang banged, double penetrated and even had my ass brushed to help the virus enter my body. I then turned the tables and asked him the same question. He said he hadn't really done much. Mostly give or receive oral. I asked why not, and he said it was difficult meeting guys he didn't really know. He explained that it was easy with me as we knew each other. He said hosting was also an issue for most college students there, but obviously now it would be alot easier. Marc then asked me what my friends and family thought about me being poz. I explained that he was my only true friend back home, but now had many friends who led me on my journey to becoming poz. Surely enough he asked about my parents. He added having a new step dad must have made it tough. I started by saving that my mom didn't know, but indirectly she played a role in it happening. Yep time for another swift drink before I told him my new step dad was the one that infected me. Marc smiled and said another drink? This is going to be interesting! I took a big swig and blurted out that it was my new step dad that infected me. Marc spit out the drink that he just had. He said he knew we were fucking each other, but had no idea my step dad was poz. I told him we had a very loving relationship, and that he let me decide, and would love me regardless of my ultimate decision. I told him about our undetectable pozzing party and after that, I decided I wanted to become poz, but only by my step dad. By now we were both hard as a rock, and slipped into the 69 position. Marc was super excited and sucked my cock like never before. Just as I was about to cum, he said feed me your poison seed! And that I did!

Chapter 11: Rum Makes You Wanna Cum We got back to the dorm, and I poured us both drinks. I poured mine like 3 times as strong as Marc's. I was honestly freaking out about what i was about to tell him, and I didn't want to cloud his mind with alcohol to hear it. Of course we got naked and started to eat our pizza. Marc said he couldn't wait to feel my Pepperoni exploding inside him. Time for me to have another strong drink! When we finished the pizza, Marc got up standing with his ass directly in my face, and said he was ready for a creamy desert. I buried my tongue deep in his hole, as he begged me to breed him. I was reluctant but I so wanted to breed him, and told him to ride my bare cock. Marc jumped on my lap, and it wasn't long before he started bouncing up and down on my poisonous cock. As I thought I was getting close to cumming, I told him to get into the doggy position. After a few minutes, I could feel my aching ball sack starting to pull up, knowing I was close to coming. Although I hate seeing it in porns, I pulled out and shot a huge load on Marc's back. Knowing that sperm typically dies within a few minutes outside of the body it was not likely that I could infect him, so I rubbed my cock I'm my cum, and shoved it up his ass. Needless to say, Marc was a bit disappointed. After I pulled out, we embraced each other and started to deeply kiss each other. He pulled away, looking me in the eyes and asked why i didn't cum in him. I suggested we have another drink, and I'd explain. This time I made both of our drinks super strong, knowing Marc would either be shocked or angry with what I was about to tell him.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 2 - Eric's Insemination A positive men's Thursday club was organized at John and Michael's home. John had agreed with Eric that he would send the message when everyone else had arrived and Eric could come. John met Eric at the door and took him by the hand and led him into the living room. In addition to John and Michael, there were 6 unknown men in the living room. Very quickly Eric realized that John and Michael were clearly the youngest of the couple. The other men were clearly older than 35-year-old John and Michael, and one couple was the oldest. Maybe even 70 years old. John introduced men to Eric and Eric to men. Eric noticed how the men visibly rubbed the bulge in their pants during the presentation. - Now that we are familiar, we can also make a closer acquaintance. Eric, how about you undress in front of us so we can all see your young body, said Michael. Eric undressed himself, first socks, shirt, pants. The men sitting around nodded and commented approvingly. Eric felt shy and hesitated to remove his underwear. John tossed Eric the white jockstraps and said that Eric could wear them if being completely naked made him shy. Eric grabbed the jockstraps and rushed into John and Michael's bedroom to change his underwear. Soon Eric came back into the living room wearing the jockstraps John had thrown. The men stared lustfully at the young meat. - Eric, you could get to know each member of the club better now, urged John. Eric went to the first man and held out his hand. The man grabbed Eric's hand and guided it directly to his own bulge. "Open it," the man growled. Eric got down on his knees in front of the man and began to unbutton and unzip. Soon the man's hard, thick and sweaty cock was standing hard in front of Eric. The man guided Eric's head with his hand towards the cock and between Eric's open lips. "Oh my god, the young lad's mouth feels so good," said the man. Taking turns, Eric ceremoniously opened the front of each man's pants, getting to know each of the eight cocks. Eight different types of cocks: thick, long, curvy, cut, fat, uncut, pierced... The men were now all undressed and Eric could only see cocks standing hard around him. And dangerous looking tattoos. Michael got up from the ottoman he had been sitting on and pushed it into the middle of the room. Come on, negative boy, get on all fours on that ottoman and show us your lovable ass. Shyly, Eric settled on the ottoman pushed in the middle of the room for the men to worship. John waved two used condoms in his hand and said that he had picked them up in the morning at a nearby cruise park. John sucked the fluids out of the condoms with a syringe and squirted the unknown men's loads into Eric's pink hole. Who wants to start, asked John. In the blink of an eye, William, the oldest member of the club, rushed behind Eric and said "me"! The sight of a young innocent and unprotected ass had made 75 year old William's balls boil. He wanted to empty his first load inside so it wouldn't go to waste. William worked his swollen cock straight into the balls deep. Eric moaned in pain as a horny William began pounding Eric's young ass. Within minutes, Eric could feel William's cock throbbing inside Eric and squirting fresh sperm into Eric's ass. When William had calmed down for a while, Michael handed William a permanent marker, with which William drew the first line on Eric's buttock. A new cock was inserted into Eric as William moved to Eric's front and inserted his cock into Eric's mouth to be cleaned. For the next few hours, Eric's ass was hammered non-stop, mouth cleaning one spermy cock after another. In the end, there were 17 lines on Eric's butt, which meant that Eric had received 17 hot loads up his ass. Eric had gotten more cock up his ass in a few hours than he had in his entire life combined. Eric was lying on his back on the ottoman and Michael was holding Eric's legs on either side of Eric's head. The hole was wide open and sperm was pouring out. William's mate James licked and sucked Eric's hole and collected the sperm flowing from the hole in his mouth. Finally, James snowballed cum into Eric's mouth. You are such a lovely innocent cumdump, James complimented Eric. You need to tell us right now if you catch it the first time, James continued.

