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Welp here we go, the next chapter. It might be a while before I can work on Another sequences. So I hope everyone enjoys this one. ============================================================ Palm Springs tends to be known for being a wide flat area out in the desert heat. While much of it is flat, there is a ridge of rock hills along one side that numerous houses have been built into over the years. One such house was built of red brick baked in the sun for close to 50 years. It was large and jutted out from the rocky hills much like a castle. It was here that Max, Cameron and Keith had just pulled up to in the Bears big pickup truck. Looking at it, you’d think no one was home as most of the lights in the house seemed turned off, but the dozen or so cars parked out front showed a different story. As the truck parked, Max leaned over from the drivers seat toward Kieth. “Ok Kiddo, here’s what you need to know, this place has some of the wildest most depraved sex parties all year, and Pride Week tends to be the best of those. You’re young and horny and still finding things out, and that’s fine Kiddo. You’ve already crossed a couple of boundaries today I’m sure you never thought about before, and this here, this is one more. Going into that house, you going to be in a for a hot mess of guys all wanting to fuck and get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible, and before you ask, yeah, most of them are going to be POZ. If you want to back out, now is the time to do it.” Max said, his voice stern and serious, wanting to get the point across without scaring Keith. Keith looked at the house, he could feel the thump thump of music blasting even from the car. “You got two Toxic loads in you sexy, but me and Max have been off our meds for about a month or so. You come in with us, there’s going to be guys who have been off meds for years, or never been on them at all.” Cameron said as he reached out to stroke Keith though his sweat soaked shorts. Cameron grinned as he felt the kids cock throb at his last comment. “Yeah I know, Im scared, but I think I need this.” Keith said before giving a moan as Cameron stroked him. “Well, sounds good to me, let’s get going.” Max said as the three exited and walked toward the house. Coming up to a small enclosed patio, they stopped as a huge black bear of a man sitting by the door stood up. “Keith, i’d like you to meet the owner and host of this sex fest, Sigmund.” Cameron said as the enormous ebony man looked down at the three. He wasn’t wearing much, just a black leather biker jacket and a pair of jeans that were mostly unzipped and could barely contain what had to be an enormous black baby maker. Sigmund looked at the three and made a show of grabbing his crotch. “Yeah thats me, but everyone around here calls me ‘Big Sig’ and with good reason.” He said, fishing out a massive foreskin covered phallus and waving it around just long enough to get a gasp from Keith before stuffing it back into his pants. “Good to see you two here again, Max, Cameron, looks like you brought along some fresh meat for the fun. He Poz?” Sig asked as his gaze bore down into Keith. “Not yet, but thats probably going to change by tonight.” Max said, and Big Sig chuckled. “It will if I have anything to say about it. I’m watching the door for the next hour and after that, well, keep an eye out for me.” He said, fishing out his massive member again, the foreskin so wrinkled that even looking half hard, it seemed there was still an inch or so of skin covering the tip. Less than a foot away form it, Keith could catch a heavy musky scent coming from the hooded cock. He watched it hypnotically before Max and Cameron began to push him towards the door. Just before the went to open it, Sig reached out again. “Hey you guys hold up, I know you two won’t care much, but I should still let you know, Angel is at the party tonight, visiting from San Fran.” He said and Max turned around. “Angels here? Shit, I thought he died last year.” Max said, and Sig grinned. “Well, if you see him, jury is out on wether that might be true or not. Either way, if the kid is on the fence about getting knocked up, meeting Angel might be, educational for the pup.” He said as he turned back around. For Keith, who was about to ask what the deal was, the question was lost as the door opened and the three entered inside. On the other side, the first thing Keith noticed was the music, loud electronic dance music that boomed through the house. The second thing of course were the men. Just in the front part of the house, Kieth saw about a half dozen beefy men in various states of undress. The third thing was the interior. As much as Keith was their for perky sexy, he couldn’t help but notice that the inside of house seemed to have been frozen in time from the 1970s. Everything from a sunken couch area around a metal fire pit, to shag carpets to various hanging decorations. It was jarring enough to briefly district him from the riot of sex and debauchery going on around him. A firm swat to his ass by Cameron of course got his attention. “Ok kiddo, we both fucked you good earlier today, and I know how are seed has already made you hungry for more. But you’re young and got a good thick cock on you boy. Theres plenty of time for fun here, but we want to see what you can do.” Cameron said. “What do you mean?” “He means, before we find more guys to pump your guts full of toxic spooge, we want to see you fuck some holes on your own.” Max said and then leaned in close “If you end up carrying our Poz Babies, we want to make sure your going to be a good boy and spread our strain around to the next generation” He said, almost whispering it into Keiths ear as he heard the boy moan as Cameron chuckled. “You didn’t think we were coming here just to fuck you all night? We could do that at home Kiddo. Now, go out and find some nice ass to knock up and get your rocks off. It is just as good to give as to receive after all” Cameron said. Keith looked to the two hot Daddies, thinking how much he’d been corrupted in such a short amount of town. This morning he’d come to Palm Springs hoping to get a little action, and now here he was being seduced into possibly being infected with a serious disease, and then, spreading it to others. Keith turned to ask Max what they were planning on doing, turned, and suddenly found himself alone. The sounds of sex were everywhere, grunting, moaning, the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin. Keith felt overwhelmed, not sure where to start as everyone already seemed engaged. A sudden cry caught his attention from a darkened room he was passing. “FUCK I’M CUMMING! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CHARGED UP LOAD!” Keith stopped, though his heart started racing as he looked into the darkened room. Figures moved in the darkness and he could make out someone hunched over a body, the bottoms legs slung over the tops shoulders. The two were going at it on an old dirty mattress that was slung on an even older looking box spring that lay in the middle of the room. The guy on top made a loud grunt and began to shiver wildly as he unloaded. Keith entered in, his hand unconsciously moving to grip his own cock and started stroking it as the two in front of him were clearly gripped in orgasm. Stupefied by the sight before him, Keith find himself asking the obvious. “Fuck, are you cumming in him?” He said, immediately feeling like an idiot as his eyes got used to the almost pitch darkness. “Piss off kid, I’ve been waiting all day to Re-Charge this bugged up hole, don’t need a smart ass interrupting.” Said the man on top, occasionally grunting as he flexed his cock, clearly intent on getting every drop of cum into the bottoms ass. With his eyes adjusting, Keith could see them both a bit better. Both seemed much older then himself. The top had a husky but firm looking ‘dad bod’ with a bushy salt and pepper beard. The bottom, from what Keith could see, looked to be a skinny tattooed Latino guy. “Now now, don't be so horrible. He's clearly a newcomer, I’ll be he’s not been fucked himself yet,” The bottom said before turning to look at Keith, his face a dark red and sweaty. “Come on over here, this is all a bit new to you isn’t it, first Party like this?” The bottom said as he ground his ass a bit against the top, getting another moan. Keith watched, his own cock fully erect now. “Um yeah, kinda, I came here with two other guys that I met earlier today.” He said, now fairly close to the others, now sniffing the mix of sweat and cum and other juices that filled the small room. “AH, that makes more sense, you’re not a smartass, you’re just new aint you.” The top said , his voice speaking with a wheezing tone as pulled his dick out with a wet juicy slurping sound. Keith looked at it as it was still mostly hard, the cock slick with cum and juices. The top began to stroke it slowly, seeing Keith eyeing it, he squeezed out a few drops of cum from the tip. “Well new comer, the slut needing some fresh toxic loads over here is Joaquin, and I’m Traivs.” The older of the two said as they helped Joaquin up from the cum encrusted mattress. As soon as Joaquin was up, Travis wrapped his big thick arms around him, pressing his still drooling dick into their dripping ass. “I’m Keith,” he said lamely as he watched Travis run their big hands up and down the tattooed but smooth skinned body of Joaquin. “Well Keith, if you are at a party like this, You’re either Poz, or you’re looking to get Poz. And judging by how shy you still seem, I’m guessing your are still shooting blanks as it were.” Travis said, his voice still wheezing slightly, yet gruff and speaking in a tone of dominance that went down Keiths Spine. “Yeah not yet, I never thought about it before today, but, I’m kinda thinking about it now.” He said, looking at Travis molest and play with Joaquins body, twisting a nipple, or squeezing what Keith saw was a slender, yet very long foreskin covered cock. “If thats the case, why don’t you lay back and ride my Toxic Poz Pistol, my balls got plenty more lethal bullets to fire off for a young buck like you.” Travis said with a lewd grin. Keith swallowed nervously, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, something about the bear made disagreeing almost impossible. Luckily, it was the latin who came to his rescue. “Ease off, you’ve promised all those toxic babies to me tonight remember? Besides, I think our boy is needing something else, aren’t you” He said, swishing over to Keith who realized, despite the tattoos, scares, and deeply tanned body, Joaquin was probably more of a queen than anyone else he’d met so far. Keith felt smooth fingers slid down to his cock and cup his balls. “How about you come over here and give my hole a try as well. I can promise it will be something you’ll never forget.” He said as he pulled Keith forward with one hand, and continued to stroke Keiths now drooling dick with the other. “Guessing you’ve not fucked anyone tonight? “ “Not yet, actually, not shot a load since this afternoon” Keith said as he gave a small moan as his sock was stroked. “Well you are in luck, this big gruff Poz Daddy loves to watch others fuck me up. So how about you get ready to add you own cum to my hungry poz pussy.” Joaquin said as Travis, almost, interrupted him but got a swift swat to the ass. “So tell you what, how about you come over here, and slide that nice young cock of yours up my drooling sex pit” he said as he once more laid back on the stained mattress, pulling his legs back to show off a slick ass. The ass looked tight, smooth, but knowing it was most likely full of infected POZ seed made Keith hesitate. “Thats, hot, but I’m not sure…” Keith started, but before he could say anything else, Travis had come up behind him and wrapped his big bear like arms around his body, pulling on a nipple. “Look just relax, if you are at a party like this, you shouldn’t be worrying about who you fuck or how. Your cock knows what it wants, so just be a good horn dog, and fuck this ass while it’s good and juicy.” Travis said as he worked on Keiths tits, seeing how much the boy moaned and shuddered from them. In Keiths mind he was having another crisis of hesitation. The ass in front of him was clearly Poz, and the cum dripping out was also infected, and yet, as he moaned and felt his cock twitch, a voice told him he’d already done this once before when he Fucked Daddy Max. What was one more fuck. With a grunt he slumped forward, and easily sunk balls deep into Joaquins sloppy ass. Joaquin moaned as he pulled his ass forward and then back, and back again, fucking himself onto Keith's erection. "Fuck that feels good!!” Keith moan, grunting under his breath but certainly loud enough for the others to hear, as he began to thrust his hips, slowly and gently at first, fucking Joaquin. Each thrust making a wet, sloppy sucking sound from the ass he was fucking. “See how good it feels? Poz Cock, Poz Ass, it all feels better than being Neg. You’re going to find this out.” Travis said, sliding his hand onto Keiths well toned ass, the top third of which was bare as his boxers were sliding down a bit by now. Watching the kid fucking, Travis slid his fingers down and started exploring his ass crack, pushing his boxers down even further as Travis pushed a fat finger into Keith tight yet yielding ass. "Oh Fuck! I think I'm gonna…UNGH! I’m going cum!” Keith exclaimed, as his body started to jerk suddenly, his asshole spasmed tight around Travis beefy finger. Keith gave another deep moan and grabbed Joaquin's hips, and began to fuck deeply and erratically, jerking into the sloppy poz hole as he unloaded his negative seed. “Oh yeah there you go. Just let it go neg boy - cum inside him. Good boy. Shoot out all your neg seed.“ Travis said, as he continued to work his finger deeper up Keiths throbbing ass. His cheeks clenching as he continued to cum, Keiths hips hammering hard into Joaquin, unloading his cum into Joaquin's poz infected sex pit. "Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck...' Keith grunted as he came, grinding his cock into Joaquin's guts. "Good boy," Travis praised again, letting Keith slowly come down off his orgasm as he started to stroke his own cock again, now quite firm after watching the fun. “Shit boy, you done make me good and horny again.” He said as he watched Keith give a final grunt and pull out. Cum dripping off his cock, which was still rock hard and pulsing. Travis whistled at the sight, admiring the young stud. Joaquin meanwhile reached for a plug that was behind the bed and, with a well practiced motion, slipped it in his hole with a wet juicy pop. “Mmmmmm Only thing better than a hot load up my guts, is two hot loads.” He said as he stroked his belly with one hand, while sucking the cum off his fingers from the other. “Too right, of course, there is something else just as good as getting two loads, it’s giving two loads.” Travis said as Keith suddenly felt the heat of a large, pointed, and dripping dick at his ass. “How about it boy? You just had your dick deep up a Poz ass flooded with infected seed. The bug is probably already up inside you, why not just let Uncle Travis take it one step further.” Keith gasped and leaned forward, he wanted to say no, but as he felt the cock push against his ass, he realized it felt too good to stop. This was it, he was going to get Poz Fucked.

Just got railed in the toilet at the starbucks in the mall by a big chubby daddy

10. I lay back on my bed. My hole was leaking with another load from Adam (I had somewhat regrettably learned the twinks name when he put his info in my phone) and Chris. Chris had turned up at my door a few hours before, saying his wife and her sister had gone up to Cape Canaveral with the kids, and he had the morning free. One look at his bare torso and bulging shorts had me hard and I dragged him inside. He’d proceeded to tear off my clothes and toss me on the bed. His beard felt rough on my ass cheeks as he at me out and prepped me for his fat cock. Within fifteen minutes of him turning up at my door his cock was inside me. A half hour after that he was flooding my guts with another thick hot load. Five minutes after that he was gone and I was texting Adam. Your uncle just pumped another big load into me if you didn’t go off with your family, I typed. Why do you think I said no and hung out by the pool? Be right there. Less than an hour after Chris had knocked on my door Adam’s tongue was deep in my ass pulling his uncle’s load out of me. “I fucking love your slutty hole,” he’d said to me as he shot his load. Then he was gone too. I felt used. Used by Chris to satiate his need for some gay sex outside of his seemingly heterosexual marriage, and used by Adam to fulfill his fantasy of fucking his uncle’s sloppy seconds. I wondered if Adam’s fantasies went further than just hooking up with someone his uncle had fucked. Did he want to be the one his uncle was fucking. I imagined Adam’s big dick bouncing as he rode Chris’s fat cock. The twink’s mostly smooth body contrasted with Chris’s beautiful bear physique. Or was the actual act too far for both of them? My cock throbbed thinking about it, and just as I started to stroke my own shaft there was another knock on the door. Was Chris already back for more? Should I tell him who else’s load was inside me? I padded over to the door, still naked and answered it. It wasn’t Chris. Jack was standing there in an A line shirt and cutoff jeans with a big grin on his face. “I saw the twink from number three sneaking back down the path when I was putting the pool chairs out. Does that mean what I think it means?” “That I’ve got a load from him and the married bear inside me right now? Yes it does.” “Good,” he growled and pushed me inside. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. Instinctively I tipped my head up to him and met his lips with my own. Our tongues intertwined for a minute as he held me close. I sunk into the warmth of his body, clinging to his big strong arms. “All these men filling you up… I have to reclaim my territory. Remind you how much you love daddy’s cock.” “I could never forget that. You and Danny will always be my first choice and priority.” “Good boy. Why don’t you prove that to daddy and get me hard.” I fell to my knees and undid his shorts. As always he had no underwear on and as I pulled the zipper down his spectacular bush burst out. I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric jutting off to the side already hard. As his shorts fell to the ground his dick sprung forward, bobbing slightly after almost slapping against Jack’s stomach. His dick tasted slightly of sweat, and I gobbled it down greedily. He pulled his shirt off over his head exposing his strong hair covered body. I gazed up at the hairy chest that had started my awakening. I slathered his cock with spit, getting it ready for my hole. Jack’s hands rested lightly on the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair as I slurped on his rod. A light smile danced across his face, his eyes half closed with pleasure. I bobbed my head forward and back, taking his full length into my mouth. His cock was easy to suck, not because it was small or even average, even after these past months I still marveled at the size. No, it was easy because I was used to it. Having his dick inside my mouth felt like returning to some comfort zone. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure of swallowing his perfect cock. Jack, however, wasn’t going to be satisfied with just my mouth. After while he broke me out of my reverie and pulled me to my feet. He held me for a long moment looking right into my eyes, and then kissed me tenderly. His lips brushed against mine and lingered for a second before parting. His tongue slipped forward with less aggression than before. He had one hand on my cheek, the other on my shoulder as he pressed himself to me. I lay my naked body against his and felt the warmth of his flesh against mine. These moments had been happening more and more with Jack and Danny. Moments that weren’t about our lust, but felt tender and had a weight to them. A few days ago, Danny had kissed me softy as he left the pool after we’d set up the chairs. It hadn’t led to anything it was just a kiss. Yet, it felt like it meant something. It all felt like it meant something. A something that I refused to allow myself to imagine until it became true. Jack’s lips brushed against my neck and I quivered under his touch. “Thank you daddy,” I said in a breathless whisper. “For what?” “Taking such good care of me.” He took my chin in his hand and made me look him in the eye, “You’re our boy, we’ll always take care of you.” His kissed me again, then in one slick move swept me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. I was lightly deposited on the mattress, and then Jack swung my legs towards him. He spread them so he could move between them. He climbed onto the bed, his massive torso towering over me. I ran my hands over his chest, twisting my fingers into the hair. With my thumb nail I flicked lightly at his nipples, earning a low growl from the beautiful bear above me. My legs had swung up on either side of his shoulders, my knees were now pressed to my chest, and I felt the head of Jack’s cock brush against my slick hole. He bent down and kissed me, still with the same tenderness as before. He was smiling at me, a look of contentment etched across his face. “David, you know we mean it when we say we will take care of you right?” “I think so.” “Believe it. We will.” He pressed his dick forward. The pressure at my hole mounted. “Yes daddy.” “Good boy.” He pushed inside me. We both moaned. His cock slid home with no effort. My hole accepting him without resistance. This man had helped me learn who I truly am, and this cock being inside me had been no small part of that. It felt like home. My hole could have been completely dry and he still would have slid in with ease. I closed my eyes, laid my head back and let the pleasure of being fucked by Jack wash over me. Wave after wave of endorphins crashed around my body, sent careening about by the powerful thrusts of Jack’s dick. His hips forced him deeper and deeper, carving out my hole. It wasn’t a slow soft fuck, but it wasn’t aggressive either. Jack was fucking me hard, and powerfully, but also with passion. He kept his eyes locked on my face, taking in how my expression changed with each thrust. His arms were wrapped around my torso, and our chests were close together. I could feel his chest hair just tickling my nipples and he fucked me. My toes were curling. It didn’t matter how deep it had felt Adam had gotten, Jack’s cock hit spots inside me that he alone could hit. I locked my arms together around his neck keeping us close. He wetted his lips and pressed our mouths together again. Our tongues intertwined, now more frantic. Heat built up around his. The room felt hot. “God daddy, nothing feels as good as your cock.” “I know boy. Your hole is a perfect fit for my dick. It just welcomes me in every time.” “I could take you forever. It feels good to be a slut, but…” “But what?” Our mouths were less than an inch apart. His breath played across my lips as he spoke in a hushed whisper. “Being your boy is the best. It feels perfect. Its all I want.” “Good boy.” He gave me a few extra hard thrusts to hammer his point home. “Fuck me daddy!” “You know all you ever have to do is ask.” He pushed himself up and grabbed my ankles. Holding my legs spread wide he started to fuck into me deeper. A bead of sweat made a winding path through the forest of his chest hair. My eyes rolled back, and I started to whimper. My hole took his assault with practiced ease. I felt only pleasure. As he bucked deeper into my I felt a pressure in my stomach, a building ache like I had to pee. I knew this feeling. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. As the last bit of air left my lungs my orgasm erupted from my balls like a volcano. Ribbons of cum shot into the air, splattering down on my heaving torso where they became puddles and rivers across my body. I was shaking with the force of it, and all the while Jack kept a steady rhythm going. Slowly, as my orgasm subsided, Jack picked up speed. He grunted, and pressed my legs up towards my shoulders. He was hammering down into me. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my nerves made more sensitive in the wake of my own ejaculation. “Please daddy, please! Jack! Fuck me! Give me your load. Fill me up!” “Fuck boy… Jesus… Fuck… Take…” he reared forward, his chest thrust high, his hips buried into me. He flung his head back and let out a roar. I felt him shudder, and then throb. His member swelled inside of me as his balls tightened up to his body and then with the force of a fire hose expelled their contents. Heavy volleys of cum pumped into me. We were both panting as sweating. Jack gave me a few more slow thrust as the last of his cum was shot into me. I felt the heat from his load spread through my body. A blanket of satisfaction decided over me. It was like being wrapped up in the comfortable thought that this was my safe place, this feeling was never going to go away. Jack fell onto the bed next to me, still panting. He lay one large paw in the middle of my chest. His fingers played in the puddles of cum that had collected on my naked flesh. “Danny said we should do something special and official, and we still can, but,” he said, looking deep into my eyes, “I feel like you need to hear this.” “What?” “When we say you will always have a place here, we don’t just mean that figuratively, or lightly. You were only supposed to be here this summer while working for Sarah… and then… well… David, what I’m trying to say, and doing a rather bad job of it is this,” he propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand still on my chest drawing slow circles in the cum, “we want you to say… here. We want you to say here, and to offer you a job. Well, the job is just more of a formality and a cover for your family. But we want you to stay here with us. There’s an unused flat under ours by the pool that we want to do up and you can stay there… for as long as you want to stay with us.” “Are you serious?!” “Absolutely. You’ll still have your own place, and we’ll pay you well so you can do as you like, but we want to have a relationship with you. You’ve brought so much to our lives already, and its been amazing to watch you blossom over these past months. I can’t imagine not being here to see who you become over the next few years… decades. You don’t have to decide right now, but I felt it was important to…” “Yes! Absolutely, one hundred percent yes! I want to say! I want to be with you both! Oh my God you have no idea!” He pulled me into a kiss. His lips lay against mine and passionate electricity crackled between us. The thing I’d been feeling, that shift, that extra spark in our interactions exploded. It burst into being fully formed and perfect clarity. Romance. Feelings. Attraction. It was the extra things. I had fallen for these two, not just sexually, but romantically and they me. I’d never been in love before, but I was almost certain in that moment that this had to be what it felt like. My heart was thudding in my chest, and I felt like my mind was reeling. If this had been a cartoon little hearts would have been spinning around my head. Jack broke our kiss. His hand rested on my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled bigger than I’d ever seen him smile. “There is one thing though.” “What’s that?” I tried to sound like my stomach hadn’t just dropped ten stories. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Danny when we got together way back when. Just because we're together now doesn’t mean everything changes. I want you to still be the biggest slut you want to be. Keep fucking, keep exploring, keep pushing yourself; and most importantly of all, keep telling us your fantasies. We want to make all of them come true.”

