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As Brock was herded back up the stairs by the cashier, he noticed the cold of the wet patch covering most of his left thigh from where his own copious precum had saturated his jeans. At the top of the stairs, Brock expected to be taken back to the register, or maybe worst case he'd be kicked out, so he was surprised when he was escorted to a room in the back. It appeared to be an office of some kind. The beat up desk took up most of the room. A heavy black curtain covered the wall behind the desk. On the wall opposite the curtain was the only thing that looked like it was bought this decade: a massive flat screen TV that looked brand new. "Have a seat." The cashier commanded. Brock immediately dropped into one of the mismatched chairs. "Look, I'll leave. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to go down there. It's my first time...," he blabbered. He was nervous. Who could blame him. From somewhere nearby, Brock heard a creak like a door hinge and the shuffling of feet. "Fuck! Stay here." The man barked and quickly exited the room. As soon as he was out of the door, Brock shot up out of his chair and started pacing around the room. He assessed his situation quickly and decided to make a break for it and get out of there. As he passed the desk, he saw the remote to the TV and another DVD case. The paper insert read "090305 'Zeke' 22," this time in blue sharpie. Brock stopped in his tracks as though he'd run into a brick wall of curiosity. Mixed with libido. He was still mostly hard despite the terror of the ordeal. And Zeke and Dale were fucking hot. Any chance to see more of them, he would take. He listened very intently to see if the cashier was coming back. He heard only silence. Before he thought more about it, he snatched up the remote, turned the TV on and hit play. The timestamp in the corner was 09/03/2005. Yesterday. Brock understood the first numbers on the handwritten cases. The room on screen was the same as the film dowstairs but the futon was nowhere to be seen. Brock recognized both people on screen. On what looked like a medical exam table was Zeke, once again in his boxers. He still looked like a surfer twink just as before. But he looked a bit worse for the wear. His eyes were a bit sunken and he looked like he had lost a bit of muscle tone. The second was not Dale. It was the man who had just left the room. The store's cashier was finishing setting up equipment next to the table. He pulled on latex gloves Brock recognized Dale's voice when he spoke from behind the camera, "Welcome back, Zeke. How was the rest of your summer." "It was fine," Zeke responded neutrally, "went home for a bit. Moved into an apartment for my senior year since I just have my big professional development class. Don't need the distraction of the dorms." "And how are you feeling," Dale asked, emphasizing the last word. "I'm poz, if that's what you're asking," Zeke responded coolly. "Was a three day ordeal from hell, but I knew to expect it at least. Told my parents it must have been an out of season flu." "Are you ready for the next phase of initiation?" "...yeah," Zeke sounded weary, but also excited. Like he had been a roulette wheel of feelings about this moment for two months and had landed on acceptance "Excellent. Two questions before we begin First have you, to your knowledge, received the HIV virus from anyone other than me prior to or since your initiation? Zeke shook his head. "I need a verbal answer," Dale chided. "No." Zeke responded definitively. "Second, did you start antiretroviral therapy?" "Of course I did. I'm undetectable." Zeke replied. "Green." Dale said, though this was directed at the cashier, who turned back to the equiment. "You are about to be branded as a member of the Scorpion Society. It is an international brotherhood of poz men. You will find a nest of us in every major city in the world and many rural communities. Like this one." It sounded like Dale had given this speech many times. "Each nest is headed by a Jarl, that's me, who holds the original strain of that nest. Each Jarl may have up to two Thanes of his choosing. The Thanes are hand selected and convertedd personally by the Jarl to ensure their strain is as pure as possible. Jarls and Thanes are identified by their orange scorpion tattoos." Brock realized he was rubbing his dick through his jeans again. HIV had been a footnote in his "abstinence only" sex education curriculum. He had never even considered it as something he might encounter in his life. He had definitely never considered there were people who were so open and clinical about it. Who spread it intentionally. The thought of it was triggering some side of him he had absolutely no control over. "Thanes are not allowed to be on ART. If a Thane starts ART, he loses status and joins the citizenry and a new one will take his place. Citizens bear green scorpion tattoos." The cashier showed Zeke his forearm, which had a scorpion tattoo identical to Dale's, but in a dark green. "Tell Walt where you want your tattoo and he will get started." Zeke gestured to the right side of his torso. Walt set to work. Dale continued: "Citizens can partake in all membership benefits and have open access to all member facilities. Your only obligation as a citizen is to the Jarls and Thanes. You are to submit your hole to them at their command. Immediately and without question. In the event you go off ART and infect someone, they are not considered citizens of this society and they will be excluded from citizenship due to their tainted strain. Benefits of citizenship transfer to other nests, should you travel or move Do you understand these guidelines?" "I understand." Zeke said with finality. Brock was transfixed by what he was seeing and hearing. At some point, he had unbuttoned his jeans and taken them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his uncut dick, idly stroking his length as his precum ran down the length of his shaft to his hand. He slicked his dick up and still more dribbled onto his underwear and the floor. He had always been an extremely heavy precummer. He heard a rustle behind him and an ice cold chill raced down his spine. He fumbled to turn the TV off and quickly turned to see someone stepping out from behind the heavy black curtain.

Viewing from an outside perspective, I think emptying used condoms in my ass is hella fucked up. It doesn’t require fucking. It’s pretty high risk for catching something. You don’t always know where it came from or what’s in it. With enough used rubbers I could go for a long time sexually satisfied without actually having sex.

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.