Curious if any of you have gone and had sex with someone that turned out to be closer to your circle than you thought? An example: I was in LA for work. I flew in the Friday before so I would have the weekend to hang with friends. That Saturday night I was out with a buddy, had a couple drinks and a gummy that got me going. Unlike NYC, LA closes down or starts to around 2am. My friend went home and I back to my hotel. Curiosity had me on grindr before I was out of the elevator. The great thing about traveling is you can have a blank profile (not recommending) and still get a bunch of hits. The algorithm is in your favor. I took a quick shower and made sure I was good...just in case. With no real intention to hook up, some times I just like the attention. One guy, headless torso, was in the hotel across the street from me. In town for work, not single, insists on playing safe "if it gets there." All the things I like to hear. He asked if I wanted to come over. I told him I was already in bed, in my underwear and sent him a photo looking down my body to my briefs and my spread legs as a tease. He messaged back with a dick Pic, asking what I wanted him to do to me. "well, may favorite thing is to beat off while hitting poppers with a guy between my legs teasing my hole with his dick" I fired back. That got me a double fire reaction. "only teasing or can I push in?" "if I take a big hit of poppers and you felt the urge to push the tip in... I wouldn't be mad." "just the tip?" he asked. "well, if you wanted more than the tip you have to wrap it up," I confirmed. "of course, I only play safe" he reminded. "what room are you in?" I was tipsy and still rolling from the gummy (I know I'm a lightweight). My heart started beating fast and I text him my room number. Then I went to my bag to unpack my sex kit to realize it wasn't in my bag. "I don't actually have my stuff, no condoms, poppers or lube" I messaged real quick. "no problem," he said. "on my way." Within minutes he was at my door with a sexy grin because I answered in just my Aero briefs. Not chatting, his hands went to my hips and started kissing me before the door was closed. We stumbled to the queen sized bed and I fell backwards into it, him on top of me, spreading my legs wide as we shuffle to the center of the bed. His clothes flying off quickly, then he yanked my briefs off, tossing them aside and they landed on the weird lamp in the corner of the room. He resumed kissing me for a minute, then reached back for his sweatpants to grab some poppers out of his pocket. It was a new bottle and he managed to rip that seal off with his teeth and then passed them to me for the first hit. It was strong, I just lay there and enjoyed the rush of the new bottle as he positioned himself to close the gap between my ass and his dick. Rubbing the fat, leaking head of his uncut 7.5" rock hard dick up and down my crack, searching for my hole. As soon as he grazed over it I let out a soft moan. "yeah, you like that?" "yeah," I moaned and started stroking my dick. Rocking my hips on his cock as he jerked himself off on my hole. Both of us moaning and enjoying the feeling of each other's sex parts and all of the touching we don't normally do with strangers. Another hit of the poppers and I felt him add spit to his cock and try to push the head in, but I'm too tight and he just keeps teasing. A few minutes later he pushed a pillow under my ass drops down and starts running my hole. I moan softly, running my fingers through my hair, jerking off with the other hand as my ass clenches and relaxes around his tongue as it gets a little deeper with every flex. Fuck it felt good, an expert ass eater. He pops back up and grinds against me, spreading my legs further apart, letting his cock slip into my now wet hole. I quickly took a deep hit, then another of the poppers and passed it to him to inhale. He took a long hit and then passed it back as he added pressure to my hole with his cock head I took another hit and felt the incredible pressure of his head popping into my hole.. I the my head back into the pillow and let out a louder moan, flexing my hole on his cock. He moaned with me and started stroking my cock for