MY NEPHEW AT THE GAY NUDE BEACH— You may have read my previous account of one of the times my young nephew stayed at my place and I introduced him to the joys of adult bookstores and video arcades and glory holes. He was instantly a big fan. But, at his age, he’s definitely a big fan of sex in general, any time and any where. I discovered that he had never been to a nude beach, so, last weekend, on a Saturday, we drove down to the San Gregorio gay nude beach. It’s been a nude beach since 1966, and the beach-goers are predominantly gay men. The men are in the habit of building driftwood “forts” on the sand, each one delineating a personal space for its occupant(s). The parking lot and access road are privately owned, and an admission fee is charged. The beach itself is public property. The weather there is always a gamble, with some days completely fogged in, and cold and windy, and other days are sunny and warm. I knew that, if the weather was clear, the beach would be crowded on a Saturday, so we got there early. The man who was collecting the admission fee to the parking lot seemed very skeptical about my nephew’s age. He hadn’t brought ID, so it looked like there might be trouble. But, I slipped the man a $20 bill and I told him that was how old my nephew was. We cobbled together 2 driftwood “forts,” side by side. I had brought along what I called, “my lucky shirt which had large block letters spelling out, “FUCK ME.” I tacked it to a piece of driftwood and placed it up high between our 2 driftwood forts where anybody walking by could clearly see it, and, hopefully act on it. The fog was starting to burn off so I could tell that it was going to be a good beach day. I gave each of us a good strong booty bump. Then, we kicked back and blew clouds while we waited for the crowd to arrive. We didn’t have to wait long. I could see a muscular, middle aged man down at the far end of the beach, walking in our direction. As he got closer, I was sure he could see our, “FUCK ME” sign. At first, he was walking down by the water, but suddenly, he veered up closer and closer to where my nephew and I were, our heads down and our asses up. His first words, referring to the, “FUCK ME” sign, were, “Is this for real ?” I said, “Sure. Your choice. Take your pick.” Of course he chose my nephew. Young, smooth, and cute ? Who wouldn’t make that choice ? Little did he know that I had brought my camera, and I was recording the whole scene. My nephew was lying on his back, legs up and back while the guy fucked him. My nephew could see me with the camera, but the guy fucking him was face down, so he didn’t see me. Luckily, my nephew didn’t say anything. He just let out a high pitched moan with every thrust of the guys fat cock into my nephew’s hole. When the guy started gasping, I knew that he was going from pounding my nephew’s ass to pumping it full of cum. After he pulled out, he said, “Thanks, guys. That was hot !” Imagine that. A nice guy as well as being a hot fuck. Now, I could see a lot more men trudging down the beach and claiming spare driftwood to build their own forts. Quite a few of them noticed our, “FUCK ME” sign and pointed and laughed, all in good fun. I was sure that some of them would stop by later on to check us out a little more closely. My first fuck of the day was a homely fat guy with an equally big fat dick. Many times I’ve said that a big dick can make up for a lot of ugly. LOL. Plus, I don’t discriminate, especially when I’m spun on crystal. He sure was heavy, lying on top of me, but I was loving having his big prick stretching my hole and making me take it deep while I hit the poppers, again and again. The bonus was that he was a really heavy cummer, too. Thumbs up ! Whenever either one of us was getting fucked, it always drew a small group of men who gathered close, stroking their dicks and checking out the action, their camera phones up and constantly recording. Some of them just wanted to watch and some of them were waiting for their turn to fuck my nephew or me. Although I’m still pretty good looking and I’m still in pretty good shape, there’s no comparison to how hot my young nephew is. His ass was the prize that most of them wanted. And, good for him. I’m really proud of him. When it was time to go, I recovered my lucky, “FUCK ME” shirt, and I shoved a butt plug up my nephew’s hole to keep the huge amount of cum from running down his legs. The final count was 2 loads for me and 6 for my nephew ! He asked me if we were coming back tomorrow.

Chapter 25: Seed Planted Sadly a month had passed, and Marc hadn't converted. My step dad and I had plans to change that at the campground though. Dad and I got up early to pack the car and head to the campground where he had booked an early arrival. We packed a number of toys, and an extra toothbrush just in case. The first night would be just the three of us, but Saturday would be a Pig Fest. Marc would only get seeded by my step dad and I, but my friend and his dad, and even my real dad would be there fucking each other too. Marc also got up and headed to the campground early. He arrived and found our cabin. Dad and I were laying on the bed discussing our plans. We wanted to fuck badly, but felt it was more important to save our toxic seed for Marc. Marc stripped to his jock strap. The pouch was straining from his rock hard cock, and a wet spot had already appeared. My step dad said he knew he wanted our virus, and that we would be the only ones breeding him that weekend. Marc got super excited when we told him Saturday would be a pig fest, however the only loads up his ass would be from us. The only cum he was allowed was by sucking cock and feltching loads from the other pigs there. I told Marc he would be tempted to get seeded by others, but he knew he was committed to being infected by us. Marc said let's get started. I told him to take his jock off, and retrieve his brushes and get into the sling. Marc was super excited as he had never bern fucked in a sling before. He set his toothbrush and bottle brush on the table next to the several bottles of poppers already on the table. He got into the sling, and I handed him the toothbrush and told him he knew what to do. He quickly inserted the toothbrush in his hole and started brushing himself. My step dad and I encouraged him to tear up his hole for our toxic seed. After a few minutes Marc pulled the brush from his hole, and there was a slight tinge of blood on it. I told Marc his commitment needed to be stronger. He inserted the brush again, and my step dad told him to twist it while brushing to make sure his entire insides were torn and more accepting for our seed. The twisting did the job, as when Marc pulled the brush out the second time is was bloodied quite well. My step dad told me to take over, and Marc got the brushing of his life. When I pulled the brush from his ass, not only was it a deep red, a bit of blood seeped out of his ass. He was definitely ready for our seed. My step dad told me I got the first honors. I told Marc to hit the poppers as he was going to get fucked beyond his wildest dreams. He took a good hit, and I slammed my cock in him balls to the wall. He yelped some as I went past his second hole. My step dad reminded me not to shoot deep inside him as he knew he wasn't torn up past his second hole. Both my dad and I were very verbal with Marc having him tell us how much he wanted our toxic seed, and how our virus would soon be living and growing in him. As I was breeding him, my step dad was jacking Marc's cock. It wasn't long before Marc shot a huge load on his chest. My step dad then scooped his creamy load up with his fingers and feeding it to Marc telling him to enjoy his last negative load. My step dad then licked the remaining cum from his stomach, and kissed me sharing his negative seed. I smiled and said it would taste better once poz. I felt my nut sack pulling up, and knew I would come soon. I started thrusting faster and less deep, telling Marc to tell me how much he wanted my poz seed. He begged me for it intensly, and he got what he begged for. When I pulled out, my bloodied cum dripped from his ass, which we quickly plugged. I told Marc to get out of the sling and clean my bloodied cock. To his suprise, I also started to piss in his mouth. He was a good pig, swallowing all of my piss, not spilling a drop. We then laid together on the bed before my step dad took over.

Went over to RR last night, but it was the monthly "Pig Party" event; I wouldn't have bothered if I'd remembered. Not that it isn't fun - it is - but the place is so crammed full of guys that it's not as much "fun" as normal nights. The pool table was off limits to the Breeding crowd, so I just went back to pig alley (they'd already run out of my favorite beer) and found a place to watch the parade. Close by, there was a group of friends going on about this or that, and one of them was loudly talking about how he "lived" at Slammer, knew the owners, blah blah blah. I tapped him on the shoulder and asked if maybe he could ask the owners to enlarge the darkroom. There are two gh cubicles next to the darkroom which are hardly every used, since they're "off the beaten path" and we could really use more space in the darkroom. He said he would .... we'll see. There was another guy who was standing against the wall opposite me dressed in a "pup-hood" and what appeared to be a multi-colored kilt - which he pulled down so his Cock was hanging out. That's all the crowd needed, and a number of men blocked the entire passageway sucking it, licking his chest, etc, etc. Unfortunately, his Cock never did get hard though, and he finally wandered away. A barback had to get some ice for the cooler in the backbar, but couldn't get through, so he threw some ice at the jammed up crowd ahead of him .... that was entertaining for a few minutes, but pretty thin gruel, so I finished my beer and went over to the other pig alley (behind the building next door - a used-furniture store), It was full of guys fucking each other, and waited in line for my turn on the sweetest, beautiful Nubian Prince I'd seen in a while. Completely naked, brilliant smile, beautiful body, and he turned around to suck the remnants of loads off the Cock that had just bred him, thanking the guy for his load. While the rest of his body was hairless, his Hole wasn't, and it was a total pleasure to put my mouth on/tongue in it. I've made it no secret that I love cumdumps, and this one was spectacular, in that it didn't take me long to add my load to the sweet mix. So that was it for Saturday night, and while the "count" wasn't what it usually is, I have no complaints whatsoever.

I feel I must follow up on this post.... in 2001 (five years after I fired my doctor) I got very sick and went to a new doctor at the urging of friends. It was determined that I had 33 T-cells. However, there were newer meds available which appeared to be working for people so I went on the first of a number of cocktails at that time and have remained on some sort of HIV cocktail since, with the exception of one self-prescribed drug holiday which was a really dumb idea and very nearly killed me. For most of the last 20 years I have maintained a Zero viral load and decent T-cells in the 300-400 range. But I still believe the decision to stop AZT treatment in 1996 was the right one and attribute my survival to that choice.