me as I enjoyed all the pleasure running through my body all at once. His one hand stroking my dick slowly, the other massaging my thigh and the space between my balls and hole. It felt amazing! As he stroked me he rocked his hips a little, "you like that?" he moaned. I nodded my head and let out a gaging "yeah" and placed my palm on his lower abs to remind him not to push all the way in. We rocked and moaned in pleasure for a few minutes and then he grabbed the poppers and leaned into me, helping me take another hit and not so subtly getting another inch into my tight hole. I took the hit and then the other side, the rush rolling over me like a wave. Both my hands running throb my hair as I enjoyed more of his big dick, sliding in with ease thanks to his precum. "fuck" I breathed out, feeling him spread my legs and deliberately ride that wave with me another inch deeper and then another. "fuck you're tight," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. I smiled in bliss, "fuck dude, that feels so good." I felt him flex his dick inside me, "yeah real fucking good." He learned in, getting even deeper into me as he came in for a passionate kiss and started slowly rocking his hips into me. Moaning with me. My arms around his back pulling him in, I felt so good, the muscles in his back flexed as his hips curled his dick deeper into me. "fuuuck", I moaned, bragging the kiss he went straight to sucking my neck and I moaned. "did you bring the condom?" "I didn't have any," he whispered, still rocking his dick inside me. We both enjoyed a moment of knowing we had two choices, stop our continue. As he continued rocking his hips, deeper and harder with each thrust, his gentle curve hitting that spot inside me. " Can I fuck you raw?" he asked and kissed my neck without skipping a thrust. "You said you don't have anything right?" I wrapped my legs around his taught waist. "yeah," he shifted his weight to shift into a fucking position in the smoothest transition I've ever experienced. "fuck, don't stop", I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as he started to fuck me. "you sure?" he asked, full on fucking me now. "fuck yes, this feels so good," I moaned. He kissed me and fucked me firm but sensually, moaning with pleasure. His body in sync with mine, it felt amazing. He put sat up, putting my legs on his sculpted shoulders, he took another hit of poppers and passed them to me, starting to fuck me harder before I even had a chance to take another hit, but I did. He slowed after a minute, deep dicking me, "take another hit." He let my legs drop as I took a hit, he leaned in and I helped him take a hit as he slowly fucked me. I took one more then caped it and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "can I cum in you?" he asked and kissed my neck. I hesitated, thinking I should say no. "you feel so good, don't make me pull out, it won't feel as good," he kissed my neck, thrusting hard and deep into me. I didn't say anything, just enjoying his last few thrusts, "I'm about to nut man," he warned. Thrust, thrust, he lift his head and looked me in the eyes, "I'm going to cum in you" and I saw his face as his orgasm took over, felt his cock swell and spasm as he unloaded inside me. "oh fuuuuck" he grunted as his entire body flexed inside and on me, curling his hips to get his dick as deep as possible while he nut inside me "and then collapsed on me. His sweaty body relaxed on me as he caught his breath and his dick slowly went limp and slid out of me. He rolled off of me with a soft," holy shit that felt good ". Minutes later he got up and quickly dressed. "I'll be in town all week for work if you want another round," he smiled, pulling on his shirt. "I have a busy week, but maybe," I told him. He left and I showered. Sunday was a recovery day, chillen by the pool and jerking off a few times thinking about the night before. Monday came, I went to work and had a few meetings with producers. Then I was introduced to the crew, the audio guy, who's name is Cole, introduced himself to me with a grin. He had every right to grin, he fucked me like a pro Saturday night and blew his load inside me. Now I'm working with him for a week.

I like to be verbal wherever I'm being fucked. It's more exciting especially when you get the right response from your top. It's encouragement for them and heightens the experience. And I'm enjoying it too of course. It doesn't have to be a show for anyone else.

I especially love the scent of semen that has been marinating in my ass all night. Waking up I can immediately smell it in my bedroom, especially if some leaks out into my bed. Those special mornings where I do wake up loaded I immediately get hard from the scent. Love fingering my hole tasting and smelling that mixture of cum and ass juices

This is the South Florida forum, however there are NO safe areas in Baltimore that I know of.

Oh, fuck!!! Reading this story and seeing my ex's face was automatic! Him, with his begging eyes, while I was pushing him into the farm's gate while I was completing the contract with the farmer: "take this one, poz it up, cut its genitals off with no painkillers and sell it as a sex toy and good cook. Important that I do not have this thing around any longer" Go on with it, and let's see how many twisted fantasies it awakens in me!

I love going to the bathhouse. I used to be shy and nervous about it, but now I strut around naked or in my jockstrap and make eye contact with everyone. I’ve started just walking up to guys I think are hot and saying, “can I suck your cock?” Usually the answer is yes. And mid-blowjob I’ll usually look up at him and say, “you’re welcome to cum in my ass if you like.” The answer to that is yes about half the time. Anyway, I guess my point is, getting past the worrying stage and being an upfront slut has been really worthwhile for me.

From my own experience, yes, it is possible and its how I got to start liking giving head. I was once a crap cocksucker. Never took one deep, never sucked dick it with the passion one out to. Infact, I really didn't like to suck cock cause of the gag reflex. That all changed one day when I started seeing a fella that wasn't afraid of rough (ROUGH) sex. I was sucking (or not sucking well as the case was) and i felt his hands go to the back of my head, rested there a bit, and then hip pop while he shoved my head down. Man, I came up swinging. Nailed him in the shoulder, hard, told him not to do that again. He laughed it off, I went back to sucking, and once again, no warning, hip pop head shoved down. Again, came up swinging and nailed his other shoulder. Youre a big guy you can take it, he said. And Im big enough i don't have to, I replied. He knew how far to push, it was a 24 hour session and he would wait for a while and then Id feel his cock thrust further into my throat. At some point after a few more attempts at forcing his cock down my throat, I came up swinging out of reflex, but something was different, I didn't gag, I pulled my punch as I came off his cock. I looked at him with a "wtf just happened look". And I went back down and yep, I could definitely take his cock way further. He had bruises the next day and I had a tender throat. Only regret was that it didn't happen sooner in life.