Battle Buddies Chapter 26 “Conclusions?” Major Collins asked after Potter finished his debrief. He took some time to think. Most of it he already put together while he and Battles trekked back to their camp. “The Bravos’ strategy was effective for this target, but only because the size of the compound was manageable for a single Platoon. Leaving a rear guard of several squads kept their enemy from converging again, then allowed their forward elements to focus on breaking through. Casualties were minimized for the attacking force, and enough defense troops were neutralized that focusing entirely on their objective was possible. I think it would have gone differently if weapons were used. The lack of cover on approach would have made it a slaughter without another attacking force drawing the defense away from entry points. Also, weapons would have brought the rooftops into play allowing better coordination of the defense as well as domination of the entire battlefield. The Bravos would have had to engage at a distance, at least initially, slowing the pace of the battle considerably, and allowing the defenders more time to modify their plan on the fly. The chaos after initial contact and separation of the defense forces worked against the Charlies. It appeared as if the Charlies didn’t have a secondary plan in place if initial contact didn’t proceed as expected. They were unprepared, too confident in the superior position their fortified defense provided, too reliant on having the time and ability to pass battlefield orders.” Major Collins gave a short negative shake of his head. “You think. Suppositions and conjecture have no place in your information. If you aren’t sure, it doesn’t make it into your report. If more weapons were a factor, or their application, then relate that in a decisive way.” But then he nodded. “Knowing all this, what would you change about the Charlies’ decisions?” Battles spoke up first. “There was no reason they should have let the Bravos dictate dividing up the defense into smaller groups. They were already surrounded. That was the mistake, not anything that happened after.” Potter looked at his friend. “That was the scenario, the conditions of the drill. You can’t change that.” Battles shrugged. “Why not? The Charlies had the intel that an attack was imminent hours before engagement. The drill started then, not when contact was made. They allowed their enemy to surround them, gave them ground without putting a plan in place to compromise that advantage. That was fucking stupid. No one told them to allow themselves to be surrounded. The conditions of the exercise said there would be an attack on the compound and to prepare a defense. That was it. Their defense plan could have started right that minute. They could have sent up to half their forces out of the compound long before the Bravos converged and forced the Bravos to face a pincer or deal with the flanking force first. I sure wouldn’t leave an enemy at my back. Instead, the Charlies probably thought they’d been given a gift of hours to develop a plan of defense. And they squandered it by doing nothing while they waited for the enemy to come to them.” “And how would acting sooner have changed the outcome?” Major Collins asked. “The Bravos wouldn’t have had the forces to surround the compound, leaving the Charlies a path for retreat or reinforcement at the very least.” Battles said. “And the Bravos’ ability to penetrate to the objective would be in serious doubt without that additional manpower because they would have had to choose one or two attack vectors instead of a perimeter wide simultaneous attack.” Major Collins once again relaxed to recline his beefy body back against his pack. “Excellent breakdown. Your information gathering and surveillance of the battlefield was well done, the progression of the attack was conveyed in clear, concise way, your evaluations and conclusions are well supported. But you’ve failed. Tell me why.” Potter scowled. His eyes darted over the mock compound made out of rocks and pine cones on the ground. He looked at Battles who was also scowling. He didn’t speak. He didn’t want to say anything wrong. The Major grunted. “Nothing?” He paused for an answer. “Alright. Get some sleep. I have another mission for you in a few hours.” ****************** WEEBLE He knew he should return to the hidden lair where Mole was waiting, but he wanted to watch at least the start of the exercise. Part of him was excited to tell Mole what he’d discovered. The other part wanted to be with his brothers. He felt kinda good that he was able to sneak up on Sleeper and scare him. Ordinarily he wouldn’t be that good, but Sleeper’s distraction made it way easier than it should have been. Maybe that’s part of it. He thought to himself. Inattention and distraction of the enemy. He resolved to ask Mole. Oh! I just ‘bout did it to myself! Whisperman was still out here. Yeah that would suck, getting knifed while patting yourself on the back for how awesome you were at sneakin around. He found a relatively concealed position that covered his back so he could watch the battle for the compound. He settled into a nice little pine straw and leaf mound. He didn’t have long to wait, less than ten seconds, before the sharp POP POP POP of weapons fire broke the night. Small caliber, his ear told him, maybe a .22, definitely a sidearm. He wore the night vision optics that he’d stolen from the underground warehouse, but they were tilted up on his forehead and inactive. In Germany the Bravos had a week of night operations instruction which included basic familiarity with night vision gear. Before then he thought all Infantry had access to whatever special gear was available but that assumption was destroyed when he found out no one in the Bravos had training in their use either. It turned out all that fancy stuff you saw in the movies was only available to special units. Most of the reason was money. Regular Infantry didn’t get no secret missions deep in enemy territory surrounded by jungles and crazy stuff. You got the gear for the job you had. And sometimes, you didn’t even get all that and had to fight without it. As Sarge said, the Army expected you to fight with a gun and your boots, and anything else was a luxury. From the small rise he occupied, he could see a good portion of the perimeter and watched as multiple teams of Bravos ran forward to where matching teams of Charlies waited in hidden positions. But not all the Bravo teams moved initially, holding back for a secondary assault. It felt strange watching it all happen from a distance. He knew just by how they moved who was who, saw Zeus’ huge form and Sleeper’s only slightly less huge form run towards the buildings. Across the compound he saw Troll, Olympic and Footlong running, and not far away from them was Eagle and Chunk. He didn’t think that team was gonna get anywhere, Eagle didn’t see much point in giving maximum effort most of the time. He did alright, but you could tell he thought being a grunt wasn’t good enough for him. And without good support, poor Chunk was going down too. Silent, AF and Cellblock ran fast, two forward one rear, on another vector. He chuffed with humor, thinking ‘vector’ wasn’t a word he’d ever thought he’d use, but damned if it didn’t just worm its way into his brain after all his training and instruction. Dimples and Alaska matched the speed of the others and Weeble felt a moment of pride that even though no one was near the others, they moved as a synchronized unit perfectly timed for simultaneous contact. Maybe it was an accident, or coincidence. Another word he felt stupid using - coincidence. It meant the same as accident only fancy. And then the lights went out. He scrambled to flip his optics down and switch them on. It was all dark, he couldn’t see nothin’. Damn things were useless! Batteries dead or somethin’. Well, he needed to get back to Mole anyway. He flipped the optics back up and retreated from his position with slow, deliberate movements. He didn’t question the spark of danger that jolted him to action, diving to his left in a shoulder roll that brought him back to his feet in two seconds. “Not bad. But you still let us sneak up on you, little puppy.” The coarse gravel of Whisperman’s voice sent a chill through him. He knew Mole was watching from his hideout fifteen yards away. His makeshift ghillie was now ruined from his frantic dive. Mole wasn’t going to save him, not that it was necessary since he now knew Mole and Whisperman worked together. Whisperman wasn’t going to kill him. But another cut wasn’t out of the question. For the first time he was able to see the Whisperman. Not the man himself, but his rough figure. No wonder Weeble had never caught him. He looked like one of those bushes with the tiny leaves that were everywhere here in the woods. His camouflage was complete. How many hours did it take him to do that? “Get your night eyes back in position, little puppy.” Whisperman continued. “This time, try flipping open the lens cover.” GodDAMMIT! Lens cover. So that daylight or bright lights didn’t fry the electronics. He smashed the feeling of being stupid down as he repositioned the optics and opened the cover, revealing the details of the night in shades of eerie green. Another GODDAMMIT went through his head as he realized Whisperman had been watching him for longer than he’d realized if he saw him messin’ with his optics. “We’re exposed up here. Why are you in the open, Hammer?” Mole’s calm voice from behind Weeble, startling him even more. “They aren’t looking at the woods, Mole. You don’t need to protect your little pet, I’m not gonna hurt him. Much. Got my own pet now.” Whisperman replied. Weeble saw Bootlicker crouching behind Whisperman. He didn’t look like he was a prisoner. And he didn’t look hurt, which sent a wave of relief coursing through Weeble’s chest. Weeble chanced taking his eyes off Whisperman for a split second to glance back at Mole. He was squatting so that his profile didn’t appear above the rise that looked down upon the compound. “We need to go home. Can’t do anything while the mice are scurrying. Weeble’s got intel for us, I’m sure.” Mole said in a slow, bored tone. Weeble locked eyes with Bootlicker even though Bootlicker wasn’t exactly focused on him because he didn’t have no optics. A satisfied thrill went through him, at the thought he pulled a Bootlicker when Bootlicker himself hadn’t. “Yeah, let’s go home. Got lots to tell ya.” Weeble said, his smug grin bleeding through to his voice. He didn’t know where home was, but Bootlicker didn’t know that either, now did he? He saw Bootlicker’s arm flick and the knife flew to thud between his feet before his mind registered that his brother just threw a knife at him. Filled with confidence, Weeble bent down and pulled the knife out of the dirt. “Thanks Bootlicker! Can always use another one.” He said, putting the knife inside his blouse. The look on Bootlicker’s face was priceless. He still didn’t get it that Weeble could see everything with his optics, even the puzzled shock on his face. “Let’s go.” Mole said. Weeble didn’t even stop to think that he’d turned his back on Whisperman without a single fear until he’d followed Mole for a good ten steps. Yeah, fuck you, sicko. You and Bootlicker are better together. He didn’t stop grinning the whole way home. And every time his instincts told him to move, he skipped or hopped ahead without looking back. That fucker wasn’t gonna take another notch out of him, let him bleed Bootlicker for a while. ***************************** BOOTLICKER What had gotten into Weeble? That knife should have made him squeal and jump. And the confidence in his voice? Bootlicker was just messing with him, trying to show off for Hammer, and Weeble was close enough for Bootlicker to feel like he could get the knife to sink right between the little guy’s feet, even in the dark. They weren’t that far apart so he felt like his practice would pay off. And he executed it perfectly. Besides, real world situations were best to internalize a skill. He nailed it. But Weeble hadn’t even moved. Not a flinch or gasp of surprise. And his ridiculous camouflage. Nothing like Hammer’s, who looked like a shrub. Weeble was just covered with forest garbage. He looked like a pile of crap the wind had blown up against some rock during a storm. Still, in the dark like they were, he knew if Weeble went to ground he’d have to step on him to know he was there. He’d have to try it out, to see if he could hide like that. His foot crunched a dead stick in the path and he immediately felt a sting on his ear. “You better pay attention, recruit. I lo-o-ove teaching lessons.” Hammer grated. “Whatever you got in your head, get rid of it. There’s ONE thing you think about now, and that’s where you put your feet. The next one will really hurt, and I will enjoy it twice as much.” Two flicks later, and one shallow stab to the hip and they finally reached a hole in the ground covered by a leaf strewn tarp. It didn’t escape his notice that every time Hammer stepped forward to give a knife flick to Weeble, his brother somehow took an extra step, a little faster, and Hammer missed. Weeble didn’t even look back. It looked like Hammer just picked the wrong moment. Bootlicker felt like his skills were falling behind, and that didn’t feel good at all. Pay attention. He thought to himself. ************************* ASSMUNCH He was too tired, beaten, and sore to care when the ape came through the door for the fourth time and grabbed him off his cot. “Stand up.” Like hell. He was going to get a beating no matter what level of cooperation he gave. He no longer cared. After the first time, the ape hadn’t beaten his face and he felt like maybe the swelling had gone down a little. Small mercies. Through each ordeal, it was thoughts of Kevin, of his dad, Tim, and his mom that kept him going, taking his mind away enough to push the punishment to his body far enough away that he could ignore it. He knew it was possible he was having a psychotic break with reality, but again he couldn’t bring himself to care. The second time, after they’d let him sleep for a bit, he’d done as the ape asked only to get a knee to the groin and a bone shaking fist to the ribs. After that, the ape strung him up to hang from a suspicious hook in the concrete ceiling to continue his beating. The worst part? The ape didn’t talk. Just used him as a punching bag. Then when he’d had enough, or the ape got bored, he would be released and the other guy, the interrogator, would enter and ask him his questions. “What has Collins tasked you with? I know you have a mission. What is it?” He didn’t answer the man. After the second beating he learned that saying anything, even a sarcastic response, just weakened his resistance. “What were you sent here to learn?” The question was one he’d already answered, and he’d answered honestly. So this time he began making the outside world disappear. Part of it was the need to mentally escape. Did people have psychotic breaks on purpose? He’d always thought it happened subconsciously but he was deliberately seeking it out. Was it an actual psychotic break when you were in control of it? Reality was whatever you decided it was. The more you believed something mattered, the more real it became. If you viewed something as a barrier that’s how it solidified in your mind. A speed bump could become a mental wall. And if you could decide to manifest a barrier, couldn’t you also decide the opposite? The power was his to decide. He felt a soothing rush of calm quiet descend inside him with the realization. His pain was only a state of physical being. He didn’t have to tie his mind to his body, they could be separated exactly how he separated himself from reality in the place where there was no him. Wasn’t that what he did when he went to that place? He forgot his body existed? And he could decide what to let in, what to ignore, what to perceive and in what amount. It wasn’t an all or nothing question. It was a matter of degrees, a spectrum. In the darkness of his mind, he let what his ears heard penetrate the emptiness. “—— don’t tell me, you aren’t leaving me many options.” The man said. He spoke of options. Another lie. The man’s options weren’t options for him. Their goals were not the same. The clarity he felt at this moment focused his thoughts in a way he’d never thought they could be. With clarity came simplicity. Unrelated concerns were discarded. Pain was one of those things. His current situation was another. Neither affected what he had to do. That was the gift of simplicity. Complicated nuances, grey areas, even factual distinctions could be discarded. Those considerations were intended to cloud the basic nature of the proposition, to obfuscate choice and steer the mind. To argue was to accept that there was an opposing viewpoint but that in itself was a dilution of simplicity. If you were certain and held surety, no other viewpoints could exist. There were few things in life so foundational as who he was, his sense of self. Regardless of the man’s questions, the concept of simplicity revealed he wanted Andrew to betray who he was. His answers didn’t matter. Facts didn’t matter. Intel didn’t matter. There was just one purpose to his entire ordeal - pushing him over the threshold of betrayal. Telling the man about the Bravos, how they functioned, their training, their individual skills was a line he wouldn’t cross. The remainder of what the man said was lost in unintelligible sounds that his ears refused entrance. Interaction was no longer useful. The man said the same things he’d said from the beginning without exception. His words provided nothing and did not improve Andrew’s situation. He’d already learned the most important lesson: known, experienced pain was seductive. Maybe it was just his own unusual approach to pain, but he found himself far more interested in how different types of pain had different ‘flavors’. There were spikes that flared then receded. There was a lingering, burning pain. Aching throbs, deep searing pain that was blindingly white in his mind. Crippling pain where you couldn’t use your muscles. Pain that sunk inside your bones and spread like an infection. Some stayed, some left, some built and swelled, others gradually weakened into nuisances. And so many more kinds. Each of them came from a unique place and affected a limited and specific aspect of his mind. It became clear that for every type and level he experienced more possibilities existed that he wasn’t subjected to. Nothing during this process instilled fear in him until that realization. The Ape was being careful. No bones were broken. No injuries given that he couldn’t recover from. And that made him afraid because he found himself wanting to know and categorize what those kinds of bigger pain were. He felt the need pulling at him. Seductive. Well, he couldn’t feel any of it if he kept himself separated. He would have to rejoin reality. Experiencing his beatings fully felt like a necessary rite of passage. It had become obvious he could endure them so what was he avoiding it for? Prize fighting boxers didn’t retreat. Cage fighters had to take some hits to deliver punishment of their own. Hiding in a corner was an acceptance of defeat, a surrender of weakness, a recognition that he couldn’t handle the reality of his situation. Turning away and refusing to confront his current impotence stole a critical piece of his manhood - his ability to stand resolute. The hours of ordeal cycled him through refusal, hatred, determination, acceptance, small windows of rational thought where he could reason out a purpose and the goals of his captors. No. They had done him a favor. The Place Where There Was No Him was not to be used to avoid reality, to escape and hide. It was a place of calm to center his mind which allowed him to better handle the world outside. It enhanced his mental state. Smothering himself gained him nothing. They couldn’t hurt him, not really. The threats were empty. He’d be dead already if that option was on the table. You don’t feed a dead guy. You don’t let a dead guy sleep. You drive him to the depths of despair and insanity before putting a bullet in the juicy mush of his skull. The road of torture was a one way express lane of ever more monstrous injuries until the mind was as broken as the body. And at that point, death had long been an eventuality. If a prisoner was important enough to systematically dismantle, he was too important to put back together again. He either needed to stay broken, or be disposed of. None of that was the method they’d used on him. In fact, they should already know he had no information. From that he could conclude this little production had another purpose. And there didn’t seem to be any real value for either the man or The Ape. The piece of him keeping track of the outside world registered his body once again being hung from the hook in the ceiling. Ah. He would have to chew on this puzzle later. For now, he needed to focus on the beautiful pain that came from his body being stretched out so that his prior injuries flared up. God, it felt like that first painful stretch the day after an intense and exhausting workout, when your muscles were weak and burning, tightened up in a near cramp and useless. The feeling of his muscles and flesh tearing, shredding… it was so fucking good, like the scald of a super hot shower. A slightly burning sharpness that expanded and contracted before settling into a dull warmth. A good flavor. Maybe he could do something to make the Ape angry. Yes. He almost smiled from the expectation of how much fun this was going to be. He restrained himself only because he wanted to use that smile to its greatest effect at the right moment in the future. There was another aspect to experiencing pain which made it deep or shallow. Foreknowledge. If you saw it coming, the anticipation reinforced the pain. Expectation added the imagined future pain to the actual present pain so you experienced almost twice the pain. For others, that was something undesirable. Andrew found himself wanting it. The booted kick to his shin wasn’t too forceful, but he lost all control of the muscles and nerves in his leg while the electrified impulses stormed like a chaotic stampede of bison. The way the pain bled away in tingling heat was regrettable but it needed to go away so he could feel the next strike. The Ape did know his business so Andrew knew he had a little time. The next strike would be somewhere else. That was part of the game as well - random locations, varying the force of the strike, alternating the timing. “Ooooof!” He gasped as the Ape jabbed his clustered fingertips into the soft and tender meat of his armpit like a snake attacking, then grabbed his lat muscle before that stabbing white electricity dissipated to dig his fingertips in and twist the lat. “Unnnngggghhhhh”. He laughed through the pain when he remembered something his dad used to say when they got hurt as kids - “Let me poke your other eye and you’ll forget all about how much the first one hurts.” Turns out dad was right. One pain did extinguish another, at least initially. He’d have to remember that. He lifted his leg to kick out at the Ape. He hadn’t made contact in any of his attempts yet, but it was a move that always resulted in the Ape getting a little more creative. “Oh! Still got some fight in ya.” He observed as he moved up close and grabbed Andrew around his neck with his left hand and squeezed his throat. Andrew felt his right hand loosening his belt before being jammed down the front of his trousers. He had to be going for the balls. “I didn’t realize this was a date.” Andrew managed to gasp out just before he felt the mans hand pass his balls to hook around underneath and Andrew croaked out a struggled inhalation past the squeezed hand on his neck as the Ape jammed two thick fingers all the way inside his ass. “Well if it wasn’t before, it sure is now, right sweetheart?” The Ape said just an inch from his face, staring into his eyes with an intense stare. If he hadn’t experienced Kevin’s fat dick tearing into him just last week right after his boyfriend had choked him out cold, the Ape might have succeeded in his expected surprise. As it was, Andrew just flashed back as a warm flush of pure pleasure converted all the pain into something that only heightened his need to be brutalized. He let his eyes roll back as his vision narrowed with the loss of oxygen as he tried to focus on the Ape’s fat fingers jabbing violently up inside him. “Between you and me, recruit” the Ape whispered into his face. “I’m going to get the most out of it when we go to level 2. Daddy’s dick is hungry for some grunt pussy.” He couldn’t have been out long, getting choked out is usually just a temporary unconsciousness primarily as a result of loss of blood flow to the brain. Once the blood is allowed to travel again, your brain wakes up pretty soon after. He had plenty of experience with it and the fuzzy first few seconds of coming to were always a special treat. Your brain woke up before your body did, the world expanded, and it took a couple seconds for your brain to remember losing consciousness. Those seconds were pure heaven. He realized his trousers and briefs were pulled down to his ankles so he hung there exposed. The Ape stood before him in a similar state of undress. “Nice.” The Ape said, letting his eyes roam over Andrew’s nude body. “I do like it more when they’re lean. You know why?” His eyes darted up to Andrew’s as he asked the question. “So you don’t have to think about how fat your momma is?” Andrew coughed out. “Shhhhh” The Ape moved up to him and stroked a finger down his sore ribcage, causing the muscles to contract painfully. He sighed, or he meant to. It came out sounding more like a gurgled groan. As his hand got lower, the Ape traced around over his hip to continue down across his ass and then grabbed it in a rough clawing grip to pull his tortured body up against his own. They were almost equal in height, and the feeling of the Ape’s bare skin against his felt disgusting. He heard the door opening but couldn’t see past the Ape’s face, his eyes staring straight into his own. “Already at Level 2?” Andrew recognized the Interrogator’s voice. Without breaking his stare, the Ape answered. “He doesn’t seem to care about the pain. So yeah. Level 2.” In a fictional scenario, the Ape’s breath would have smelled like rotted meat, or something vile, but it didn’t. Just slightly medicinal. Mouthwash? He also didn’t miss that the Ape had said more words in the last ten minutes than he had for all the hours of beatings. “You sure we can’t bleed him?” The Ape asked. “Maybe later, but I think he’ll break before that. Where’s your patience? Where’s your pride in craftsmanship? You know slow and low pays off.” The Interrogator replied. The Ape grinned while he looked at him, almost lovingly. His hand handn’t released Andrew’s ass, and in fact had slowly crawled toward his ass crack. If he thought a little rape was going to break Andrew, he was in for a rude surprise. No, Andrew wouldn’t enjoy it, nor would he welcome it. He loved the fact that Kevin was the only one who’d done that to him. It felt special, and important that Kevin’s dick was the only dick he’d had, because for him, it wasn’t about dick, it wasn’t about getting fucked. It was about submitting himself to a man he loved, and admired. It was how Kevin TOOK it, just slightly more than how Andrew was willing to let him. After all, you could tell someone to kick your ass, but it didn’t mean they could actually do the job. Kevin could do the job, and he had the equipment necessary to make it meaningful. He and Kevin had something unique that allowed that surrender to intimacy, completely due to Kevin’s immense patience in their friendship. Carol had taught Andrew that surrendering to intimacy wasn’t a character flaw, wasn’t a statement on your manhood. She showed him that he was stronger BECAUSE he allowed it. And Kevin was brutal because Andrew wanted him to be, not because that was his nature. Kevin’s nature was gentle, intellectual, kind and generous. Andrew knew he played the tough guy for him, for them, that Andrew needed him to be a man in everything. In high school, maybe Kevin could have gone either way. He wasn’t a soft or weak guy anyway. Andrew recognized how Kevin’s general demeanor grew and changed as they really grew closer. In general, in public, Kevin projected strength through silence. He stood tall. Well, tall for a short guy, which he was in high school. He had a growth spurt in those two years Andrew hadn’t seen him, and it was good to see his former thickness get redistributed into a physical form that looked like power. Working out helped. Joining a sport like track helped. And Andrew could tell he’d also been taking martial arts of some kind, but Kevin had been tight lipped about it. The round-house kick that clocked Andrew in the jaw wasn’t something an amateur could execute as flawlessly as Kevin had in the hotel room. He could keep his secrets, the way Kevin moved told its own story. Andrew was proud of him. When Kevin came to his Airborne graduation he could see the difference. The set of his now broad and rounded shoulders. The way his arms didn’t ever relax into a straight line when they were hanging, but instead were slightly bent at the elbow. It was an indication of physical dedication, training the body. Beyond that, the way he stepped with the foot movements, the flex of the knees. His clockwork eyes didn’t twitch and instead seemed to recognize, identify, categorize, dismiss everything. When they were young, Kevin saw everything but it was the hyper awareness of a prey animal. Now, his consideration was more like a predator. No fear. Confidence. Almost dangerous. Well… to civilians he WAS dangerous. Weeble could absolutely take him down. Hell, Wanker even stood a chance. Dangerous was relative. The thick finger pushing up against his hole forced him to return to reality. Thinking about Kevin was something that was guaranteed to take him out of the world outside. He could think about that man for hours and not know anything that was happening outside. But he knew how to play this. It wasn’t difficult to figure out. The main thing about rape was that it was a demonstration of power, of control. And if there was one thing he learned from Sarge, it was to change the battlefield. “It’ll be the best grunt pussy you ever had. Go ahead and find out. Maybe we’ll both enjoy it.” He tried to inflect a bored, almost eager tone. The Ape’s dick was nothing special, nowhere near Footlong’s, nor Zeus’, or Kevin’s, in order of descending length. And Zeus’ was even thicker than Kevin’s even though Kevin’s was a fucking pipe. So yeah, the Ape wasn’t going to make the impression he thought he would. Andrew had seen some truly impressive cock, in full swollen, throbbing glory. The Ape might make his wife scream out in pleasure, which was still a very big ‘might’, but Andrew doubted he would even register it beyond the initial penetration. The Ape’s eyes finally left his and turned to give the Interrogator a look. Without looking back, he said “Oh. You used that grunt pussy before? Huh? Sounds like this might not be the first round in the chamber.” Andrew almost laughed. Fishing. “I could be cherry. Might not be. Only way to know is to fuck that dick in. Right? I mean, I’m just hanging here. I can’t stop you. Maybe your friend with all the questions wants sloppy seconds. I can totally make you cum. That’s a promise.” Andrew moved his head slightly to look past the Ape’s. He hid the surprise when he saw Lamont standing there. So, the Charlies were here too. And why was Lamont not strapped up like he was, hanging from a hook in the ceiling with his pants around his ankles? Obviously the leaders were given the special treatment. The Ape’s face turned back to his. “Oh, I’m gonna take you for a ride, handsome. Don’t you worry.” And he darted in and gave Andrew a quick peck. Information. It was everywhere. The Ape wasn’t actually into this. Andrew squashed the feeling of immediate relief. That kiss could have been far more full, more involved. Instead, it was the absolute minimum, as if kissing another guy was the job, not the goal. Again, Kevin to the rescue. Andrew knew what a real kiss was, knew the heat, the desire, the hunger of a real kiss. Even one without the infectious madness of a tongue invading beyond the perimeter of your lips. This guy, he saw it as a tool, a perfunctory act. He chuckled. “What’s so funny?” The Ape growled. Andrew considered his responses. “You can do better than that. Just pretend I’m your mom. You can relax. Let’s just get it over with. Go ahead and get your nut.” A flare of anger flashed through the Ape’s eyes. More information. This was not going the way he wanted. He pulled his hand away from Andrew’s ass. The absence of the Ape’s finger on his asshole allowed him to relax. Either it would happen, or it wouldn’t. But the psychological game was now in unfamiliar territory. The Ape stepped away, but not before Andrew saw his dick had gone soft. Truthfully, the Ape wasn’t a bad looking guy. On the beefy side, like Chunk, thick legs, soft abdomen, solid pecs, big arms and a sturdy neck with flared traps angled down to wide shoulders. But it was his forearms and hands that made him an ape. Just as big around as his upper arms, his forearms were heavily muscled and furred, and that continued into heavy wrists and giant paws that were tufted with hair. Hell, his middle fingers looked equal to most average guys’ dicks. If Andrew made the ‘OK’ sign with his thumb and forefinger, that would be the diameter of the Ape’s middle finger. As if summoned to purpose, the Ape walked around behind him and grabbed his hips, allowing him to look at the Interrogator and Lamont. He no longer cared about what the Ape intended. The Interrogator was calling the shots. “Brickmann, just tell them what they want to know.” Lamont entreated. He look concerned. Andrew gave him a look. “How would I know anything, Lamont? And why are you here?” He felt the Ape move up behind him, nestling his nude body up against his. Lamont shook his head in disappointment. “Just want to talk some sense into you, is all. Don’t let them do this.” Andrew laughed as he felt the Ape’s once again hard dick slide up between his legs. “Let them? Are we in in the same room? Seeing the same things? Just leave, Lamont. You don’t need to watch this.” Lamont glanced over to the Interrogator. Then he looked back, and his eyes looked sad. “I’m supposed to watch this. Training.” He said the last word like it was the full explanation. Which it was. “Yeah. Okay.” Was all Andrew could manage. Lamont watching him get fucked in the ass was its own special torture, and the Interrogator likely knew it. Strangers held their own shame. A contemporary…that was shared shame. Andrew almost broke. But this was for his brothers. It was so he could look them in the eye and say he hadn’t sold them out. It was so that even after everything they took from him, he could walk with confidence that he knew in his heart he wasn’t a traitor. That he could hold their trust. That he deserved their respect, his honor, their honor of him. And they deserved his greatest effort, every single one of them. They had given him their trust. It didn’t matter that almost everything he knew about them could be found in a military file on someone’s administrative desk and the Ape and the Interrogator could probably make a phone call to one of their active duty buddies to have the intel in less than 24 hours. What mattered was that HE wasn’t the one who gave it to them. His men were HIS men. And fuck anyone who thought they could break that bond of brotherhood. He would die before betraying them. They deserved no less. “You won’t break him.” He heard Lamont say. “He’ll die for them.” Yeah, Lamont knew the score. A scoffing chuff answered Lamont’s certainty. “He THINKS he would die for them. But that hasn’t been tested, has it?” The Interrogator’s voice said. When had he decided to cut off his sight and go inside? Strange. Sometime during his thoughts of love for his brothers. He didn’t even know what the Ape was doing back there. It didn’t matter. “Don’t test it. He won’t break. I don’t think even the worst you can do would work. He’ll endure anything. I’ve seen it.” Lamont answered. “Hmmm, Private. Are you actually squeamish? Can’t take a little psychological and physical pressure?” The Interrogator said with humor. “This isn’t even past the ‘let’s be friends’ part of an interrogation. If you can’t stomach it, you can go.” The emotionless dry tone of the Interrogator’s last words covered the room with a blanket of eery darkness. “Is he your friend?” The Interrogator asked. “You don’t want to watch him suffer?” “No, that’s not it.” Lamont answered quickly. Andrew chuckled again. “Lamont, you’re over your head.” He choked out. “This is going to happen. You’re here to learn. So learn. I’m learning a whole shit ton.” Lamont remained silent. As did everyone else. The Ape was still behind him, but damned if he would expand his awareness to feel what he was doing. “Hey. C’mon.” Lamont said weakly. “Lamont.” Andrew said in a serious voice. “Go.” And it was when he said the word that he let himself go to drift. “Fuck you assholes!” Lamont shouted. Andrew didn’t know what he was doing, but heard a scuffle. One of the downsides to shutting off your senses, but that was fine. Half a minute of random sounds and then the room was silent. He didn’t care. There was nothing to care about. “Hey… get your feet, soldier.” A rough voice said in his ear minutes later. Was it minutes? An hour? It was time passing. Time passed. It was emptiness and silence, then the voice. Feet? He had no feet. The voice sounded nice, though. Concerned. Warm. Well, maybe not warm, but…friendly? Maybe friendly. “Okay, let’s just get you in your bunk. Sleep if you want.” Sleep? Bunk? Was he here? Who the fuck cares? He thought. And there was Kevin, looking really good in his tight cowboy shirt and Wrangler jeans, with that smile that was almost a smirk, maybe a grin, but his grey eyes said it was a challenge. Kevin. Yeah, the outside world could go fuck itself. Kevin was inside. ************************ “Well….” Offden said. “Yeah… well fucking what?” Brickmann snarled. “These were supposed to be kids. BABIES. FUCKING SNOT NOSED BABIES!” “HEY!” Benson shouted. “Give it a rest. Why the fuck is everyone so angry?” The group was gathered down in the bunker, combining intel on the two groups of training recruits, every one a Private in the U.S. Army. “Because HE -“ and Brickmann jabbed a finger at the Big Man, “said this was easy money, a babysitting job.” “You got a problem with working and earning your pay, Brickmann?” Nancy said in a friendly voice. “That’s not the point and you know it, Nancy!” Brickmann shouted back. “Oh? You would rather be crawling in the African desert with sand wiggling it’s way up inside your asshole hunting Somalis? That more your idea of earning good money?” Nancy replied. “You know what Nancy? I love you too much, and your cooking to fight with you. What do YOU think about these kids?” Brickmann argued back. Nancy shrugged. “For their age, and experience? They’re good. Whoever trained them, they didn’t slack. I say we pull them in. Give them everything. Hell, half of them will be working for us in two years, you know that. Let’s invest.” Nancy looked over to the Big Man, Ulster McGregor. He was the one who had to make the decision. Ulster had his brows furrowed, deep in thought. “Brickmann. Do you know the kid we’ve got in Interrogation?” “Him? Yeah, that’s my nephew Tom.” Brickmann answered. “My brother David’s son. David was Army down to his bones, raised his boys right.“