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

Part 7 The ginger’s puckered hole gripped Rob’s cock and seemed to just pull him in. He would get into a rhythm and then suddenly switch it i up and ram it in just to get the bottom to clench on his cock. Rob was mesmerized watching his cock plow in and out of the hole before him. He would switch his gaze from the ginger’s ass to the video screen and back. The vision of seeing himself fuck on a big screen just turned him on more. Occasionally the screen would switch to the bottom’s face and when it did Rob would thrust harder to see the reaction and make the ginger moan. Some of the other Tops came closer to encourage Rob as he fucked. The chants of “Fuck him harder!”; “Show him who’s boss”; Tear him open” filled Rob’s ears. Occasionally a random hand would reach up to pinch his nipples or hold poppers next to his nose. As Rob looked at the screen in he saw a large cock with a Prince Albert offered to the ginger. The Top slapped the pierced cock across the bottom’s face who then greedily took the cock into his mouth. Rob looked away from the video screen to see the owner of big pierced cock. It was Jesse the bartender! Jesse and Rob stared at each other for a moment as they fucked the opposite ends of the ginger jock bottom. Jesse mouthed the words “Having fun?” Rob nodded raised both arms and gave the double thumbs up while power fucking the bottom for a moment, then settled into a slower steady pattern. He felt himself getting close. The ginger was truly milking his cock for all he was worth and as he closed his eyes to savor the moment he felt a tongue licking his ear and a then a slight nibble. “Ready to shoot your load stud?” asked Jesse. Realizing that he knew who was nibbling his ear, Rob just grunted and picked up his pace. Soon he felt the tongue push its way into his mouth, and though he normally didn’t kiss, he was lost in the moment soon was making out with Jesse full force. And then, he shot his load deep in the ginger’s ass. The applause and cheers bought him back to reality. As he pulled his cock out of the bound cum dump, Jesse asked him “How was that ass?” Rob replied that it was fantastic. “Well the hole seems to be quivering and begging to be filled again so I’m going to go next if you don’t mind.” Jesse lined his cock up and slid it into the freshly fucked hole. As he did he pointed to left and said to Rob “There’s a slut over there tied spread eagle practicing his deep throating skills; I’m sure he’d be happy to clean your cock off for you.” Rob smiled and headed off towards the recommended cock sucker. Rob soon found the cocksucker he was looking for. He was on his back tied to a bed with his head hanging over the edge. Guys would fuck his mouth and then rotate. Occasionally a Top would leave their cock lodged in the cock sucker’s throat just long enough to make him struggle to breathe. Rob wanted a turn and got in line. The guys in line took notice of Rob’s guest band and eagerly pushed him up to the front so he could go next. The sucker gagged slightly when Rob forced his cock down his throat and pumped. Rob felt the throat spasm around his cock as he drove it deeper and deeper. He kept this up for a few minutes then pulled out as he had seen the other guys do and moved back to the end of the line for his next turn. There was a tatted up biker in front of him. The biker looked back to Rob and welcomed to him to the party. “I hope they rotate this cock sucker to another area;” “I pissed fucked him a couple of weeks ago and he whimpered like a little pussy,” remarked the biker, “but he really does need to work on his deep throating and how to control his gag reflex so I understand why they started him here tonight; but the way he cries and looks so degraded when he’s receiving piss in his holes is priceless and such a turn-on.” “Good to know,” replied Rob, “I’ve never pissed up a guy’s ass but have recently discovered the pleasure of using a sub as a urinal.” It’ was Rob’s turn for the mouth again, this time he was a little more deliberate in making sure the slut sucked his cock properly and repeatedly tested him by holding his hard cock deep in his throat to try to elicit a gag response. Rob wasn’t quite sure whether those were tears running down the slut’s face or if it was just drool and cum coming from his mouth. As Rob finished this round he decided to go grab another drink and move onto another bottom; oral was great but he was ready to fuck another ass. He’d stop by later to see if this slut had refined his skills any after some more practice. As Rob headed for the refreshment stand something caught his eye. There were two young guys lined up side by side bent over what looked like a padded sawhorse. Their heads and arms were restrained in stocks. Each was being aggressively fucked from behind. The drink would have to wait; Rob needed to get into this action. The pair had very similar swimmers bodies, lean and tight. What probably made them look even more alike was that they each had been shaved completely smooth except for the hair on the top of their heads. One was blonde and the other brunette, but from behind you didn’t see much of their heads because of the stocks except when they jerked their heads up in response to a powerful cock thrust. When the bottoms bucked their heads up you could see they both were gagged with a bit gag strapped to their head. “Welcome to the racing station; my name is Cody,” a leather clad jock remarked as Rob walked up. Rob was a bit confused by the reference to a “racing station”, until he realized the two guys currently fucking the bottoms seemed to be competing with each other somehow. If one sped up his pace the other would follow. Both Tops would occasionally slap the asses they were riding as if they were literally in some sort of horse race. When the one riding the blonde shot his load; both stopped fucking and pulled out. The guy that had shot his load took a marker and made a tick mark on the blonde’s ass cheek. “Care to race,” asked Cody. “Since you are new I’ll let you pick which ass you want to breed.” “ Just a pointer though, as you can tell by the tick marks, Blondie has taken more loads so far tonight, so some might consider him the favored ass.” Now Rob understood what was going on, and in fact it almost seemed like a challenge to his masculinity. “I’ll take the brown mare then,” Rob shot back with a smile. Rob, stuck a couple fingers up the brunette’s ass, it still felt fairly tight and there was enough cum in there to provide a nice slick ride. He sized up his competition; Rob was clearly the winner in the cock department by an inch or two although they were similar in girth. It was clear Cody worked out but was only about 5’8” tall so Rob thought his extra height would be an advantage as well since he would have a better angle to fuck. So with the combination of the physical advantages he had and the level of horniness he was feeling right now, Rob was confident he had the challenge in the bag. The two competitors lined their cocks up at the awaiting holes as the audience counted down; “Three, two, one…FUCK!” Rob grabbed the bottom by the waist and plunged in. He really didn’t have a strategy, other than making sure the slick hole felt good on his cock. He did notice that brownie responded well when slapped on the ass. Each slap caused that ass to clench really tight on his fat cock. Cody seemed to be using more of a short and quick jack rabbit fucking style. Rob wasn’t sure if all the noise Cody was making was because he was getting close or whether it was just to throw him off. Whatever it was, it brought out the competitive streak in Rob and he fucked harder, faster and deeper. The noise his balls made when they started slapping against Brownie’s ass distracted his competitor. Rob noticed him watching so raised his right arm over his head and started swirling it over his head like he was riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo. "Yeehaa!" The distraction was temporary however, and Cody refocused his attention on Blondie’s ass and started plowing deeper. Within fifteen minutes, Rob felt his balls draw up and he shot several volleys of cum up Brownie’s ass and collapsed over his back. Cody wasn’t far behind and he unloaded in Blondie less than 30 seconds later. “Close race man, but looks like you beat me.” Cody handed Rob a sharpie and said, “Mark your win.” Rob had worked up a sweat after that fuck, but at the same time he was beaming with pride. He made his tick on the brunette’s ass and he and Cody gave each other a hug and celebratory pat on the back. Cody looked at Rob and said’” I want a rematch later tonight, let’s see how you do after these bottoms are loose and sloppy from a few more hours of taking loads.” “ You’re on Cody; but if this was an Olympic sport I’d always take the gold, so as long as you are satisfied with the silver medal….” The two laughed and hugged it out again. They moved aside for the next set of competitors who were anxiously awaiting their turns to fuck Rob needed that drink now, he was parched. In his mind he knew he needed to recharge if he was going to keep fucking at this pace.

I'd fucking love to be the bottom that gets this type of hot as treatment... DAMN!!!!