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My name is Dennis now I am 35 years old still muscular and well supplied in pants and a proud poz seed whore. Back in the day when I was in my twenties I was a real woman magnet and devourer. A man women turned around for and hoped I had noticed them. Whenever a handsome one walked by I had always spotted them and usually it didn't take long for them to be pounded open by my cock, after they were filled with my seed they always wanted more and tried to trap me in a relationship but relationships were nothing to me. I didn't want to commit and always wanted other and more. Ideally I wanted to fuck them in the ass but none of them wanted this and so I was left hungry. I wanted to know how it felt to feel a tight and exciting hole sliding over my cock. One evening I was on a chat site looking for a new conquest. My bio said: Dennis 24 years 1 m 85 cm 87 kg muscles and a cock of 22 cm and 6 thick, looking for an ass to be filled. After some disappointing chats I got a message from Sam, 32 j athletic and looking for a solid man for solid sex. the conversation started short and to the point as I liked it. What to find for, what do you fall for, ... The answers I got back were very promising. Ass fucking was no problem, we could meet right away and I was allowed to bare fuck. My pictures excited her but I didn't get any myself because there were no pictures on the PC at work. I thought that was the least of it, the fact that I could finally fuck an ass was enough and Sam had asked if I could wait naked in on my bed, blindfolded and strapped to the bed. She would suck my cock hard and then stick it in her ass. So should she still be ugly as night I still had a blindfold on. 2 h later I got a message that Sam was at my door downstairs. I opened the door set the door to my apartment ajar and, naked and with blindfold on, lay down on my bed and fastened my hands to the headboard. Nerves began to rise a little. Imagine that I was going to be robbed by some gang, I was lying there naked, blindfolded and tied to my bed, I could untie myself but I couldn't do that now either in 1 2 3. But it was too late to back out The door to my apartment closed and I heard Sam enter the room and clothes come off. I felt a tongue licking at my limp pole and nerves immediately gave way to horniness. The idea of a stranger I couldn't see making my rod stiffened me immensely. I felt two hands push my legs open to make room for me to get between them. The next thing was that my foreskin was pulled back and my glans was exposed. I felt two wet lips and a tongue slide over my glans and then my semi-hard pole slid into a warm moist mouth. My mouth fell open because never before had I received such a blow job. That flaccid cock was hard in no time and was throat deep, I heard no gag reflex and even felt attempts to get my cock even deeper down her throat. I wanted to be able to put my hands on her head and thrust but because I was tied up I couldn't. It only made me even hornier. Who was this and this person knew how to give a blowjob. I moaned with pleasure but still I had not heard a sound from the person who was giving me pleasure. This could take forever, this was by far the best blowjob I had ever received but e moist and warm mouth left my now hard and firm cock. I felt Sam shift on the bed. I felt two gentle hands pushing on my legs and a sphincter pushing on my glans. The time had come at last I would fuck an ass. It was just too bad I didn't get to see that moment ass. I felt Sam lower himself down and without effort my glans drilled an opening in the ass and made its way inside. The sphincter opened up nicely and clamped around my inward going cock. I let out a deep moan but to my surprise I heard nothing from Sam. What a woman I thought to myself, she can suck like the best and get a monster of a cock in her ass without screaming to stop. My cock was completely inside her hole, a heavenly feeling. It was a warm and narrow hole and my pole begged to be ridden. I felt the ass resting on my legs and getting used to my monster. Getting used to it didn't take long and slowly Sam began to ride my cock. This was heavenly, the sphincter tightened completely around my pole and slid smoothly over my fat cock. I wanted to grab hold of Sam and be able to thrust my cock hard into her hole but I couldn't. So I began to encourage her to go harder. Ride slut, ride your hole hard on my fat stick. Show how much you like being fucked in the ass by a real guy. Still I heard no moans from Sam. I couldn't hold myself back and went all the way. The encouragement did help as she started riding my fat monster harder and harder. It wouldn't be long before I would squirt and I still want to see her riding my pole. I want to be you riding my pole I called out to Sam and I heard a groaning laugh and an ok. This was the first sound I heard and I was surprised that it didn't sound very feminine. As Sam continued riding my cock I untied my hands and with one hand I grabbed her hip and with my other I pulled off my blindfold. My eyes had to get used to the light for a moment. My other hand gripped the other side of the hip and I began to set the pace. I could see Sam's back and it didn't look very feminine either, sporting broad shoulders and also saw that Sam had short hair. It didn't bother me that she looked masculine from behind because the moment was there to fill the ass up and felt my muscles contract to take the first shot. Here it comes slut I cried out and I felt the first string of seed squirt out of my monster into Sam's hole. The second and the third immediately followed and I felt the hole being filled with my seed. My cock went limp in Sam's hole and Sam straightened up causing my cock to come out of Sam's hole. Sam turned and wanted my cock , but my mouth fell open. My eyes now saw for the first time that Sam was not a woman but a man, not a female type but actually a solid tough man . Sam took my cock in his mouth and wanted to lick it clean . My head was still processing it but my hands pushed him away from me anyway. What are you doing, get off me. Didn't you like it said Sam, judging by your reaction just now, I didn't hear you complaining anyway. I didn't know what to say because he was right I had never had such a blowjob and orgasm. But still, I liked women, also only fucked women and didn't feel good about the idea that I had just fucked a man even though it was, the best I had ever experienced. Sam stood up a put his clothes on while I was still completely out of it from what had just happened. When he was dressed he put his cell number on the dresser. Just in case you feel like it and want to find out what you are missing. I said nothing but thought hell no. Sam went outside and I heard front door of the apartment open and close again. I stayed in my bed for a while longer and tried to grasp it all. The days that followed were an intoxication for me. My thoughts were in knots. On the one hand it was the best sex ever and on the other hand it was with a man. The days went by and by the end of the 2 week I didn't know what to do with my hotness anymore. My head had had enough. It was the best sex and it was with a man. I had enjoyed it until the moment I knew it was a man and my monster wanted more. Even though I wasn't fully convinced yet I took Sam's number which was still on the closet and sent him a message with the much telling the words HI, Dennis here. How are you. Sam sent back almost immediately. S :Here all good, actually expected you earlier.D: Don't actually know what I'm doing, but I want to see you again. S: Lol. What are your plans this weekend. 😧 not much have no plans until I have to go back to work Monday. S: if you want you can feel free to come with me, I'm going to my cottage this weekend 😧 uh, I don't know. I was actually just thinking of fucking you blindfolded again. S: well if you want to fuck me this weekend you will have to come with me. S: you should know I don't oblige you to anything but you certainly wouldn't regret it. S: I am leaving in 2 hours. I can come and pick you up. I will park in front of your door and then I will see if you wait in front of your door or not. If you come with me you don't have to pack much, just some fresh clothes and toothbrush will do. 😧 I'll think about it. 1 hour later 😧 Send me the address then I can drive myself and if I don't feel comfortable I can always leave and you can continue your weekend and you don't have to bring me back. S: You have a point there. I'll send you the address later. Sam sent Dennis the address and what time he was expected. Dennis looked at the message and grew more nervous by the minute. Would he leave, he didn't know the guy and was he sure he wanted to go through with this. But like any guy not he decides not with his mind but with his dick. He took his things put them in a sports bag and left in the direction of Sam's vacation home. It was a 2 hour drive and the whole ride he was nervous, tangling with himself. When he got there he even hesitated for a moment whether he wouldn't just turn back right around, but he didn't have the chance because Sam had seen him drive up and come out. To his surprise, it was not a small house but a large villa he was parked in front of. He stepped out. I'm glad to see you he said, I really didn't think you would come. Yes I am surprised at myself for being here said Dennis. Come let's go inside so you can settle in. With knees buckling and still doubting Dennis stepped inside. Want something to drink asked Sam, you must be thirsty after that long drive. Yes is fine said Dennis. Sam went to the kitchen and came out with 2 filled glasses of Getorade. It's not fresh yet he said because I've only been here an hour myself. No problem said Dennis and because of the nerves drank the whole glass in 1 go. The taste was not as he had expected it but the drink was not cold so it must be because of that he thought. Let me show you your room said Sam with a grin. They went upstairs and Sam opened the door to the room, this is where you sleep. Unless you want to sleep with me he said with a grin. Dennis felt his heart pounding in his throat and grinned back shamefully. We'll see how it goes he said. He stepped into the room and Sam left Dennis alone for a moment so he could unpack his things. When you are ready you should just come downstairs and we can talk for a while he said. Sam put himself on the king-size bed and wondered what he was doing, but he opened his gym bag and took out his things and put his things on a closet. He spun around the room a few more times and gathered all his courage and went back downstairs. While Dennis was upstairs Sam laid out only necessary gear so he could initiate his new prey into the wonderful world of Tina, Xtc, G, seed, hard fucking and total submission. That stupid fucker didn't know what he was getting into but there was no turning back as he had already taken his first dose of G and within minutes would become very willing to give himself completely to his new life as a cum dump. Did it work out said Sam. Yeah thanks said Dennis. What convinced you to come asked Sam. The nerves began to ebb away from Dennis and he began to get more at ease. Well yeah I actually don't know, I guess, I don't know why I came. Aren't you just curious about whether you really love fucking a man said Sam. Yes I think it must be something like that said Dennis. He really just wanted to put his cock back in that ass to experience that blissful feeling again and preferably with a blindfold on so he didn't have to see he was fucking a man. Sam sat down next to him in the seat. I will introduce myself first he said. I am Sam 32 j gay and am both top and bottom but more top than bottom actually. Dennis asked why he hadn't actually said he was a man on the chat. Well you just didn't ask said Sam, should you have asked I wouldn't have lied about it. I am often on the chat looking for men who are bi or men who don't know yet that they are bi or gay. Even though I knew you are straight I wanted to take my chance because I think you will be able to enjoy this. I have been following you for a while and have chatted with you a few times without knowing and you had become a goal for me and look I have been proven right after all. Dennis didn't know whether to feel flattered or angry. But his body began to feel weird, he slowly began to lose control. Do you do this often asked Dennis. Oh once in a while I do try to seduce a straight guy rarely with success, but I hope I've got a bite now said Sam convincingly. Dennis struggled to respond and just nodded. Do you come here often on weekends he tried to keep the conversation somewhat normal. I try to come here twice a month anyway, but this weekend I am meeting up with 7 more friends to celebrate a birthday. Tomorrow the others will come and we will have a party. If you are still here you are certainly welcome to join the celebration. Dennis didn't know what to do anymore. Should he try to walk away now or stay because what this he did not expect there would be 7 other men and what would they think he was here for. He would immediately be considered gay and he wasn't. Sam saw that Dennis was getting harder to focus and saw that the G was starting to do its job. Enough chatting, what do you want to do now that you are here he said. I don't know said Sam, just put on a blindfold and let you do your thing like last time. No more blindfold this time said Sam, that was good for the first time. Now if you still want to fuck my pussy you will have to do something for it. What then? I'm not your disposable object hey said Sam I have my needs too. I don't know if I can and want to do anything with you said Dennis. Let me help you said Sam, let's take away some tension and see how it goes. Ok, said Dennis. Sam got up and went to a cabinet and took out a crystal filled pipe. What is this asked Dennis who was already starting to get a little more into a trance. Well I will melt those crystals later and then you have to inhale the smoke, hold it and then blow out a big white cloud. That will help you get a little calmer and a little looser. You will see if you do this you will be a little less restrained and everything will go by itself and you will see how far you get. Because we're not going to do anything you don't want to do. I don't know said Dennis. I've never done drugs before. Just try it you will see you will be more at ease. Sam lit the lighter and held it under the filled ball of crystals. The crystals began to melt and Sam pushed the pipe to Dennis' mouth which no longer gave resistance. And now inhale deeply and hold it like Sam said. Dennis hesitated for a moment looked into Sam's eyes and breathed in deeply and felt the tina flow into his body and when he couldn't hold it anymore he blew a big white cloud. Good boy said Sam and now again. Dennis obeyed and sucked in the smoke. He felt better and deep inside a horniness welling up. After the 4th puff his eyes were already turning in his head and his hands began to fondle his body. Sam took the pipe back and asked how he felt. I feel horny, dirty and like I could take on the whole world. Good, Sam said exactly what I want to hear. Now I will take a puff myself and then will blow the smoke into your mouth, is that good for you. At this point all was well for Dennis for he was already almost completely off the map. Sam melted the crystals, sucked the smoke, put his hands on Dennis' head and pulled him to his mouth. Placed his lips on Dennis's and blew the smoke into Dennis's mouth. When Sam pulled back, he kissed the lips of Dennis who was enjoying the attention he was receiving with his eyes closed. When Dennis blew out the cloud Sam sucked smoke again and placed his lips back on Dennis' mouth but this time with a little more indulgence again blew the smoke into his mouth and while pushing his tongue in with it. Dennis who was startled by the new sensation he experienced in his mouth tried to pull his head back but couldn't because Sam had a firm grip on him. It was not long before he surrendered to his horniness and he too stuck his tongue in Sam's mouth. The two were now kissing fiercely and Sam pushed Dennis down into the seat and lay on top of him. He kissed him on his neck and with his tongue he went wild. Dennis moaned with pleasure and without realizing it himself his hands were sliding over Sam's body. S: Do you like it D : Hmmmm yes S: Do you want more D : Yes S: then take off your shirt Dennis looked at Sam with longing eyes and took off his shirt and also took off Sam's shirt. Deep inside he was amazed at what he was doing but his body reacted on autopilot, the chems and the horniness. Again they began to kiss fiercely. S: lick my nipples, and show me you want more. The chems were now working at full speed because without the G and the Tina, Dennis probably never would have done or dared to do this. But like a man possessed he began to lick Sam's nipples S: good, show me you want this. Show me that I make you horny. Dennis growled and licked at Sam's nipples and with his hands he went over Sam's back to his ass and took a firm hold of him. S: let yourself completely go, let your true self come out. Dennis shocked himself never thought he could get so horny from kissing a man, let alone licking and sucking his nipples. Sam reached back for the pipe and melted back the remaining crystals. S: take another hit so you are completely free He pushed the pipe into Dennis' mouth and he eagerly sucked the Tina in and after a few moments blew a big white cloud into the room. Sam pulled Dennis straight and kissed him again as they stood up. S: how are you feeling honey Dennis bit his lip and his hands felt his whole body, he slid his hand down his pants and took his limp monster in his hand and began to jerk himself. His other hand went over Sam's chest. D : I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel extremely turned on and can't wait to fuck you. S: you are not ready yet darling, to fuck my pussy you will have to prove yourself first. He kissed Dennis again. D : what do I have to do to prove myself S: take another hit of the pipe first. Dennis did what was asked of him and took another solid hit of pipe filled with Tina. D : this stuff is fantastic, what is it actually S: This stuff is Tina, and it makes you the horniest guy ever. It makes your true self come out. D : it does indeed make me extremely horny and never thought I would do all of this. S: if you want to fuck my pussy get on your knees. Dennis did what was asked of him and got down on his knees. Dennis pulled on his own limp dick with one hand, his other on Sam's hard cock and sucked as hard and as well as he could. He felt a rush rising in Sam's cock. S: here it comes slut, here comes my seed, swallow it if you want to fuck me S: ah yes, yes yes yes Dennis felt his mouth being filled with hot seed and stopped sucking but kept the squirting cock in his mouth. Sam squirted so much he couldn't keep it all in his mouth and the seed ran down the corners of his mouth. S: swallow, Swallow my seed you filthy bitch Without really thinking about it anymore, he swallowed Sam's seed. Pulled his mouth from limp cock and wiped away the seed running down his cheeks. Sam shook some more and then sat down in the couch. S: that wasn't bad for your first time honey Dennis who now came to sit next to him still turned on and high but realizing what he had done. D : thanks S: that didn't sound very convincing Dennis' mind shot in all directions, it was the first time he had sucked a cock and tasted cum. It tasted different than he had thought. It tasted sweet and startled at the thought of wanting more of this. Sam got up and went to the kitchen and came back with a filled glass of Getorade with G in it S: here take a sip to pass it all through Dennis accepted the glass and drank it all the way down. D : may I fuck you now S: just be patient honey, you will get your reward but let me get my strength up for a moment And the new dose of G work he thought to himself. Sam put on a porn movie to stay in the mood, to keep Dennis relaxed it was straight porn. After fifteen minutes Sam saw that the new dose of G was starting to do its work on Dennis and he fondled his leg. Dennis moaned lightly and Sam licked his nipples. Dennis closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention he was getting. Sam came with his mouth on Dennis' mouth, he opened his mouth and they began to tongue kiss firmly again. S: follow me (he whispered). Sam and Dennis stood up, Dennis felt that he was unsteady on his feet from all the chems that had flowed into his body. S: before we go upstairs take a few firm hits first then we can continue for a while. Dennis who had completely lost control did as he was told and took a few more firm puffs of the pipe. Sam took Dennis' hand and led him into the basement. Sam turned on the light and Dennis saw a dark room lit in neon with a large bed, chains hanging from the ceiling, all kinds of stuff lying in a glass case a weird couch a wooden cross and a cloth held up by 4 chains. Dennis's head spun and tried to take in the room D : what is all this S: this is my play and transformation room. D : transformation room? S: you will see, but don't think too much about it now and get on the bed. Dennis waddled over to the bed and lay on his back and looked at the ceiling which was completely spinning due to the chems. Sam took 2 wrist and 2 ankle straps and put them on Dennis. D : what are you doing S: I will let you enjoy yourself but I only want to do that when you are tied up Dennis didn't feel like resisting and let Sam have his way and the wrist straps around his wrist were latched to the head of the bed. His legs were pulled open and each attached to side of bed. Sam looked at his prey with a gray. He doesn't know it yet but soon not he will be fucking but he will be fucked. S: all good baby Dennis was in a trance for a moment and could only utter hmmmm yes. S: Shall I make your limp cock stiff so you can fuck my pussy? D : My monster is already stiff Sam looked at Dennis with a grin S: take a good look at your cock I think it needs some attention to get it stiff. Dennis looked at his limp and lame cock 😧 all along I thought it was stiff. How can this be, I have never felt as horny as I do now S: I'll help you baby. Sam knew he could suck as much as he wanted on Dennis' limp cock, he wouldn't get any life in it because Dennis already had so much Tina in his body that he had a Tina dick. Sam took the limp cock in his mouth and began to lick and suck it. Dennis moaned at feeling the warm mouth around his soft cock. But as expected it did not come hard. S: don't you like it baby 😧 yes I do S: your monster apparently doesn't Dennis looked at his cock and saw that it was still limp. He was embarrassed. D : sorry I find it really delicious, I've never had this before. S: no big deal, don't worry about it. I will try to spoil you in another way. D : how then S: leave that to me and just surrender to me completely. Sam took Dennis' balls in his mouth and sucked on them for a while. Dennis curled his toes in pleasure and fell deeper into a trance. But this was not the end station for Sam, he took a pillow and pushed it under Dennis's ass so his pussy was easier to reach. He pushed Dennis' ass open and licked his way to his virgin cunt. D : what are you doing S: just enjoy it I'll give you something better than a blow job. Sam began to lick Dennis' pussy and he became completely ecstatic with the new experience. Sam played with Dennis' hole for a moment and then abruptly stopped. D : don't stop this is way too good. S: I want to lick you further but then I will have to clean you first darling. I'm not playing with a dirty hole. D : I washed before I left. S: that may be good but all that hair sticks in my mouth and you're not clean inside. S: I will clean you up and then you can continue to enjoy yourself. Sam took hair removal cream smeared it all over Dennis' ass, pussy cock and balls. He went to glass case took a bedpan, 2 balloons filled with liquid and a towel D : what are you doing to me S: quiet baby I am getting you ready so you can continue to enjoy yourself. I will rinse you and that cream I smeared is to remove your hair. Dennis let Sam proceed as the G had him completely in his power. He felt the pillow taken from under him and a cold metal thing was put in its place. He felt a narrow tube being pushed into his sphincter. S: I will inject liquid directly into your ass. You keep this in until I say you can unload. D : what, I don't want that S: now surrender completely you will thank me afterwards. Dennis had no choice and he felt his ass being filled with the liquid from one of the balloons. S: hold on baby. After a minute or 2 S: let it come out Dennis let the liquid come out and Sam saw that chempiss he just put in his future slut's pussy was clear and clean. S: good baby we only have to do it once because you are clean He squirted away the cream with the other balloon and dried the hairless cock and cunt. He pulled the bedpan from under Dennis and put the pillow back under it. Dennis began to feel the effect of the chempiss. He got hotter and began to fly even more. D : oh man I'm horny, please lick me, I want you to lick my hole. S: do you really want that. Do you really want me to play with your ass. D : yes pleas give it to me. S: what will I get in return. D : I will suck your cock, kiss you anything you want. S: well baby I'll think about how to thank me. The stupid fuck didn't know what he had just promised. Sam took a shard in his hands and sat back between Dennis' legs and licked back at the virgin pussy. Dennis mouth fell open and gasped and moaned heavily. Sam stuck his tongue into Dennis' hole and noticed that the sphincter had already become less tense. He took the shard Tina had in his hand and as he licked he pushed deep into Dennis' hole with tip of his finger. Dennis was still in ecstasy and had not noticed the finger in his ass. What he did notice was his hole was starting to get very warm. D : what did you do, I am burning inside. S: I haven't done anything, you are just letting your true self come out. D : oh oh oh oh I am so hot. Hmmmm Sam licked firmly on and knew his work was almost done. For the sphincter was now completely loose and beginning to open. He stopped licking and came to sit up and he looked at Dennis who was now flying so high. Dennis did not know what to do with his horniness and he got a longing feeling from his ass. A feeling of emptiness and the need to be filled. D : what is happening to me he moaned D : my hole, my hole S : what is happening to your hole D : it feels so empty S : empty do you want me to put something in it D : I don't know D : yes put something in it so it doesn't feel empty anymore. S : are you sure? Because if I put something in it I don't know if I'll be able to stop. D : yes I don't care, put something in it. S : what do you want me to put in, my finger? D : yes anything is good Sam inserted 2 fingers into Dennis' pussy and began to lightly finger him. Dennis heaved a deep sigh at feeling the fingers in his asshole and enjoyed the feeling. But the empty feeling remained. S : is it good like this baby D : more it has to be more. Sam grinned. S : shall I take a dildo for you D : yes do it Sam took a slim dildo put some lube mixed with Tina on it and gently pushed it into Dennis' hole. Dennis cave welcomed the dildo by opening even more. Little by little the dildo went deeper and deeper. Dennis moaned and again felt that burning sensation. D : oh yes, more, deeper, harder. I'm so hot, fuck Sam enjoyed this, the moment they ask for more. The moment they let their pussy be used for the first time and enjoy it. S: you see baby I was going to let you enjoy it. Let your true self come out, let yourself completely free Sam gently fucked him with the dildo and Dennis moaned heavily, but the dildo was still not enough to take away the empty feeling 😧 more I need to be filled more. A big grin came on Sam's face, this is what he had been waiting for. S: if you want to be filled more I will have to fuck you I'm afraid because I don't have anything thicker anymore Which was a big lie, but of course Dennis didn't know that. Dennis didn't care how or with what but he needed to be filled and lay shaking with desire on the bed. S: if you want that will have to get me hard first then. Dennis opened his mouth and Sam removed the dildo from the slightly gaping pussy. Dennis immediately felt the empty feeling return and mused no leave that one in place. S: if you want to be filled you will have to suck me first slut. And let his limp cock hang in front of Dennis' mouth. Dennis's desire to be filled was so great that he raised his head and sucked the cock inside and began to suck the cock like a real meth whore. He felt his mouth being filled back with the stiffening pole and couldn't wait for that cock to be in his pussy. S: just stop sucking baby or I'll fill your mouth again. I will reward your cunt with my fat cock. He quickly shoved the bottle of poppers under Dennis' nose and let him do a few more deep pulls. Sam untied his legs from the bed and placed them on his shoulders. He placed the tip of his glans against the yearning sphincter S: are you ready slut, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. D : yes please fill my hole, I can't take the emptiness anymore. Sam pushed his glans through the sphincter and felt the warmth of the virgin cunt. Dennis moaned heavily and felt like his sphincter was going to rip. D : That hurts. It hurts. Stop S: now I can't stop baby And he pushed his shaft deeper inside. Dennis felt his hole being pulled open even more and more pain, but the empty feeling was gone. Sam was almost balls deep and stopped for a moment so Dennis' hole could get used to the intruder. Dennis felt the pain begin to fade away and in its place he got another wave of horniness. He got the poppers shoved under his nose once more and sniffed it heavily through each nostril. Sam felt the sphincter relax and that was the signal to start thrusting. He started softly and saw Dennis breathing heavily with his mouth open. D : oh my god, fuck , oh my god D : harder, fuck me harder S: do you want me to fuck harder, do you want me to fuck you like a real slut, a whore, a cum dump. S: tell me you're a slut a whore and you have a cunt to be filled D : yes fuck me D : fuck me, I'm a slut, a whore and have a cunt to be filled Sam needed to hear no more and he began to fuck more firmly. Dennis began to moan more heavily D : oh fuck yeah, fuck, oh my god, fuck me fuck my hole S: Now your cunt is still straining so nicely slut, but by the time I am done with you you will have a real open cock asking slut hole. I'll make a true cum asking whore out of you. You'll never want to fuck a woman's cunt again. S: do you want that slut, for me to fully train you into a real whore D : yes, yes make a whore out of me. Sam was ramming heavily into the tight cunt and Dennis cried out in pleasure. S: open your mouth slut because I'm going to spray your'e mouth full with my cum. Dennis eagerly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue S: Here it comes bitch Sam pulled his cock out of Dennis' pussy leaving a gaping empty hole, and as fast as he could he stuck his monster in the open mouth and began to squirt. Dennis eagerly drank the offered cum and did not have to be encouraged to swallow this time. It was also the first time he tasted his own pussy and it tasted for more. He licked the slackening dick clean and enjoyed his first fuck for a moment. But that empty feeling and the moaning of his now gaping cunt to be filled came back. D : fill me, fill me again, I can't do without it. S: look at you, you're becoming a real whore. Never enough. But I'll fill you up slut, I'll keep your cunt nice and open for later on Sam took a big butt plug put some extra special lube on it and pushed it to the gaping hole. The sphincter opened without a problem and let the plug in. Dennis let out a heavy moan as the plug reached its thickest point and let out a deep groan as it sucked into place. Again he felt that burning sensation as the Tina began to work into his gut wall and again got very hot. S: try to get some rest first slut. You are nice and broken in now but when the others are here later you should be able to serve them too because you are my birthday present for the party. Dennis who hadn't had a sober moment since stepping through the door a few hours ago could only nod as the new load of Tina shot through his body. The feel of the butt plug was blissful as it took away the seeing sensation of his pussy. Dennis looked at Sam with horny and flying eyes and bit his lower lip groaning S: did you like your first fuck slut, do you want to be hammered more by real cunts D : oh yes that was delicious, I never thought I would say this but getting fucked is heaven. I more I want to feel you inside me every day. I love you. He felt like every cunt that he himself had fucked before and who wanted more after they had been fucked by him. He hoped Sam would tell him he loved him and would fuck him every day. Sam grinned and looked proudly at his new creation. S: I will fuck you again slut and will turn your cunt into a gaping seed-demanding hole. Soon when my friends are here we will include you in our brotherhood and we will be bonded forever. He came closer and placed his lips a few inches from Dennis'. Dennis put his head forward and kissed him passionately. S: Get some rest I'll be back later to get you ready for the party.

This story is purely fictional. I am not a native english speaker, so please forgive me one or two mistakes.so please bare --- It was a very hot evening in August. I was scrolling through Hookup-Sites for some company. One profile caught my mind. TS Nina Raw A tall, black Transgirl. About 1,85cm and she called herself as a aggressive and dominant Top only. Her Status showed "Ask me". She was looking for party and nasty freak-time. She was very beautiful and i was very curious, but everything in her profile screamed danger to me. I wrote to her anyway. I was just curious and wanted to know if someone like me would have a chance. I had no intention of meeting her. Also I assumed that she wouldn't answer me anyway, so what could possibly go wrong. Boy, I was wrong. We wrote back and forth a little and 3 hours later, I'm lying naked in her bed, my feet on her shoulders and she asked me the crucial phrase. "Ready for my poz cock? My cock was rock-hard and had been dripping in anticipation for minutes. "Please fuck me", was all I could say in reply. --- It all started harmlessly. Although I had no intention of meeting her in the first place, I accepted her invitation to come to her place. Just chatting and getting to know each other was my idea. Maybe we would make out. I should have known better. I ringed at her apartment. She welcomed me in wearing just a tank top and thong. It was still almost 30 degrees outside. Her cock formed a considerable bulge in that small piece of fabric. The apartment smelled of sweat, perfume and weed. We talked on the couch. She immediately sat down next to me. I liked her direct manner somehow. She used every opportunity for physical contact. Stroking and Caresing my thighs or legs. Although i know nothing would happen between us i enjoyed her attention. When she fetched me something to drink (Whsiky-Coke, anything else she didn't have accept) she moved so that her lap was directly in front of my face. She came back with 2 glasses. Again she snuggled close to me. This time she stopped and pressed her lap and bulge into my face. I inhaled deeply. Her smell was beguiling, indescribable. We remained severel minutes in this position. Her smell, the mix of sweat and perfume, was intoxicating to me. She sat down next to me and stroked my thighs again. But this time with clearer intention. My cock was getting hard. She lit a joint and blew the smoke lasciviously in my face. Then she held the joint out to me. I had always refused so smoke weed before, but here at this moment in this mood I took a drag as a matter of course. According to her facial expression, she would not have taken a No anyway. Of course I had to cough hard. She took the opportunity to undress completely in the meantime. "It's just too hot", she said. I really eyed her. She had big silicone breasts and her body was heavily tattooed. Her belly button was adorned with the biohazard symbol. Several bullets were tattooed on her thigh and an elaborate scorpion adorned her loin. I was familiar with the symbolism and abbreviations and a shiver ran through my body. It was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. "Don't you want to undress too", she asked me, interrupting my thoughts. I knew where this was going. But I still had everything under control. At least I believed that. So i started undressing, too. She also eyed me and immediately grabbed my butt when I got rid of my shorts. I stood with my back to her. I was a little ashamed. On the one hand because my cock was much smaller than hers and on the other i was incredibly aroused. She noticed my shame, but pulled me back onto the couch. "Just relax," she reassured me. Not that easy, when a beautiful, probably poz, Transwomen, slowly seduces you. She took another drag from the joint, but this time blew the smoke directly into my lungs. Her lips stayed on mine and we started kissing. We made out for what felt like an eternity. I touched her breasts and cock and before I knew it, I was kneeling in front of her on the couch and sucking her cock. In the beginning she let me set the pace but she took more and more the lead. In no time at all, my sensual blowjob turned into an increasingly aggressive face fucking. In several positions she tried to stick her big cock completely in my throat. When she finally made it and my gag reflex was broken, my whole face was covered in spit and other body fluids. Now she started to fuck me really intensely in my throat. Broken and horny I let it pass over me. I was about to collapse when she pulled me up and carried me into her bedroom. For better grip, I clasped her with both my legs. We kissed each other. She put me on the bed without a word and put a pillow under my ass. She knelt between me and put my legs on her shoulders. She looked deep into my eyes: "Ready for my poz-cock?" It was a rhetorical question. At that moment, I realized that I had no chance at all against her seduction skills and I wanted nothing else. "Please fuck me," I moaned out. She just smiled. We both knew she had broken me and I would soon become another bullet on her thigh.

Ever since taking my first anon load and being called a faggot, I've been eager to try power exchange - being a submissive faggot to a superior man. With that goal in mind, I'd been chatting with someone on grindr who seemed to understand what I was feeling, and what I wanted to try. Given the added context of how much I loved being used anonymously, we both agreed that our first meeting in person would be sight-unseen. I was to show up at his address, enter his home and immediately strip and put on a blindfold. He'd use me sight unseen, and then once finished, would reverse the process, and I'd leave never having seen his face. Risky, perhaps, but horny-brain doesn't necessarily make the smartest decisions. The night I was supposed to show up, I was super nervous, and almost backed out at the last minute. But horniness prevailed, and heart pounding, I went over to his house, entered, stripped, and put on the blindfold. I knelt down on the floor, sweating, nervous, but extremely horny - my dick was rock hard - and I called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps approach, and someone stopped in front of me. "Stand up, faggot" Being called a faggot is like a magic word - my dick jumped upon hearing it. I stood, and was led and placed onto a mattress somewhere, on my back with my head leaning off the side. A cock was pushed up against my mouth - thick, and long enough to hit the back of my throat - and I started sucking. I gagged a few times, but did my best (I need more practice deep throating, clearly). After a few minutes of this, I was turned around so that my ass was off the side of the mattress, and I heard him spit onto his cock, and felt it push against my hole. I struggled a bit, a spit-only fuck wasn't something I had ever done before, but I wanted to please, so I did my best to relax my hole. The eroticism of the situation overrode any initial discomfort I was feeling, though. The feeling of a total strangers raw cock pushing its way inside me is such a turn on. "That's it faggot, take it all in", he said as he bottomed out in me. My dick twitched again. He fucked me for a while like this, before repositioning. He had me climb on top of him, so that I was riding him now, still blindfolded. "Are you a slut?", he asked. "Yes sir, I'm a slut!" "You're a whore, right?", he pressed further. "Yes sir" "You just let any dick in you, huh?" - "Yes sir" "I can have other guys here to fuck you?" - "Yes sir" "Good faggot." I had assumed this was just dirty talk, but then I heard footsteps approaching. Someone else got on the bed, and I felt a second cock pushed up against my lips, which I started sucking. Two cocks in me now was a first for me. This second guy would gag me with his cock when he pushed in deep, and this caused my hole to spasm. After a few rounds of this, the guy I was riding came in me. I felt a surge of emotion as he came inside me and remember thinking very clearly, I am a faggot and this is how it should be - men should use my body for their pleasure. We switched positions to doggy, with me on all fours, and I was now sucking the cock that had just cum in me, and could taste both my ass and also the cum he had just flooded me with. I could tell the second guy was close, as he started fucking me faster and faster. "You want my load, faggot?" - "Yes sir", I said, around a mouthful of cock. "Tell me you fucking want it, faggot!" - "Please cum in me sir, please, I need it" And with that I felt him shooting his load into me. I felt that same high as earlier. Each load deposited into my body was taking me further and further down the path of being a complete faggot - I wanted to please any and all men with my body. My pleasure would be derived only from pleasing other men. As he pulled out, I felt cum start to leak out of my hole, and then fingers scooping it up, and feeding it to me. I licked the fingers clean. "Such a beautiful faggot. I've got plans for you, faggot." - "Yes sir" With that, I was led back to the front of the house, and then told to wait 30 seconds then take the blindfold off and get dressed. I was still hard as a rock, and leaking. When I got home, I jerked off and came within seconds. Getting unexpectedly used by not one, but two anon cocks was such a thrill. I texted the guy with thanks, and found that he'd already texted me with a short video attached. Turns out he'd filmed the entire session - the part he sent me was me saying I was a slut and that I would let any dick in me. I was getting hard again even though I'd just cum - seeing myself used and speaking out loud what I wanted really cemented in my brain the fact that I really am a faggot. We've kept in touch since, and I am eager to be trained to be the best faggot I can be. I'm looking forward to what he has in store for me.

Last night was the 1st night of my long awaited sexcation to SOCAL, unfortunately I was too tired to make the most of it. I went to the CumUnion Party at CCBC in Palm Springs and did have quite a bit of fun anyway. I probably fucked at least briefly with at least 20 guys. I finally got to have some of that dogpile group sex that I miss so much living in Portland, unfortunately it only took a couple of minutes for me to cum in the guy I was fucking after another guy entered me from behind, which happened shortly after I arrived and because I was so tired wasn't able to get it up long enough to breed any other holes. All in all I bred one hole and got at least 2 loads in mine. My biggest regret is a cute cub showed up not long before I left, that I really wanted to breed, that couldn't seem to attract anyone who could get hard to fuck him. At one point we were side by side on a fuck bench, with a guy eating his hole while I was getting mine railed by a big dick.

I have been as low as 12 T cells and lived to tell the tale. I wasn't the most compliant patient and my doctor knew I slept around and did enhancements. I had a viral load over 2 million on more than one occasion. I drove him nuts as I had an excuse as to why each medication was the wrong choice for me. I am now on Descovy and Prescobix and have about 150 t-cells and no viral load. I hold my breath each time I have a lab drawn (tomorrow-yuck) because I fear becoming resistant. If you can name an anti-viral, more than likely I have been on it. At the height of my viral load he had me on four medications and I took them when I felt like it. Complera was a nightmare, though it was supposed to be more patient friendly. To me it was not. Keflex were not my friend, those horrific red pills, made me sick. I threw 1000s of dollars of medication into the trash. I had KS in 2002, fortunately not on my face but it alarmed my doctor as he had not seen patients have that since the late 80s and early 90s. I went to the oncologist the day after it was diagnosed as KS, back in that time not many guys were getting it and there were few labs to diagnose the samples he scraped from my body. Most oncologists in my area at that time would not treat it, fortunately my infectious disease doctor found a gay oncologist to treat me and I could deal with the two pills he gave me. I saw him for about two years. I took the medication he prescribed religiously as I wasn't about to have some obscure disease disfigure me. I am very fortunate to be here today, and I am not proud of my behavior in the past when it came to medications. I understand that because of my disability status combined with Medicare and supplemented with Blue Cross and Blue Shield paid for by AICP (Aids Insurance Continuation Plan) I had the best doctors and medications available. Sadly AICP went away as all the money, at least in my location, was now put aside strictly for ADAP. I understand I have more than most when it comes to coverage, so I am no longer the bitter man who screamed on the phone at the director of the Florida Department of Health. It was her first day back from maternity leave and her entire staff was "scared to call me" when I was informed my AICP was no longer going to be funded. I tried paying $2250 a quarter for the Blue Cross/Blue Shied as my secondary. I made one paymen. Now I am stuck with Simply Health Care as my secondary and it sucks as there are few if any specialists in my geographic area, and I was told the state could make me drive 50 miles one way in order to see any specialists. I'll drive 50 miles to hook up, I won't drive 50 miles for a dermotolgist. So, in closing, I'll just say this. If you find a medication (or cocktail) that works for you, please take it. It can save or extend your life. I am one of the lucky ones who stopped taking meds, then fortunately found something that works, so I am alive . Not all people, who behaved as irresponsibility as I did, can say that.

6 hrs in the sauna and I had lost count but was over 15 loads up me and 4 down my throat. I say tight for a long time but by the 6th guy in me loose enough for a dude with a cock as wide as a coke to slide up me without me even sucking it 1st and the sound of them pulling all the way out and back in again was almost like a plunger or fapping drenched in lube. I was wearing jock strap and running shorts on way home, so greatful was a Sunday cause the cum stain left from where I sat on the train was almost size of my palm. Spent the next week alternating between total shame with sorness and being so horny humiliated I'd pound myself with my spit and 12" with ease. Really felt like I had purpose:)

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HOLE-EEEE-SHIT! That last paragraph…. WOOF! Love where this is going! As usual im so hooked on this read, AMAZING dude!

First only safe. But 2 weeks after taking prep- raw only! I fill my old condoms (all with expired dates) with piss and use them ad piss bombs during golden shower sessions.

Yes. This comment multiplied by 1000! DQSH isn't new ... it has been a "thing" for years. Most of the books that right-wingers complain about have been in libraries for years, if not decades. What's new? Now that Roe has fallen, the right-wing needs a new target for its hate to distract from the fact that it has no solutions to the problems facing Americans. No solutions for affordable housing shortages, unaffordable healthcare, declining education outcomes, international competitiveness challenges or climate change. But, it has managed to convince the MAGA crowd that none of this matters as long as gays are kept in their place and away from "normal" people.

I've got a fuck bud, 'the Cock' who hit me up this morning wanting to load me up after work. I never say no to this guy, he doesn't kiss, doesn't want foreplay, just shoves his cock in my jockstrapped arse, fucks a load in and leaves. Sometimes he just undoes his fly and fucks me, minimal lube, at my front door. I was feeling particularly filthy today so I messaged him back, saying of course and did he want another guys cum as lube. Fuck yeah, was the response, so I sent him a new photo of my arse to keep him horny until 6. I live around the corner from my local sauna, I know, too fucking handy, so I knew where I'd be heading that afternoon. I arrived at around 1pm, already showered and cleaned out and was about to open my locker when my phone pinged with a WhatsApp message from him, "Keep me updated on the cum situation". Knowing he was in his office, horny and hard ramped up my hormones and I quickly undressed, grabbed my poppers and lube and headed downstairs to the fuck benches and glory holes. Two guys were wanking their cocks watching porn, an older guy, heavy set in his 60's and a younger guy in his 40's. I fucked into the glory holes and the younger guy immediately got up and positioned his cock through the hole, I set to work sucking his cock, no easy task when you're 5'6", and he soon gestured me to carry on sucking his cock on the bench. He was being quite verbal, all suck my cock Daddy and I asked him if he fucked, he said yes, but it was too early. Just as he did a young guy sat down next to us, maybe 30, sporting a beautiful 8" cock. The guy calling me Daddy told me to start sucking the other guys cock so I started, taking the whole thing down my throat, this completely set the other guy off and the next thing I knew his cock was pushing at my hole and fucking like a madman, calling me Boy, now . The best part of getting fucked is knowing that some stranger is flooding your guts, especially when it's the first one of the day. Next stop, the steam room, I fucking love it in there. It was quiet, just a guy about 6'4" and a younger hairy cub, I was straight onto the big guys cock with my mouth, feeling up his hairy tits and hoping he was going to be the next cock up my twitching hole. He asked if he could fuck me, so of course I agreed. He only fucks with condoms which was a little disappointing so he went off to get one. In the meantime I set to work on the cubs cock. He asked me if the big guy was coming back to fuck me and I said yes, he asked if he could watch and I said I'd carrying on sucking his cock during it, he seemed keen! Big guy came back and liked what he saw so I pushed a bit of cum out for lube, for a condom queen he really fucking liked that and grunted as he breached my ring, I grunted as best I could around the cock in my throat. He was pounding away for a bit but said I was too small for him to get a good angle and could I get on the bench, that would mean I couldn't carry on sucking the cub but he didn't care, he said he got a better angle to see that big cock go in my wee arse. Big guy carried on fucking me, I was loving it but really wished he was raw. Suddenly he took his cock out and at first I thought he was the quietest cummer ever but the cub blurts out, Fuck yeah, raw fuck him! Big guy grabs my hips and punches into my hole, jack rabbit fucking me and he cried out came, over and over. With the obligatory, thanks mate, over my shoulder I went to my locker, not even pretending to cover myself with my towel. I checked my phone, message from the cock, Are you getting loaded? I replied yes, then went off to the dark room… Older guy from downstairs that watched me getting fucked was there so I thought I might as well see if he was up for it and turned to the wall and stuck my arse out, in the centuries old invite to fuck. Sure enough his cock was in my hole and cumming in 2 minutes flat, I didn't care, at that point it was about loads not my pleasure, I knew at get enough of that from the Cock later. Hung about in the dark room for a bit and another older guy came in, same story, same outcome but slight hornier because I didn't have my glasses on and it was dark so I really didn't have a clue what he looked like, especially since my back was turned. Fucking whore. Time for a rest and Wednesdays are £20 and free drink and free bottle of (rancid) poppers so I settled down for a cold beer, towel strategically placed under my puffy hole. I had my phone and got a message from the Cock to say he was going to finish work early, didn't see that coming… Back downstairs to see if I could get one last load before home but it was dead. As per instructions I wasn't to shower and was to keep asuch cum in me as possible. I got home got naked except for a jockstrap as usual, come to think of it I don't think he's ever seen my cock! Message from the cock, 10 minutes. True to form, 5 minutes later the buzzer goes and I'm at my front door like a good slut in my jockstrap, waiting for the lift. He's walking towards me with lust in his eyes, he barely looks at mine, we're in the door the slightest peck on my lips but his hands are already exploring my arse and turning me around. Have you been a fucking slut for this afternoon, whoring your cunt around the sauna? Yeah, just the way you like it, I replied. With that he's shoved his cock inside me, him fully dressed, me dressed like a desperate rent boy. He has a beautiful cock, 7", thick with an incredibly horny, meaty foreskin. I'm leaning against the wall, hands in front of me pushing back on each thrust and wondering if he was going to finish the job there and then, when he quickly pulls out heads to the bedroom, with following behind, trying to keep my hole shut. He undresses and turns me around so I'm supporting myself with my arms and punches in again, fucking me deep and congratulating me on taking all of him. Then he's got me on my back and is even deeper, both of us high on poppers and him just using my hole slamming in and out and reducing me to quietly grunting fuck hole. I want you to sit on my cock. He pulls out and we both see blood on his dick. Doesn't stop us, if anything it just makes it hornier. I'm totally flying at this point and riding his cock, squeezing on the upstroke and bottoming out on the downstroke, telling him how much I love his cock and how I was going to keep his cum inside me after he'd gone. Oh fuck! He says, I want to go out commando in your shorts go somewhere straight and push some out so it runs down your leg. Yes, sir, I'll message you when I'm doing it. This sent him over the edge and he's loading me with ropes of cum. Got dressed, quick peck and fucks off. Perfect fuck bud. There's an extremely straight pub along the road, you know the kind football and rugby fans flock there on match days. Off I went, ordered a pint pushed out some cum, we all know what that sounds like and drank my pint with cum snaking down my leg. The Cock's response? Good lad.

Just a couple of thoughts to add to this. First, it's not just hiding the meds themselves that is an issue for some married/partnered men whose wives don't know. There's also the question of insurance; while most people's insurance covers PrEP (assuming the courts eventually uphold the preventative care mandate), itemized insurance paperwork can and does come to people's houses, and in some families the wife's in charge of all that paperwork stuff. Even if the husband's in charge, there's no guarantee she won't see the records at some point. Second, while it's technically true that taking a load from an undetectable guy is just as safe, statistically, as being on PrEP, there is a difference. When you're on PrEP, you're taking charge of your sexual health. When you rely on your partners to be undetectable, you're putting THEM in charge of your sexual health. And over the long haul, in my experience, something that personal really needs to be something YOU are in charge of, because sooner or later you may end up putting the wrong person in charge of it. So, sorry to say, there's no perfect answer for how a man who's married to a woman can (A) have receptive unprotected sex (B) with a range of guys you don't know (C) while remaining healthy yourself and (D) protecting your wife while (E) she never finds out about it. It's not that you CAN'T have all five things happen in your life at once; it's just that it's very hard to find all of them at once and increasing the odds for one may decrease the odds for another. For instance, going on PrEP protects your health and your wife's health (ensuring C and D), but decreases the odds that you can keep it 100% secret (decreasing the odds of E). Restricting yourself to U+ guys lowers the amount of sex you may have (lowering A and B) but boosts (C) and (D), though not as high as PrEP, but you have a greater shot of keeping (E) in place. And so on. It's a balancing act, and one I don't envy married guys who like dick for. But ultimately, life is a series of choices, and these choices all stem from the initial choice to marry a woman and not disclose that you're getting fucked by men on the side. You pays your money and you takes your chances, as the saying goes.

I found a guy 45 black with a huge thick dick. he came over and all wanted to was fuck. He pounded me for about 5 min . He fell out and said I was bleeding, He offered to stop but I said keep on going He wiped off and continued for another 4 min till he exploded in my ass He was not bothered by the little bleeding He said he would return Hope so

Brock stepped off the last concrete step into a short, narrow hallway. In the room beyond, he could see there were mismatched sofas ranging from floral paisley that looked like it had been lifted directly out of his grandmother's family room to a broken down leather La-Z-Boy that appeared to have lived a short, hard life in a frat house. Brock crept to the door and surveyed the very dim room in front of him. There were 10 sofas in total facing one of the unfinished concrete walls like theater seating. That appeared to be the goal, as there was a porno flick playing on the unfinished wall from a beat up projector. That was the only source of light in the room. Four men were scattered amongst the sofas. A mid 40s, average build business man in a Grey suit sat on the paisley sofa nearest the door with a very obvious erection under his suit pants, idly rubbing himself through the fabric. A muscular guy in designer label clothes sat in the far back corner, an obscene bulge quite evident in his joggers but he didn't seem to be giving much attention to it or the flick. A slight, nebbish man who wore a plaid button up and khakis sat transfixed on the film, the film reflecting off his glasses contrasting with how still he sat. The last guy was dressed much like Brock. He was seated in the front row, so Brock couldn't tell much about him other than he wore a ball cap, a plain shirt, and jeans. Of the four on the sofas, he was the only one who appeared to notice Brock, turning his head slightly toward the door. The porno on the wall appeared to be something very low budget. In fact, it looked like a home movie that had been recorded on a Handycam or something. The timestamp in the corner read 07/03/2005, which was two months ago, and the title was "Zeke." A younger guy - probably in his early 20s - with long blond hair was sitting in his boxers on a cheap metal futon being interviewed by someone out of frame. "So what brought you here tonight, Zeke?" The guy out of frame asked. Brock turned his attention away as Zeke was starting to answer. Behind the sofas, the projector sat on top of a half wall. A fifth guy stood behind the wall. His pants and briefs were around his ankles and he was stroking himself hard. He was a stocky guy and from the look of his stiffer-by-the-second dick, he had a short, beer can thick dick. Brock was a bit taken aback that someone was just openly jerking off, but he was immediately reminded how horny he was as his teenage dick strained against the tight denim of his jeans. The man saw Brock, then he used some spit to slick his cock up a little and continued wanking while staring openly at Brock for a few seconds before turning back to the film. Set into the walls on the left half of the room were four small alcoves. Small amounts of light from the central room barely made it into them and they were pitch black otherwise. Still more curious than anything, Brock started toward the nearest. Inside, there was another guy jerking off. He had tied twine around his dick and scrotum in some kind of home made Oxballs style cockring. His average sized dick was engorged and purple under the constraint of his knot work. He idly played with his dick, leaking some precum which he was enthusiastically licking from his fingers. He nodded to Brock, which may have been an invitation. Brock was oblivious, though, as he continued to the next alcove. Inside, he found a very roughly constructed plywood "table" at about the right height for fucking. An orange light bulb cast an eerie glow on the table. No one was in that alcove currently. The last two alcoves were two entrances into the same small, dark room. Inside were two construction workers. They still wore their vests. Each of them had his pants undone and around his thighs. Both appeared to have above average dicks. Kneeling in front of them was a man who had to be in his 60s. He wore nothing but a jockstrap. He was alternating sucking each of the dicks in front of him. "I'm gonna cum," one of the construction guys announced casually. The older man took his dick all the way down his throat and swallowed every drop of the man's seven inch uncut dick before turning his attention to the other dick. The guy who'd cum stuffed his dick back in his pants, buttoned up, and walked out of the alcove past Brock. Brock turned back to the film. Zeke had been joined on camera by a second man, Dale. The new guy was middle age. Dark hair and eyes. A bit taller than Zeke, but Zeke didn't look particularly tall. Dale looked like the "best friend's hot dad" in every teen sex comedy movie. Neatly trimmed beard, just a little bit of gray starting to come through, obviously knew his way around the gym. USDA Grade A Certified DILF. Zeke was now standing naked with his hands clasped in front of his groin. He looked a bit more uncomfortable now. Dale was walking around him groping him and pointing out tattoos and other details about him. Everywhere he would touch, the cameraman would get a closeup. "Alright, now we need some closeups of your dick and your ass, and then we can start the next part of the interview," Dale said as casually as if he were asking him to make some copies or fetch a coffee. Zeke seemed reluctant, but he eventually unclasped his hands. He had a decent size dick, even totally soft. "Oh yeah, this is going to work great, Zeke," Dale said enthusiastically. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick. Commando. Brock had watched a lot of porn. I mean, A LOT of porn. But he had rarely seen anything this...rough. There was no editing to speak of, just one continuous shot from the single camcorder. Everything about it felt so amateur and real. Brock's dick pulsed it's approval. Dale had one of the largest dicks Brock had ever seen. "Might be as big as mine," he thought. The only word he could think of to describe it was "photogenic." Thick with a couple prominent veins. Large head, but proportionate with the rest of the shaft. "Show me what you can do," Dale said, gesturing to his cock. Zeke got down on his knees and took the head of the man's dick in his mouth. Brock found his way over to an empty couch in the back and his left hand went straight for the steel pipe in his own jeans. He realized he hadn't touched his own dick since he'd gotten here. Even through his jeans he felt like he could explode instantly. In the flick, Dale was groaning as Zeke worked his head and the first bit of the shaft. He placed his hand on the back of Zeke's head and was less than gently coaxing Zeke further down his shaft. Zeke seemed to be much more comfortable with Dale's meaty head against his tonsils than the had been minutes ago. Zeke was also quite talented from the look of it. Before long, Dale's entire dick was sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat, skullfucking Zeke. A mixture of fluids dripped off Zeke's face as he accepted the massive length and girth of Dale's dick into his throat. A hunger burned behind his eyes. "Please fuck me, sir," Zeke coughed out during a quick break when Dale had pulled completely out to show the camera his dick layed across Zeke's face. "You sure you're ready, kid?" Dale chided. Zeke responded by scooping up a handful of the fluids still on his face and smearing between his cheeks. Then he laid back on the futon and presented his hole to Dale. Dale took off his shirt. Between his navel and his pelvis, on his muscular lower abdominals, he had a single tattoo: an orange scorpion. It wasn't a complicated tattoo, but it was exquisitely done. On screen, Zeke asked if the tattoo meant what he thought it meant. Dale didn't answer, he just shucked his pants and began smearing precum on Zeke's waiting hole directly from the head of his massive dick. "Does that mean what I think it means!?!" Zeke said more urgently this time. He looked genuinely terrified. He began to squirm, but Dale had him in a bad position and 40 extra pounds of leverage. Brock found himself confused, but undeniably aroused by the scene on the screen. Why had Zeke been so terrified of a tattoo? What did the tattoo mean? "This is gonna hurt," Dale said as he plunged his massive member into Zeke's hole. He had slicked Zeke's hole and his own cock with a generous amount of precum, but even that was not enough to prepare Zeke. Zeke screamed. He writhed. The pain was evident in every fiber of Zeke's body. Dale was clearly enjoying it, but he held back for the benefit kd the camera. The cameraman got a close up of Dale's cock impaling Zeke's hole. You could see Zeke's hole spasm, trying desperately to eject the sudden intrusion. Dale didn't move much until Zeke had calmed down a bit. As Zeke's hole adjusted, Dale began short, slow strokes in his hole. "Yes, the scorpion tattoo means what you think it means," he said matter of factly. "You told me you were serious about becoming a member," he added. "The club...," Zeke sputtered. "I wanted to join the fuck club, not get POZZED!" "They are one and the same," Dale replied. "Trust me, the benefits are worth it." The pleasure of the fuck was beginning to set in for Zeke. His cries and sharp breathing were quickly turning into moans and panting for more. Dale pulled his dick out of Zeke. The coating of juices on his dick had streaks of red through it. He flipped Zeke over face down on the futon. He plunged his cock back into Zeke's battered hole with the full weight of his muscular body behind it. Zeke was rocking his hips on every thrust to let more of Dale penetrate him. Dale shoved Zeke's head into the mattress of the futon as he slammed his dick into Zeke's puffy hole. The cameraman got a closeup of Zeke's angry red pucker as Dale hammered his length into him. The camera panned back out to a wider shot and Dale wrapped his muscular arm around Zeke's neck. "I'm going to poz you up, kid. And then sex will never be complicated again. You want fucked. You take cum. Someone wants to fuck you. You take cum." Dale said, mere centimeters from Zeke's ear. Dale slowed down his strokes. "Do you want it, Zeke? Do you want to fuck freely? Do you want more sex than you can possibly imagine?" "I want it," Zeke mumbled. "Say it like you mean it, kid." Dale had pulled Zeke up against his chest by his hair, his dick still dripping red tinged fluids. It was poised just outside the wreckage that used to be a sphincter, looking very much like a stinger ready to inject a lethal dose of venom. "I WANT IT! I WANT YOU TO POZ ME" Zeke shouted. Dale threw him back down on the bed, inserted his dick firmly into Zeke's hole, and, as if on cue, began emptying his toxic payload into Zeke's guts. The camera captured every flex and spasm of Dale's dick. In agonizing detail. Every spurt of cum was clear as Dale's venom painted the inside of Zeke's guts. "Welcome to the nest, initiate." Dale said as he pulled out and disappeared out of frame. Zeke stayed face down on the futon as the camera got some closeups of his ruined hole. The cameraman's arm appeared from out of frame and threw a business card onto Zeke's back. It was black with a scorpion embossed in an amber orange color on the side facing the camera. "Instructions." The cameraman said and then the camera was put down on a tripod or something, still recording Zeke. Zeke sat back down on the futon. For the second time, Brock noticed Zeke's cock, but now it was rock hard. It was fairly long. Probably around 7 inches. And average thickness. Zeke slicked his hand with some of the juices seeping out of his hole and jerked himself off without ceremony. Zeke was dressing himself on screen when suddenly Brock felt a hand grab his shoulder. He yelped and sprang up from the couch. He whipped around to see the cashier from upstairs with a stern look on his face. "This area is for members only," he droned, grabbing Brock's shoulder again and pushing him toward the door to the stairs. "I...uh...I was looking for. Uh. Bathroom? I thought the bathroom was down here." As the older man escorted him to the stairs, he stopped to take the disc out of the player hooked up to the projector and put a new one in. He put the disc in one of those plain sleeve cases labeled "070305 'Zeke' 22."

I just got a poz load at the porn theater. Big beefy bear type guy I've been talking to for a few weeks. Right after I sucked off two older guys

Chapter 10: Torn and Tattered Jimmy told Marc to get an old towel to put on the bed, as he had never fucked a guy that hadn't bled before from his PA. Jimmy retrieved the towel. As he was walking to get the towel, i kissed Jimmys scorpoin tat, telling hom how much i wanted his seed in me. After Marc came back with the towel, draped over his rock hard cock I got into the doggy position. Jimmy said we would start that way, but suggested that I ride him until I was use to his cock. He warned me that after I had adjusted, we'd change positions and I'd get the fucking of my life. Marc positioned his cock under my face to suck him, but I told Marc I was afraid I might bite his cock so don't be suprised if I took my mouth off of it. Jimmy started slowly by rubbing his zero quage PA on my hole. My metal butt plug was still in, and he cranked his PA on it several times before pulling my plug out. Marc's cum started oozing from my ass, and Jimmy slipped the head of his cock in me. I winced in pain, and Marc quickly removed his cock from my mouth. He moved down some so my face was resting on his stomach. He ran his hands through my hair, telling me he knew how much I wanted Jimmy's cock and it would be alright. Jimmy got his 10+ inches about half way in, before he suggested I ride him. Although I thought I could take more doggy, I agreed. I could feel his PA rubbing the inside of my ass, and knew it would be ripping my insides up when he became agressive. Jimmy sat on the bed, and I mounted his cock. I took it slow until it got a little deeper than he was doggy. At that point, I said what the fuck, and sat on his cock until it was balls to the wall. Jimmy was impressed saying no other guy had done that before. I rested a bit to get use to his cock. Having taken the twins before, it wasn't as bad as I expected. I quickly started bouncing up and down on Jimmy's toxic cock, knowing his PA would tear up my ass, introducing a new strain into my body. Jimmy was impressed and told me to get off his cock, and lay on my stomach. I was barely on my stomach when he buried his cock to the base in me. Jimmy said he didn't like subs who tried to control sex, and he was in control now. Jimmy added I was just a hole to use for his pleasure. He then grabbed me by the thoat, almost strangling me and said take my cock bitch. He let go of my throat, ordering me to tell him how much I wanted his charged load. I was worried that Marc might pick up on what he said, but perhaps it was a way to open a conversation with Marc. I decided to go with the flow and said give me your charged seed. Jimmy gave me his charged seed, and as he pulled out, it was apparent that his PA had ripped my ass up good. Marc had been stroking the entire time, and had already shot a load on his stomach. Jimmy ordered Marc to clean his bloody cock, and although Marc was hesitant, he did. Jimmy then put his clothes on saying he had someone else who was brave enough to take his cock, and he had to leave. After he left, Marc and I got on the bed, and made out. Marc said he'd always fantasized about having a rough fuck like that, but reminded me that I said we needed to talk about something before I planted my seed in him. I said yes we did, but as we had already finished the bottle of Jack, we should go get more liquor, and perhaps a pizza to bring back to the room. Marc agreed saying he thought I could use some food after that session. We headeded to the liquor store first, and instead of Jack, we got some rum. Afterall as I reminded Marc, rum makes you wanna cum! When we got to the pizza joint, Marc suggested we get Pepperoni as it would be a Pepperoni session after.

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Looking for tips for the best places in the UK to host some open door sessions, total cumpig here 😉 What's everyone's favourite/most successful city and/or hotel? I can travel and really want to see how many loads I can get, thanks in advance for any advice! 🙂

I read a lot of profiles on many different personals sites. As someone who has a marketing background, I have had some recurring thoughts about the pitfalls I see people make all the time. Hell. I've made some of these errors myself. In job interviews, the most important person you need to be pleasant to is the assistant or secretary to the interviewer. And in theatre you are always auditioning, meaning as long as you are in the theatre be nice and don't talk shit. Something similar occurs on personals sites. I don't know how many times I've been someone's type, but the way they abruptly, rudely, or insensitively dismiss whole groups of people turned me off. When I get that ping or message, I politely decline. This is for three reasons, two of which are red flags. 1. Cruelty isn't sexy. 2. (RF 1) Are they going to be dismissive like that to my friends/family? 3. (RF 2) This person lacks empathy and will probably turn on me at some point. Its a good practice to talk about what you are seeking and let people read between the lines about what you aren't seeking. For example.No fats. No fems. No old dudes. Instead say: I'm really atttacted to guys around my age give or take 5 years who are active with a swimmers physiqu, extra points if he's a tough guy with a great sense of humor. In the example above I am clearly stating what I desire in a way that doesn't spotlight certain groups. Everyone should feel welcome to seek love, a fuck, a friend, or to fuck a friend. I have been pleasantly surprised in my life to have found someone attractive in every male category. The problem with absolutes is that they will fuck you every time. "Between the ages of 20-30 only." And the next profile is the hottest 45- year- old you have ever seen. Don't be a Debbie Downer. Most sites have problems. Men looking for sex can be flaky. And yes, there are a ton of dick pic seekers and bots. However, you will never gain points by complaining about a site or its members. At best, it looks like sour grapea, and other users may take offense, think your a pessimist, or want sympathy. And you don't want the guys who pray on the sympathy profiles. You have 15 seconds to grab someone's attention. Use an attention grabbing headline. Be clear about what you are looking for, and tell the viewer about your positive qualities, and don't be afraid to say your attractive, sexy, experienced, or that you can out maneuver a Dyson vacuum. Don't put yourself down, say that you'll never find anyone, or highlight your age, weight or other attributes as undesirable. In job interviews, it's amazing how many people will do the interviewers job for them. Let the person viewing your profile decide for themselves whether you are "too something." Because, truth be told, everyone is has a range of people they are attracted to and those they are not attracted to. And that's okay. People are not always gonna find us attractive. Its okay. We don't find everyone attractive either. But to some people we are their idea of hot sexy cuddly fuckableness. When we look at personal ads, we need to know 1. are they attractive to me, 2. are we sexually compatible. 3. are they a crazy person who is going to disrupt my life. It should go without saying, but avoid terrifying profile images like clowns, serial killers, etc. Your profile picture should be clear and it should be you looking presentable. Clean clothes, not drunk, or asleep. Also if you write a novel at best people will think you're eccentric and quirky. Mostly it gives off the impression that you might be high maintenence, self centered, writing a manifesto, paranoid or trying too hard. Its not a resume. It's a snap shot about who you are as a potential date, fuck, or fwb. Last but not least, even though you should be recognizable from profile to profile, know your demographic and audience. Like on social. Pretty pictures go on Instagram, puppy pics go on Facebook, irate rants go on Twitter. Grindr is a meat market with a lot of closet cases, marrieds, etc. Its best to keep it meat and potatoes. Leave the punch fishing for asspig, relationship stuff to Scruff, bareback to BBRT, and heavy kink to Recon or NKP. Just some thoughts. Take as you will.

I was home visiting family, they live in a fairly rural area with limited access to the cities. Nearest town is 30 minutes drive. More often that not, the same middle aged profiles appear; mostly blank profiles with limited text. I’m a 30 something, successful and handsome man I’m told my many I look much younger, around 25. It may be the reason why I still get quite a bit of interest. In my relationship I’m mostly top, however I just love the idea and feeling of bottoming and turning sub to total strangers and randoms off Grindr. A South African farmer nearby pops up, we exchanged small talk and eventually our kinks. we agree to meet at night after he finishes gym, I ask him to bring the poppers and lube. fast forward he turns up in a pick up truck, we head to the farm nearby and I suck his fat cock. He has a belly and it’s smashing against my forehead he asks me to get on all 4s, on a dog path and lubes me up with spit, a few minutes of pounding and he drops a 4 day load in me. He keeps it in for a few minutes and then pounds it through. Slaps my ass and says thanks before walking off.

This is something which must be reminded every now and then! I'm aware this might be a paradox but, if we want to talk about most intimate subjects in the public forum, we must be anonymous as much as we can, despite we must be conscious that, even with best personal safety precautions, in case of need the cops can find out who, when, and where, whenever they want. Can I say: this post has come up the front page in the right moment! My bf has been caught by enthusiasm lately, reading some posts about experiences and told me "come on, are you ashamed of talking about us when others even show their genitals and ass around"... He almost managed to convince me, in occasion of his birthday but NO. Seeing this one and reminding the obvious, I became more determined as before! What's our business, remains our own business! Even good experiences. I'm a poz talk roleplay author here, and such I want to stay. I know so many victims of blackmail, even minors, everytime I hear a story it's always the first time; every one is different but they have all a common start: "we are intimate now, what's wrong, show me your pic, tell me where you're from, tell me more about you"... F-off.

My ONLY regret with transitioning is that I didn't do this sooner. Childhood transition wouldn't have been an option for me, because of how I was raised. However, I wish more than anything that it was. As for puberty blockers, they were used to help treat gender dysphoria in children, without issue, since 1993. As was stated before, blockers are administered at the onset of puberty (since there is no reason to do so before that) typically around 10-12 years old. Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) typically begins at age 16, though sometimes as young as 14, and only with the recommendation of two shrinks AND the permission of said child's parents.

Chapter 24: The Waiting Game The weeks seemed like years! After 2 weeks, Marc started to be disappointed that he had no signs of being infected yet. He assured me that no one else has had his ass. He said that Dean had fucked him with a strap on though. I told him not to worry as if he wasn't already infected by the camping trip, my step dad and i would try our hardest to make it happen then. Marc then sent a picture of a slightly pink toothbrush saying brushing wasn't as bad as expected. I told him he was expected to start brushing himself at the campground to show his commitment but my step dad and I would turn the brush deep red. I told him it likely wouldn't be pleasant. He said as long as it got the job done, he didn't care. This was a tough time for both Marc and I. We both had hoped that I pozzed him, but even though I knew it was a possibility that I wouldn't. It was extremely tough for Marc, as he wanted getting the cum up his ass that he craved. At least I had my step dad to breed me every chance he got. Although my step dad knew I loved being seeded by him, he noted each time he did, he could tell something was weighing heavily on my mind. On the plus side, my step dad had become more romantic than ever before. Much more kissing and foreplay. We also became more daring. Although they weren't the most romantic places, we would sneak off into the garage, or find a public place to make love. We had found a nearby park with some deeply wooded trails. The park wasn't known as a cruising spot, but we made it ours. We would tell mom we were going out on a run. She was happy that we began to "exercise " regularly together. The set up was perfect. We would throw our gym shorts on for easy access. By the time we returned, we were sweaty looking like we just finished a run. At times we were brave and even showered, well fucked when mom was occupied in the kitchen! Of course we would set that up by telling mom we were hungry. She would always agree to make us something! One of our favorite spots at the park was near a small babbling brook. There was a huge oak tree that was our favorite. There was something calming about hearing the brook as I leaned against the tree as my stepdad made love to me.

Yeah, I have a step dad too, he's the one I call dad. First man I felt safe with, never had anything sexual but he made me understand to embrace my attraction for men without any shame

8. Almost a month has passed since I’d first met with Daniel the jock, and the end of July was fast approching. It had become routine for me to go over to Alex’s apartment where he and Daniel would use me. It wasn’t uncommon either for Jack and Danny to use Alex while I watched. Other time’s Alex would be in the mood to top and would use me like he had that first day. Not to mention, of course, the multiple times a day when Jack and Danny would fuck me together or individually. I had gone from a safe only boy who rarely had sex in college to a horny pig desperate for cock and cum. I loved it. I loved this new side of myself. I never wanted this time to end. Every time I felt one of these beautiful furry men cum inside me I felt like a perfect slut. Yet, even in this state of horny elation, I found myself wanting more. I kept thinking about the day I’d gone to Alex’s apartment to meet Daniel for the first time. How I’d felt like such a whore, a slut. I’d felt like a sub, just there for cock without a care for who it was attached to. I wanted to feel that subby slutty feeling again. “Do you want us to help you feel like that again?” Danny asked. We were lying in bed, my fingers tracing a lazy pattern through his chest hair, having just taken a big load from him. My head was resting on his outstretched arm, and there in his comfortable embrace I had told him my new-found desires. “Yes! Do you think you could do that?” “Oh, don’t you worry,” he leant over and kissed me, “Your daddies will take care of you.” I didn’t know what exactly he meant or what he had planned, but I felt like I was floating as I walked back to my bungalow. The hotel was especially full this week, a fact I had forgotten about when I’d left Danny’s flat, and it wasn’t until I came to the crowded pool deck that I became conscious of how perfectly obvious my hard dick was in my little mesh shorts. I didn’t have a shirt on, but it was hot so that wasn’t too conspicuous, but my shorts were so short there really was no hiding my erection. I tried to hurry past the pool, and not draw the attention of any of the people clustered around the café tables, and under umbrellas. I would have been successful if I hadn’t caught sight of a hairy chest out of the corner of my eye. My head involuntarily whipped around, so I could get a good look. He was probably just under forty, with big broad shoulders, a solid but thick build, and a massively hairy chest. He wore a tank top, and loose almost knee length swimming trunks. His thick beard was well kept, and his hair cut short. He was delicious. That is until I noticed the woman next to him with her hand on his leg. Then I saw the wedding band. Straight, I thought to myself with a sigh. Just before I turned away and hurried off, we locked eyes. I felt him give me a strong look, taking in my bare torso and tiny tented out shorts. He smiled, and then gave me a wink, before turning back to his wife. I walked quickly away, unsure of what had just happened. Before I turned the corner to head down the path to my bungalow, I looked back towards the pool deck. The man was now tossing a kid up in the air. Was that his kid? Was this guy an actual daddy? Why had he winked at me? I hurried on, my cock harder than ever. As soon as I was in my bungalow, I stripped off my shorts and rubbed at my throbbing cock. My hole twitched thinking about the man at the pool. He was perfect in every single way. I flopped onto my bed, and with my eyes closed imagined him standing over me. I saw the way his tank top was stretched slightly across his round stomach, his strong chest pressing out through the thin fabric. I saw the lumps of hair, to dense and rugged to be contained by his shirt. I imagined running my hands up his tree trunk legs to his waist band and then pulling off those loose-fitting shorts to find a heavy cock sprouting from a wild mass of pubes. I could practically taste the large bead of precum that leaked from the tip of his dick as he got hard in my mouth. Here I was, naked, with an ass full of cum, having been bred not twenty minutes ago, fantasizing about yet another man fucking me. My own lust was becoming a turn on. I liked being insatiable. I liked other people knowing that I was always horny for more cum. I hadn’t quite pinpointed it yet, but being a cum pig was going to slowly become one of my favorite and most defining traits. I was building towards another orgasm when suddenly my phone buzzed and broke my concentration. With a sigh I let go of my leaking cock and rolled over to gram my phone from the bedside table. It was a text from Jack. Just seeing his name on my screen made me smile. He and Danny had brought this new person out of me, helped me understand my lust, continued to push me, and made me feel safe and cared for. At least for me, our relationship had moved from just sex to something more, and I was fairly certain they felt the same. Danny told me about your conversation, read Jack’s text. I resounded quickly, rolling over onto my back again, one arm tucked behind my head. Oh? What did he say? Something about you wanting to give up control again like when you went over to Daniel’s the first time. I think I remember saying something like that, I replied pretending to be coy. Is that what our boy wants? To be used like a slut. You make me feel like that all the time. I’m glad to hear it… so what does our boy want? I want to be mad to be a slut. To be used and fucked. I want to get fucked but not have a choice in who gets to use me. You want to be our little sub don’t you? Yes daddy! Good boy. Danny and I are going to turn you into the little slut whore you dream of being. Thank you daddy! I paused for a moment, and then typed: Do you know anything about the hot looking bear at the pool right now? He caught your eye did he? Yeah… he’s so hot, but it looked like he might be here with a woman… maybe his wife? Well I’m looking out the window right now and if it’s the same guy he’s by the pool alone right now. Really?! Or there’s another hot bear you’ll like by the pool. You should put on one of your new swim suits and go work your wiles… I doubt any man, even one with a wife, could resist your ass in those new trunks you have. I blushed reading that, but typed back quickly: You’re right! Good boy, and if he hasn’t bred you by tonight I’ll breed you. What if he does breed me? Does that mean I don’t get your cock tonight? You know better than that boy… I’m going to breed you no matter what. I got out of bed and rummaged around for my new swim trunks. The week before Alex and I had gone into Orlando and bought a bunch of clothes. I had all sorts of new things, jocks, speedos, tanks, short shorts, and two pairs of short tight trunks. Alex had described them as “hetero-appropriate”, though they were anything but. I pulled them on and looked at myself in the mirror. What a difference a few months had made. The boy looking back at me, seemed somehow just a little bit more grown up than the one who had moved to Florida. Now dressed in bright teal swimming trunks that clung to my ass and clearly showed the line of my still slightly swollen dick, I admired myself. The little patch of chest hair in the middle of my chest had started to spread, though it was still thin and nowhere near the pelt I hoped it would become. A dense treasure trail now dove down into my waistband over my neither trim nor slim, but somewhere in between, stomach. Yet it wasn’t just the physical changes of the hair, and the tan that made me seem different. There was a knowledge and a comfort in my face that I had never had before. I felt good in my skin, I felt sexy and wanted; and for the first time in my young life really understood my desires and my sexuality. I felt free, and that made me feel confident and hot. Jack was right… what man could resist me dressed like that? I grabbed a towel, and a book, and headed out the door. My heart was beating a little harder than normal as I turned the corner and the pool came into sight. Would he still be there? Would the wife have returned? At first, I couldn’t see him, but as I came past the hedge that blocked part of the fence I saw him. He was laying back on one of the chairs, his face turned up to the sky and arms behind his head. My dick gave a little pulse. But then my heart sank. Next to him was the woman from before. She too was laying out, with her eyes closed. Fuck it, I thought, after a moment’s hesitation. No reason I couldn’t enjoy the sun and the pool even if I wasn’t going to get some raw dick from the trip. I walked into the pool deck and closed the little gate behind me. The woman looked up and gave me a smile. I nodded to her and took a chair across the pool from them, a vantage point that gave me a perfect view of the man’s bugle in his swim trunks. I pulled the back of my chair up, propped one leg on the seat and settled back to read my book. Every page or so I stole a glance up at the man across from me. From my seat I could almost just see up the leg of his trunk. His thick hairy thigh disappearing into the darkness was hypnotizing. I’d read maybe four or five pages when the woman got up and gathered her things. She kissed the man square on the lips and said in a low voice I could just barely make out, “I’m feeling hot, I’m gonna head back to the room.” “Ok,” the hunk of a man said, his voice light and kind, “Good luck with your sister and all those kids.” So not his kids then, I thought, nieces and nephews. “Lord… why does she have so many!” “They’re nice…” “Yes, but… oh anyway. I’m gonna head back. What are you doing?” “I’m gonna stay here for a bit, get a little more sun.” I could swear his eyes darted towards me when he said he was going to stay, but then looked back down at my book telling myself I’d imagined it. “Have fun,” she said, and gave him another kiss. Then with her beach tote over her shoulder she was gone. Silence hung for a long moment, the pumps for the pool and the distant lapping of the ocean the only sound. I forcefully turned my attention back to my book, keeping my eyes down. “Mind if I move over here?” I looked up from my book and found myself looking the hunk dead in the eye. “The suns better,” he said gesturing to the chair next to me. “Yeah, of course,” I responded, keeping my voice light and casual, “sit where ever.” “Thanks.” He smiled a big toothy smile from underneath his moustache. Quickly he gathered up his towel and moved over to the chair next to me. He made a bit of a performance of spreading the towel out, and then getting the chair at just the right angle before sitting down. When he did, he stretched out, and put his hands behind his head. I couldn’t help myself. I stole a quick glance sideways and was treated to a glimpse of his thick bushy pits. Delicious, I thought. Silence returned for a minute before he broke it again saying, “I’m Chris, by the way.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, looking up from my book, and trying to not make it obvious as I undressed him with my eyes. “I’m David.” “Nice to meet you too. I’m here with my wife’s family. I said if I’m being dragged all the way to Florida with your sister’s kids I’m picking the hotel.” He laughed lightly. “So, I found this place, according to the reviews online it’s supposed to be a lot of fun.” The emphasis he put on the word “fun” made my ears perk up, was he eluding to something. “Well,” I said, maintaining my casual air, “I’ve certainly had a lot of fun here.” “How long have you been here?” “I got here at the beginning of June. A friend of mine, who I work for, knows the owners so she arranged for me to stay here while I’m working for her over the summer.” “Wow that’s very cool. Where did you move from?” “Illinois.” “That’s a big change from Illinois to Florida.” “No kidding, but the owners of this place have been great. They’ve helped me out a lot.” “They seemed really nice.” “They’re great. What did the internet say about this place besides it being fun?” “Well it said, that the owners are great, beautiful space, pool, beach access…that its usually a pretty good place for a little man on man action.” “Oh? Does it now? Do you think that’s true?” “You’ve been here longer than I have, do you think its true?” We were openly flirting at this point. I decided to just be bold, “Does me getting fucked basically every day since I got here by the owners count?” “I’d certainly say it does,” he adjusted his shorts. “Oh yeah, then there’s loads. Not that you’d really be looking for that. I saw you with your…” “Wife. I’m bi, she knows, and we have an open relationship… so… I very well could be looking for just that.” “Interesting. Well I’m sure Jack and Danny the owners would be happy to give you a pounding if that’s what you’re in need of.” It was obvious we were both hard now. His hardening cock was steadily creating a hefty looking bulge in the front of his swim trunks, and my tight trunks showed the perfect outline of my own erection sticking off to one side. “And what if I wanted a round with their boy toy? How could we make that happen?” “You can follow him to his bungalow right now… so long as you don’t mind a hole filled with daddy cum.” “Sounds fucking perfect.” “Then follow me.” I got up, grabbed my towel and my book and marched off towards my rooms without looking back. I knew he was following me. I heard him quickly grab his things, and then the thwap of his flip flops trotting along quickly behind me. I opened the door to my bungalow, walked a couple of paces in and turned to wait for Chris. When he came in I closed the door immediately and then grabbed him and pulled him into a rough kiss. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and he quickly accepted. His hands came to rest on my waist, and he held me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling our faces together tightly. His beard felt soft against my skin. I liked the way it tickled my chin. I felt his strong shoulders. Then I ran my hands down his arms feeling the thick fur covered muscles ripple as he ran his hands up and down my back. After a long moment I pulled away and said, “Your wife really doesn’t mind you fucking guys on the side?” “Nope,” he laughed, “We’re both bi and both free to play with whoever we want.” “Perfect.” I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over his head before diving back into the kiss. His hands were now grabbing at my ass cheeks. They quickly moved to the waistband of my trunks, and then slipped beneath the tight fabric. After a few more moments his fingers grazed my hole and I moaned into his mouth. He pushed his finger harder against my hole and I groaned again. “Fuck, your hole is so slick. You weren’t kidding you’re fucking full of cum.” “I should be… Its only been like an hour since my last fuck.” “Jesus. One of the owners?” “Yeah, Danny.” “Which ones that?” “The slightly younger one who’s always wandering around shirtless.” “He’s hot.” “And has a nice fat cock. He’s the first guy that ever bred me. When I got here I was a safe sex only kinda boy… now…” He pressed his finger against my hole even harder and his first two knuckles disappeared inside me. “Fuck! Now I’m a horny for loads all the time.” “Fucking cumdump.” “Especially for beefy guys covered in hair.” “You’re in luck here then.” “Clearly.” “And I’ve got a fat cock ready to pump another big load into you.” “Fuck yes.” I grabbed his crotch for the first time and was thrilled at what I felt. Even through the fabric I could tell his dick was obscenely fat if only an average length. It felt like it tapered slightly with the base being even more impossible seeming than the tip. I looked back at Chris’s face to see him grinning from ear to ear. “Some boys struggle with the girth… I’m guessing you’ll be fine.” With that he spun me around and steered me towards the couch. I basically fell onto the seat landing on my knees. Next thing I knew he had pulled my shorts down and my ass was exposed. I watched him strip over my shoulder. His big hairy chest rising and falling quickly in his excitement. His round tummy bounced a little with each breath. When his shorts dropped to the ground my breath caught in my chest a little. His dick looked even thicker than it had felt. It seemed wildly thick at the base and even though it tapered still shocking at the tip. He grinned again and spat onto his hard tool. He spat again, the wad landing right above my hole and trickling down. He stepped up and rubbed his dick on my hole. It slid easily up and down my crack, lubed by spit and the cum that had leaked from my ass. Another big load of spit was dripped onto my hole, and then came the pressure. He pushed forward, slowly at first. My hole resisted the stretch, this dick was wide even for me. Chris increased his pressure. Then very suddenly my hole gave way and half his cock slid inside me. “Fuck!” I shouted. “Good boy,” he moaned, “Take that big fucking dick. Let me into that warm hole. You want my load don’t you boy?” “Yes! I need it.” “Then open up for me. Let me in that ass. Let me breed you.” I took a deep breath and held it for a second. Then I let it out slowly. He seemed to get the hint and pressed forward as I exhaled. The rest of his cock slid easily into my guts. I almost shouted again but took another deep breath and focused on relaxing. He growled his approval. “Good boy.” I was already panting as he drew his cock back and started to fuck me. I felt sweat on my back. His dick was stretching me wider than I had ever been with a single cock. It was almost like having both Danny and Jeff inside me again. I was shaking a little as his dick pushed back into my waiting hole. Chris knew how to fuck. He took it slow till I had clearly become used to his cock. Easing his dick in and out of me he taught my ass how to take him. Then when it was read he started to hammer home. He bucked back and forth, ramming his dick into me with such force I collapsed on the back of the couch. I was shouting and grunting with every thrust. Sweat poured down my face. The room instantly stunk of sweat. It felt amazing. “God your ass feels so fucking good! I can’t believe you can take me like that. Fuck!” He said through clenched teeth. “Fuck, no wonder the owners of this place use you all the time. Your hole is perfect.” “Your dick feels amazing! Fucking pound me. Yeah! Just like that. Fuck!” “Take this fat raw dick pig. You fucking love having my raw cock stretch your ass don’t you?” “Yeah. Yes! Fuck! I love it. Yes! Fuck me!” I was clinging onto the couch, bucking my hips back to meet his thrusts. A harsh slapping sound accompanied each push as my ass met his hips. We were both grunting and groaning. He had one hand on my waist and the other on my hips. It was a brutal rough fuck, and I was loving it. He started to grunt deeper, and thrust his dick forward with more aggression. I felt it coming. His orgasm was close. He dragged me upright so my back was pressed into his chest and growled in my ear, “I’m fucking breeding that hole.” “Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “breed me. Shoot your load in my hole.” “Fucking take it!” One more big thrust and his cock started to pulse and throb inside me. The euphoric heat that accompanied a man unloading in me started to wash through my body. “That felt fucking amazing,” he said as his breathing slowed to normal. “Fuck yes it did.” He released my shoulder and I collapsed on the couch. “I’m here for a few more days… think I can get a round two?” “You can have my ass any time you want. Fuck!” “Perfect. Look… um…” “You’ve got to get back?” “Yeah.” He laughed and looked a little sheepish. “No worries. You know how to find me.” “Sure do.” He kissed me again and headed towards the door picking up his clothes as he went. He dressed quickly and then saying, “see you,” headed out the door. I fell back onto the couch, laying there in the post sex glow. It wasn’t the slutty situation I had told Danny I wanted to relive earlier, but I had just picked up a married guy and been pump and dumped by him in less than an hour. That was still pretty damn slutty. I was just about to go move to the bedroom and jerk off when there was a knock at the door. Assuming it was probably Chris coming back because he’d left something or Jack and Danny I walked over and opened the door completely named. To my shock it was none of those three people. Standing in the doorway was a tall lanky guy, maybe, twenty, with curly blonde hair and a nervous look on his face. For a second I tried to cover myself, but decided it was too late, he’d already seen everything. “Can I help you?” I said, trying to sound like nothing strange was happening and I always answered my door naked and semi hard. “Yeah… um… well…” he stammered, then a look of resolution passed across his face and he continued, “my uncle just left here right? Chris?” “I… um…” now it was my turn to stammer. Did he know what had just happened? Was Chris lying when he said his marriage was open? “I mean, I know about Chris and my aunt’s arrangement, and that he’s bi. And… well… I’m gay… and I have this… can I come in?” “Sure, I guess,” I said and let him in. He took a nervous look behind him and stepped inside. “So… what’s up?” “This probably sounds crazy. I know that Chris likes to sneak off and fuck guys when were on these horrible family vacations, and I’ve seen him on the apps for years. Anyway…” he took a deep breath, “I have this fantasy of hooking up with a guy right after my uncle and getting to fuck his sloppy seconds. I saw him leave the pool with you… and I sort of waited. I’m guessing from the sounds he railed you pretty good… and… well… wanna get fucked again?” I looked him up and down. He was the opposite of my new type. He was tall and rail thin, he had on a white t-shirt that clung to his narrow and presumably smooth frame. He looked more like the boy’s I’d had boring sex with in college. Except that was for the tent pressing forward in his little running shorts. It looked like this twink was packing. I paused for a second thinking. Fucking a guy just because he’s got a nice cock not because youre into him is pretty damn slutty… Fuck it. “Sure… take your clothes off and show me what you’ve got.”

I love to tie two fuck boys together. Making sure the boy on the bottom has the other boy's cock resting on his tight hole. Then slowly work my hard cock in the boy's hole and drill him long and deep. Making his cock leak and slowly work its way into the other boy's hole. All the while it leaks precum and sooner or later the hard cock is balls deep as it blows hot cum into the other boy.

He sounds like an alpha and probably does not like sloppy seconds. I am the same way as I don't like semen from other males nor a hole that other men had the pleasure to open up. I prefer a clean hole so I can take my time and work open the second ring myself. So I generally don't fuck cumdumps unless I'm first. Alpha.

for daytime cocksucking the blue store on 8th ave is always busy at the gloryhole booths. know from experience as i've definitely chugged down some cum on my lunch break there

So glad you picked up this story again @PartyandBreed, I love the incestuous bond at the center of this story and the sex is hot too... looking forward to these two hoT brothers getting even kinkier and more tweaked!

Part 7 We lay there together for a few minutes, our sweat-covered naked flesh melded together even more, if possible, by the huge load he'd shot while I was filling his ass up with my own thick load. It wasn't the first time that had happened, whether I was fucking him or he was fucking me, but this time was 100 times more intense with the tina heightening everything we felt during our fucking. We were both still completely hard and I was still balls deep inside him. “What a shame to waste his cum like that,” I thought to myself. Then realized it didn't need to be wasted at all. I raised up off of him and began sliding my shaft out of him until I could feel the air-conditioned air of the hotel room on my wet shiny cockhead. I started running my fingers through the good-sized pools of his cum covering his abs and chest and Chad opened his eyes. “Whatcha doing, big bro?” he asked in a slurred voice with a lop-sided grin. I started transferring the cum I was gathering on my fingers to his rigid young meat again and again as I answered him. “Making sure my little bro's hot cum doesn't go to waste, baby brother,” I said softly. “Covering your cock with your cum so you can fuck it into me, then add more of your cum to my guts when you shoot another load fucking me.” Chad groaned in heated carnal lust as he flexed his abs and cock. “Fuck yeah big bro. You are such a fucking pe*vy pig! I fucking love it! Can't wait to have your little bro fill you up with incest cum can you?” “Hell no I can't you nasty stud! It's been almost two weeks man since you've bred me and I'm needing it from you little bro. Needing it bad man!” His thick cock, covered in his own fresh white cream, stood up tall and straight as I smeared the last helping on it. Locking eyes with him I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth and then just as slowly extended my tongue and licked them clean of the residue. “Oh hell yeah big bro,” he growled. “What are you waiting for then? Climb on and fuck yourself with your own little brother's cock and cum. Make me give you the first load of the night.” I straddled his trim waist and reached back to grab and guide his dick to my ready chemmed-up hole. “But not the last load you're gonna fuck into me tonight, little bro,” I breathed out as I sank down inch by raw inch until we both moaned when we felt his pubes make contact with my round butt cheeks. “You know THAT'S right! Definitely not the last!” I placed the palms of my hands on the mattress as I began rising up and down, building up to longer strokes and increasing speed as his thick cockhead rubbed across my prostate with each penetration and exit sending waves of pleasure through my body. My cock was at full staff and my precum was flying off in all directions, but the only thing I cared about at that moment was my tight ass being filled with my little brother's raw fat dick. Since he had first popped my cherry I had been fucked by other cocks – some longer or thicker, some shorter or thinner – and had loved every one. But feeling my own little brother's cock inside me was like no other fucking I'd ever gotten, each time he screwed me. And tonight it was even better with both of us high on the meth enhancing it all. That thought made me stop my riding him, buried deep inside me, as I reached to the bedside table to grab the pipe and lighter. I wanted us both to be even higher as we indulged ourselves in our ta*oo fun. I smirked at Chad as I lit the flame and moved the pipe's stem to his lips. “Want some more smoke little brother before you finish this first fuck?” He snickered and said, “Like you have to ask!”, then began inhaling. We stared into each other's eyes as he took two giants hits. The first cloud he blew out in my face, but when I saw he was ready to exhale the second hit I leaned forward so we could shotgun it. Whoa! It was a massive hit!! We started making out as soon as the smoke was gone and I felt Chad start to thrust up into me, taking over the fuck. He rolled us over so I was on my back and he was on top of me between my legs. He started pistoning in and out at a faster and faster pace driving me wild. “That's it, Chad! Fuck yeah little brother! Pound my ass! Fuck it good and hard and give me your cum! Your incest cum, you dirty fucker!” I knew that last phrase would push him over the edge and sure enough it did. “Oh yeah, Lance! Oh gawd man I'm about to cum! I'm gonna give you my cum big bro! Gonna fucking nut in your cheating married ass! Ah fuuuuuccckkkk! Here it cums! Here it cums!” With that he slammed one more time against my ass and held himself deep as I literally felt his dick throbbing and spewing 5, 6, 7 shots of seed into my hole. I shuddered and convulsed as my own cock erupted between our heaving bodies, with no thought of stopping or slowing down. It was still early and our hunger was only growing. (more to cum)

South East London (England ) - looking for other London guys

Yeah, I have a copy of it on DVD It's a good one 🥵

Exactly. Letting a faggot suck you off does NOT make you gay or even bi. By his logic letting a man massage you is gay too. It's the same thing except the fag is massaging your dick with his mouth!

Yes! In last year, I’ve had more encounters with married straight men than before, without changing my cruising habits lol. These have included on ‘gay’ hookup sites, cottages, a work colleague and a barista at my local coffee shop. All raw without even asking about condoms, status etc and I introduced two of them to my friends Tina and Gina.

It was trauma on steroids. Before hiv, fucking every guy you met was the norm. No one used condoms. Then, guys started dying a slow, terrible death, and no one knew more than it was because we were fucking each other. It got to the point guys wouldn't shake hands anymore - just say hi, with that 'deer-in-the-headlights' look, and move on. In shortest of orders, the world went from being our playground to being our cemetery. There was a gay weekly that began publishing "celebrations of life" notices, page after page of them, and went out of business because no one wanted to pick it up anymore, let alone page through it to see who'd passed the previous week. We were going to those "celebration" services constantly; week after week, month after month, for several years. No guy that lived through those years went unscarred. Now, decades later, with the medical arts advancing as they have, those scars have healed over, but they're still there - just under the outer layer of skin. Men that didn't live through it can empathize, but it's difficult to imagine how they could understand how truly desperate, fearful, awful, horrifying, soul-injuring, nightmarish and destructive those years actually were. Now, of course, there are medical advances that have allowed those years to fade into the blackness of a plague survived. Thus, many of us who lived through it have a very, very difficult time accepting the mindset of younger guys that refuse to take every possible precaution against illness, particularly this hellish hiv. Still, it's not for anyone to judge anyone else, but no one could fault us for remembering either. Thanks for your post.

My apologies, been busy with work. We woke up the next morning and ate breakfast. We talked about me moving in with him. "Jeff, I want you to move in with me.", Brian said My heart beat fast, I was so happy. "Yes I would love to", i said smiling "Good get your stuff and move in today", he said Before he went to work he bent me over the couch and put another charged load in me and plugged me up. I got on my knees cleaned his thick meat and kissed him goodbye. I had to figure out my life. I only a few days ago was living with family, managing a coffee shop and never been fucked bare. Now i have taken a ton of poz loads from Brian and havent been home in a while. I told my mom i was staying at a friends house partying while i was taking time off from the coffee shop. I was both excited and nervous about moving in with Brian. So much of my life has changed since i met him. I went home and told my parents I was moving to Palm Springs to manage a coffee shop there and maybe look at technical school. I was always interested in healthcare and they have a good program there. I packed up my stuff loaded my car said goodbye and drove back to PS. When I got back to Brian's place, he gave me a key, I went in and started to unload my things. After i was done i thought i would buy us lunch and bring it over to the store. When i arrived, I said hi to Coty who was in the front helping a customer. I went to the back office and Brian was there. He was happily surprised and we sat down and ate in the office. After he finished eating he took off his jeans and put his semihard cock into my mouth. I sucked it good and took him all the way in his mouth then pulled back quickly. "You've been fucking someone else? I taste their ass on your cock and smell them on your pubes?, i said sadly looking up "Yes I fucked Cody this morning", he said as he grabbed my head and forced it back down on his cock. I went back to sucking him. "I told you i would be fucking a lot of guys and not just you. You are going to have to get used to that", he said actually caringly I sucked him harder wanting to get his hard. Then i stopped and looked up with him while licking his head, "Please fuck me, please", i begged He lifted me up pulled down my shorts and panties pulled out the plug and bent me over and rammed hard into me. "Awwwww", i said loudly. "Ssshhhhh", he said Once in he fucked me hard, with his steady fast pace fucking me with his balls slapping my ass. He reached around my neck pulled me back and started to suck on my neck. "Oh Godddd Brian take me please", i moaned He really knew all my weak points as he chewed on my neck and tweaked my nips while punishing my hole and prostate. I was in heaven. After about 5 minutes of fucking, Cody walked in. "You are guys are sure making a lot of noise.", Cody said getting on his knees and sucking my balls. "I see Daddy locked your clit up, lucky guy. Ive been begging him for months to lock me up" Cody said Clearly Cody had a thing for Daddy. Cody tried to suck on my cock in the cage but i pushed him away. I was enjoying being fucked like a little whore way too much. "Poz me Daddy please", i begged After another dozen strokes he erupted a load into me. I pushed back on his cock trying to keep all of his mammoth meat in me grinding against him and using my pussy muscles to massage all the cum out of him. "Hmmmm stop that im senstive", he said Quickly i got on my knees nudged Cody off to the side and sucked him clean. Cody go under me and started to eat my ass trying to lick out all the cum in me. It felt good but i lifted up and put the plug back in me. "Stop. This is your new plug.", Brian said I bent over and he took out the old plug and put in the new plug. It was almost the same size a little longer but not much. I pulled of my panties and shorts. Daddy took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss. Cody looked at us in envy. "Now go out in the store and walk around", he commanded As I walked out of the office i realized what was different about this plug. It had a ball inside the plug that moved in me when i moved. It didnt make any noise but i felt it and it felt good. If i walked a certain way it hit my prostate. Daddy could see i was aroused as my nipples were really hard. "You like the new plug? Good I want to keep your pussy wet and hot at all times", Daddy said "Your pussy is pleasure, giving your pussy to me is pleasure, if you orgasm you will only have a pussy orgasm", he said "Yes Daddy", i said aroused and flustered. Cody looked at me with envy and desire which i had never felt from him before. I always viewed him as a bottom. He is about my size and a little fem but not overtly. He was wearing spandex shorts which was sporting a bulge right now. "Cody you look like you need a break. Why don't you and Jeff go in the back and relax. Jeff help him relax", Brian said We went in the back office, when the door closed i got on my knees and started rubbing his cock thru the spandex. The peeled it off and started sucking his nice cock. It was about 6 inches and kind of thick. I sucked him good. "Get up and bend over bitch I am going to fuck you good.", he said "No sorry. I can only give you a bj. Daddy's orders" i said "What orders are those?, Cody asked "I cant let another man fuck me until i convert", i said "You are not poz yet?", Cody asked "No why are you?", i asked "No not yet i dont think. I just thought you would be by now after all the fucking youve been doing with Brian", he said "I know. I hope i do. I want him to make me poz and have him make me pregnant", i said With that he made me get on my knees and suck him off. He shot a huge load in my mouth. It was delicious. I swallowed every last drop. Over the next several days Daddy fucked me good and impregnated me at least 3 times a day. Last night we i was giving Daddy a bj while watching TV on the couch. He pulled me up on the couch, got me on all fours and pulled down my blue satin thong. Daddy then reached into the drawer on the table next to the couch and pulled out some lube and poppers. I haven't had much experience with poppers. I only used it once and it gave me a headache after. Daddy leaned in and started to eat my manpussy out. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH", i moaned loudly as i pushed my pussy back on Daddy's tongue and face. He ate me like no other. The way he licked me, teased me, how deep and thick his tongue was and how he used his fingers in massaging and relaxing my hole and massaged my gspot was so amazing, that when he eats me out i get so horny and weak i have a hard time holding up my chest with my arms. He slowly worked in two fingers then three. Finally he got in four fingers. It hurt as Daddy has large hands but it also felt so good in me. He was rotating it in me and massging my prostate constantly. He then scraped the inside of my pussy and i flinched but kept pushing back on his fingers. "Ohhh my boy is such a horny slut. You love Daddy's fingers in you don't you? I'm make you bleed a little so my dna takes.", Daddy said in my ear "Yes Daddy please mark me and make me POZ. I need your DNAin me, please", i begged and moaned He then tried working in his thumb. I yelled in pain as he tried to push in but it would go in. He opened up the bottle of poppers and put it under my nose and i inhaled. My head started to spin and my body relaxed. He pushed again and his whole hand plopped in. "Ughhhhhhhh. OHHH Daddy yes please", i moaned "Look at you, you slut. Daddy isnt doing anything. You are pushing back on my hand. You want my arm too dont you, you little whore", DAddy said "Oh yes Daddy please. I want your whole arm in me please", i begged. The poppers made me get a rush and even hornier. I got back off my chest and was on all fours again and I pushed back taking more of his arm. It felt so good. I felt so full and complete. Then suddenly Daddy pulled out his arm and hand. I pushed back trying to find his hand. "Daddy please i need you in me", i begged He got up stripped down and shoved his hard cock in my mouth. I sucked like i hadnt eaten all day. After sucking his huge mammoth meat for a few minutes he threw my on the couch on my back. I could see how much of his arm i had taken with the lube mark. I got to mid way up his forearm. He put his feet on his chest and forced his hand back in me. My eyes bugged out of my head and yelled out in pain. "Shut up you know you want this", Daddy said "Yes please fuck me with your arm please", i begged He worked his arm back in and went a little deeper. I hadnt had anything that deep in me and he crossed my second ring. It felt so good the way he was massaging my insides. I was dancing on his arm, trying to suck more of it in me. "Damn bitch your pussy is just eating up my arm" Daddy said as he put the popper bottle back under my nose. I inhaled deeply and pushed back further on his arm. I hadnt been fisted in a long time and it felt so good and i wanted more. Daddy pulled his hand back to the opening of my hole but still inside. Then he lined up his huge hard cock and stuck the head in. My head want back and i yelled in pain. I grabbed the poppers and put them under my nose but Daddy took them away. "No, I want you to really feel me", he said in a caring way and kissed me deeply "Yes Daddy take me please. Make me yours", i moaned back He shoved his huge cock in my pussy and right into he hand. As he wrapped his fist around his huge cock it ripped my hole in two. "Ohhh Daddy", i moaned in both pain and pleasure. It did hurt to the point that my eyes were tearing. "Good boy keep working to take my hand and fist in you. We are far from done.", he said He then started to jack off in me. It felt incredible. It was pain of being ripped and the pleasure of being full and having my pussy walls raked from the inside. Daddy could see i was enjoying it and pulled my legs back to open myself more to offer my hole to him "Daddy please make me yours please", i yellled Hearing that he started jacking off quickly in my pussy. His knuckles where massaging my hole while the depth of his cock was pushing deep into me. After about 10 minutes he yelled, "Here you go boy", i felt his actual hand expand in me and he came continually stroking getting more cum out of his thick meat into me. I didnt feel any spurts which is odd as i always do. As he calmed down he kept stroking his cock. "I am going to inseminate you deep now", Daddy said It occurred to me that I didnt feel him shoot in me because he wrapped his hand to catch his cum. I felt his hand work deep in me taking his cum pushing it further into me while scraping me with his nails. I winced in pain but took it as i wanted to take his dna and his poz cum and be marked. I wanted to give myself to him. I felt his push deep past my second ring working his cum into me. I started to push back on his arm trying to suck his whole arm in me and then finally i felt i hit his elbow. When i did he started to rotate his arm in me and massage the deepest untouched part of my pussy with his fingers, teasing me. "Such a good whore. Look at you", Daddy said I was a state in euphoria and my eye balls fell back into my head, i arched my back and offering my whole body and being to him. He worked my hole for the next what seemed like an hour (It was probably much less). "Daddy i am going to cum", i moaned I orgasmed hard. It was the most intense orgasm i have ever had. I clenched his arm hard on and off as the orgasm ripped thru my whole body even my toes curled. "Yeah squeeze my arm with your cunt boy", Daddy yelled as he kept twisting his arm and fingering my hole He raking my hole over and over again and i started to have another anal orgasm rip thru my body. As i still had my cage on and the plug only some cum oozed out. It was another incredible full body orgasm. As i calmed down Daddy pulled out his hand. It was incredible the lube was just past his elbow. He leaned in and gave me a deep passionate kiss. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him to me. I lined up my ass on his cock and used my hands on his ass to push him in me. "You want Daddy's cock dont you" he said as he plunged in me "Ohhhh Daddy yes fuck me please, make me yours", i yelled He pounded the living crap out of me. There as no passion or intimacy this was a pure animal fucking. He rammed me with his meat tearing into me for a good solid 20 minutes. Then i felt his cock expand and shoot 3 loads into me. He collapsed on me and i wrapped my arms and legs around him. "Stay in me Daddy please", i asked He stayed in me and did a slow grind while in me. I felt complete and whole. I needed him in me, owning me and impregnating me with his seed. "I hope i get pregnant with your seed Daddy", i said softly in his ears "You will baby. You did good today. Now its your turn", he said He got up and left me, came back with a set of keys and unlocked my cock cage and pulled out plug. He then went down on me and sucked me good. After about 5 minutes i was laying back and enjoying him sucking my cock. It felt good as he sucks cock better than anyone but he has trained me not to get any pleasure from my cock that it doesnt make me want to come. "Whats wrong? You cant cum? You came so easily earlier" Daddy said and while he said it i could see in his mind why "Good boy. You cant cum from your cock can you my little whore", he asked "No Daddy. It feels good you sucking my cock but i cant cum that way anymore", i told him He then squeezed his hand back in me and started to massage my pussy and suck my cock. After only 2 minutes.... "OHHHHH Daddy", i moaned and shot a huge amount of volleys of cum in his mouth. I felt my balls empty out. I hadnt cum like that in months. Daddy kept wrecking my hole with his hand and sucking me making the orgasm last. After calming down, he pulled his mouth off my cock and kissed me deeply pushing all my cum into my mouth. I took it in and our tongues danced and licked each other. After swallowing my cum we just lay on the couch with his hand still in me and made out like a couple in love. "I want you to go the clinic and get tested tomorrow", he said "Yes Daddy. I hope im pregnant", i said smiling at him "Me too", he said and we kissed like a couple in love.

Fuck, this thread is fucking HOT! I have always wanted to fuck around with a bio father and son. Hopefully one day I'll get my chance. I also wish I had a dad like Str8man and the other father's who bred their sons as well as let them suck their cocks. Giving you cum to your son is truly an awesome gift.

Ok. So after fantasizing for a few years, hanging out in POZ chat rooms and backing out of dozens of appointments, I was finally ready to take the plunge. I wanted to get bred. I had found a guy on BBRT who looked at my profile a lot, and he was just the type of Daddy I went for—hot, handsome, mid-forties, hairy, kind of a bear, but still pretty fit. We hit it off right away because I was the kind of guy he liked too. At twenty-three years old I’m five foot eight and about one forty-five with hazel eyes and kind of a scruffy beard when I don’t shave. Some guys might call me a cub, but I have a pretty average build, and aside from hairy legs and a nice trail, I’m not that furry. He said that he liked my profile and that we shared some common interests, although most of the things I had listed were things that I was interested in, but had never actually done. We met on the site for cyber-sex a couple times a week, partly because we were too far apart to just hook-up, and partly because we were that into each other. He was so hot, and such a great cyber-fuck, I decided I wanted him to be the one to breed me and told him so. He asked if I was sure and I said, “As sure as I’ve ever been.” With that he asked me a lot of questions about what I’d done, and what my fantasies were, and after exchanging a few emails, he said he’d love to help me. He wired me money for a bus ticket (I had said I didn’t want to fly since it was drive of only a few hours) and said he would pick me up at the station. I caught the bus on Friday afternoon, and planned to spend the weekend in a motel with him and a friend of his from BBRT. I had checked out his profile too, and he was another hot Daddy. I took a long hot shower (where I jacked off twice) before I left, but didn’t pack any extra clothes because I planned on spending the weekend naked. I did bring a small bag with a couple kinds of lube, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of poppers. I hoped the other passengers thought it was just my lunch. When the bus pulled into the station and I walked into the lobby, Mark was there waiting with a warm smile and a nod, and he looked even hotter in person. He threw his arm over my shoulder and ushered me out to the car. I asked if his friend had backed out, but he said that Kevin was going to meet us at the motel. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him, and actually started blowing him in the car on the way to the room. His cock seemed even bigger than in the pics he’d sent me, but had the same tight, pointed head that made it easier to swallow. The motel wasn’t that far from the bus station, so we arrived before I could get him off, but he just said that we would have plenty of time for that this weekend. When we got to the room, it was empty, and Mark took out his phone to call Kevin. I set my bag on the night stand, then kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. After a brief phone call, Mark explained that Kevin was on his way, but was caught in traffic. Then he pulled his shirt off, exposing his broad, hairy Daddy-chest with pierced left nipple and said, “I don’t think he’d mind if we started without him.” I stood up as he approached the bed and kissed him while reaching to open his belt. He slipped his tongue through my lips and kissed me deep as his hands roamed from my shoulders to my ass and into my shorts where his fingers found my hole. He was like an octopus! His hands were everywhere as he undressed me. When he finally came up for air and we pulled apart he whipped my t-shirt off over my head and I was standing there naked except for my socks. He grinned as he opened his pants and they dropped down around his ankles. I beat them to the floor as I dropped to my knees and resumed the blowjob I’d started in the car. He braced himself on my shoulders and stepped out of his jeans. I tugged his balls and slowly bobbed my head as I heard him unpacking the contents of my bag. “Oh, ho…” he said, as I heard the handcuffs jingling. Then I heard him set the bottles of lube on the nightstand, and felt his hands kneading my ass. Then I felt one slick finger poking at my tight hole. I moaned a little and pushed back against him. He worked his finger in up to the second knuckle and worked it around a little until I loosened up. “I can’t wait any more, kid.” He said. “I gotta get my cock in this ass.” “Then let’s not wait.” I said with a grin, and got up on the bed. I sprawled on my back and pulled my knees up a little, spreading wide and winked my hole at him. He grabbed some lube and got on his knees on the bed, murmuring “Yeah, boy,” as he lubed his cock, “just like the pics in your profile.” He knelt there for a few seconds, grinning down at me and jacking his cock. Then he moved between my legs and bent down to kiss me. He hooked his arms behind my knees and lifted my ass up a bit more as I felt his sleek and dripping cockhead poking at my hole. He started kissing my neck and whispered, “You ready, boy? I’m goin’ in bare. No rubber. No pulling out.” I moaned as he slipped his tongue in my ear. “Yeah…Yeah daddy. Fuck me!” He started to push, and worked his cock into me in one long stroke, the pointed head and tapered flange of his cock doing its job and facilitating his penetration. He didn’t stop until his balls were mashed against my ass. I must have been grinning from ear to ear, because I heard him chuckle as he pulled back a little and started a slow easy fuck. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him grinning down at me as he slowly pumped my ass. Then he reached over to the nightstand for the handcuffs and dangled them over me. “Did you bring the key for these?” “It must be in the bag.” I reached over for it and found it in the bottom. He took it from me, dropped it into the nightstand drawer, and I held my wrists up so he could handcuff me to the headboard. As he cuffed me, he checked his watch and wondered what was taking Kevin so long. I said it didn’t matter, since he’d have me all weekend. He wrapped his arms around me and flexed his cock inside me as he ground it in deep. “So when’s the last time you were in a group?” He kept fucking me slowly as we talked, and I could tell he was holding back from the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Never,” I replied. “But your profile said you like groups.” “I’ve only done a few three-ways,” I said, adding “but I’d love to try a four-way.” “Or more-way?” he asked, as I felt his cock twitch. “Kevin and I get a group together a couple times a month. It’s been longer than usual for us, so you’re a welcome relief.” He punctuated his sentence with intermittent kisses on my neck and ears and collarbone, and I could tell he was struggling between getting off and making this last as long as possible. He started picking up the pace, and he had the perfect angle to poke my prostate with every thrust. I could feel my cock drooling pre-cum on my stomach. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t reach it to jack off. Then I heard a key-card in the lock and the sounds of the traffic outside as the door opened. The door was in the wall that the headboard was against, so I turned my head to look, and saw Kevin step into the room wearing flip flops, sweatpants and a tank top—clothing that he began to shed as soon as he stepped over the threshold. He was as hot as the pics in his profile, but what really made my cock jump were the other guys who followed him in. The last one locked the door and said, “Looks like this is the place.” Mark was propped up on his elbows as he turned to the door. “Hey, guys. Strip down, I’m almost done.” I can only imagine my expression as I looked up at him and said, “What the hell?” He grinned down at me and said, “I was listening, you know, when you told me about your fantasies and what you wanted to do and try.” His pace continued to quicken. “So I got some of the guys together to load you up good.” My balls started to draw up and my legs began to quiver. I looked around the room and saw seven hot daddy bears, plus Kevin and Mark, all naked now and passing around a bottle of lube as they stroked their cocks. “I made sure they’re all POZ loads too, boy. But I get to be first…!” Then he jammed his cock in to the balls and I couldn’t help but cry out. He stayed in me deep as I felt him begin to tremble. He groaned through gritted teeth, and I felt his cock twitch and pulse as he pumped me full of his toxic load. Feeling his cockhead expand started my own orgasm, and my first blast hit me under the chin, accompanied by cheers and hoots from the others. When his balls were empty, he collapsed on top of me, smearing my load between us. “They all know the rules, kid," he said, “Nothing that isn’t in your profile.” With that he pulled out with a plop and got up just as Kevin was getting onto the bed. As Kevin moved into position in between my legs he grinned and said, “Hey kid,” and sank his cock into my slick and well-opened hole. I grunted and moaned and wrapped my legs around him. “Damn, you’re just as hot as I thought you’d be!” Then he grabbed the headboard and started to get up a good rhythm. I heard a couple of the others cheering him on and urging him to fuck my 'College-boy' ass. Then Mark sat on the side of the bed and I felt his hand roaming across my chest and abs. Another guy sat on the other side of the bed and started to stroke my recovering cock. It was still sensitive, and every time he touched the head, my whole body would jerk. “You just relax and let us use you, boy.” He said, as he pinched one of my nipples. “We’ll make sure you go back home POZ.” I felt my cock jump as he said that, and it squirted more pre-cum into the hand that was stroking it. I looked around the room at the hot, hairy, naked men all standing around and stroking their cocks—their POZ cocks—and waiting their turn in me. And I knew that THEY knew that they WOULD all get a turn. They would get as many turns as they wanted, actually, with me handcuffed like I was. I couldn’t stop any of them if I had wanted to. I tugged at the handcuffs unconsciously and glanced at Mark. He leaned over to kiss me and winked. “You’ll get to check a few more things off your ‘want to try’ list after this weekend, kid.” I looked up at Kevin, grinning and sweating as he humped and pumped over me. Then I looked around the room again as I realized that several of my fantasies were finally going to come true all at once. Then Mark looked to the others and said, “No names either, guys. Let’s just keep it anonymous.” I thought back to the profile I had written almost two years ago, and tried to remember all the things I’d listed before I really knew what I wanted. There were only a few things that I’d actually done. The rest was just a wish list. I remembered listing 'anonymous sex' with the other things that sounded hot, but that I never thought I’d really do. I looked around the room again at all the naked men—men who I’d never met, and would probably never meet again, but who I was ready to spread for and give up my hole for them to each get off in. They were all grinning back at me, and the lube on their cocks made sucking sounds as they stroked them. An involuntary grin crept across my face. “Yeah guys,” I said. “I’m your cum-dump for the weekend. Just use me.” To be continued…

Fucking hot story bro. Can't wait for the next chapter. Damn to be 18 years old again. I would be such a whore. Oh yea- I am a fucking whore.

When I was in college, I met a barber who owned his shop. His chair was in the back with a wall that separated his chair from the other 2. The walk had an opening with blinds that would close him off from the others. He would cut my hair after hours and then he would recline in the chair and I would fuck him. He had video equipment for filming a kids first hair cut set up to a monitor. I was able to watch the monitor without filming as I loaded his ass

Met some biker daddies yesterday. Fuckin' hot men. Took me back to their bike store and bred me in their back room. Took more than six loads. My hole was leaking of poz cum.