I'm a 30 yr old guy who is good looking and has a great career. I've recenly started reguarly visiting the BB clubs in Barcelona where I live and I can't get enough of it. Every week about 10-20 men fuck my hole and I easily end up with a dozen loads in my ass. A couple Saturdays ago I got about 12 loads in OpenMind and then when I left I went to a private party where I got 6 more... When I finally got home I realized I had so much cum in my ass that it had been dripping all the way to my feet. Now all I can think about is getting that load number up as I'm only sexually satisifed when my hole is flooded in random men's cum. Is it possible to do this without risking your health? I'm on prep and do doxypep too but wondering if that is enough so I can embrace my internal slut and offer my hole to as many men as possible. Any advice is appreciated!

The time I got my 'anal cherry' popped it was bareback and magnificent. Have been fucked by three guys using condoms but last time was about 6 years ago. Did not like the feeling all three times and after the last time I decided NO MORE and banned condoms being used in me. I never turn down any kind, size nor status of a cock as long as it is bareback only. If a guy insists on using a condom I just tell them no thanks and goodbye. Fuck me BAREBACK only, no condoms allowed (will make an exception for a cruel condom as I'm curious how one feels) and cum is to be deposited in me, no pull outs. For the last several months, I've also posted on every site I use that I'm HIV neg but am now officially on the chaser list looking to get pozzed. I'm ready willing and almost desperate to be pozzed.

Came across a vid on jff (Scott Lazarus' page) where he is used by n incredible cum loving top. First thing heard is him saying "let's get some semen into this pussy" 🤤🐽 you can guess from the photo what happens next.. 😈 I've been obsessed with it for days now.. Anyone know who he is?

I just found out that a fuck bud whom I used to swap loads with in Dallas during the early years of AIDS has died. I don't know what the cause was, but it reminded me of a story I wrote about another fuck bud who died of AIDS-related pneumonia some years ago. I'm reposting here, with apologies to anyone who has already read it or a plagiarized version on other bb sites. "Obituaries" DAMN! My dick gets rock hard whenever I see a fuck bud’s face staring back at me in the obituary pages! Although I know for a fact that hundreds of pigs I’ve fucked or who fucked me over the past two decades are long gone, some have been prominent enough to merit an obit in the local paper. I always pay my respects by shooting off at least a couple of loads as I recall how hot they were. The most recent was last week. The obit said “Joe” died of pneumonia at age 51, but everyone who knew him knew that he had AIDS. He’d been full-blown for at least five years, although he managed to hang on because he had been a bodybuilder and always took great care of himself. He was a successful salesman at the company where I worked, and he retired during a period when the bug hit him really hard and he couldn’t work. Although we knew each other at work, we didn’t fuck until a couple of years ago. I’d never been interested in Joe before because breeding overly muscled guys is sometimes like trying to fuck a brick wall. But knowing Joe had AIDS flowing through his veins and muscles made him irresistible to me, and I jumped when we connected in a chat room one night and he invited me over. I was shocked to see how sunken his eyes and cheeks had become, but that only made me want to breed him more. His body still looked good (great, actually; more normal and less freakish like most bodybuilders), and I couldn’t wait to inject my death strains into his guts and boost the disease eating away at him. Like most bodybuilders I’ve fucked, he was such a hungry bottom. I’m also in great shape from regular workouts, and I easily pinned him like a slab of beef to the bed. I fucked him first on his back like a whore, ripping his muscle cunt with my fat cock and calling him my bitch while I planted my toxic loads in his decaying guts. I shoved my tongue down his throat in a deep passionate kiss, simulating the loss of breath he would feel as death finally came to take him. After a while I flipped him on to his hands and knees and fucked him like a dog, pumping my death stick past the raw, swollen lips of his rosebud and breeding him with demon seed. The bedroom was warm on a typical summer night, and the air was filled with the stench of our ripe pits as our sweat drenched his expensive satin sheets. By the time we were done, I dumped six loads of toxic juice deep inside his guts. Joe got off on being manhandled, and I got off on adding my toxic DNA to his system and feeding the AIDS that eventually would take him to the afterlife. Some of my seed began dribbling out of his ripped cunt, which I bathed and soothed with my tongue while slurping the virus infected juice to feed down his throat. His shrunken balls shot a couple of loads of his own AIDS bugs all over the bed, which I also quickly scooped up with my tongue and swallowed, savoring his diseased DNA as I added it to my own. I straddled his chest and fed my cock into his mouth, and he slobbered and licked the mixture of my hot sperm and his bloody ass juices liked the condemned man he was. To the surprise of both of us, I finally let go with a load of hot piss down his throat. At first he tried to pull away but he was hopelessly pinned like a drowning animal, and he chugged down the toxic stream until he began gagging as it leaked from his sloppy mouth. I offered my own version of last rites and baptized Joe in my evil piss from head to toe, knowing I probably would not see him again until we have both descended into the abyss of scorching lust and eternal depravity that awaits unrepentant poz pigs like us. Finally, I hugged him tightly, kissed my AIDS lover deeply and wrapped us both in the sex-soaked sheets like a shroud as we drifted off to sleep. I never saw Joe again but chatted with him online a couple of months later. He told me he’d taken another turn for the worse a little over a week after we fucked but he was feeling much better. He had more ups and downs after that, finally surrendering to the inevitability of AIDS last week. My only regret is that I wasn’t there to pump a final load into his guts as he took his last breath. I can only hope an AIDS bro will do the same for me when it’s my turn to go.

You are not the only one that likes used condoms. also like to put them on my cock (the only kind of condom that goes in there).

Got a hard and heavy pounding from a verbal top. When we were texting he always calls me a cumslut. I've got a breeding from him a couple of years ago back then he managed to cum 15 times. This man got immense stamina or used some stimuli I don't care. Today he first fucked an 4 day load in My ass and continued to put 17 more loads in.

U all get a a VPN

I have developed the fetish for rape scene like sex. I love older males 40+ with big dicks who fuck me good. I get hard thinking about having sex with an older male and I really like sexy older males. Fantasy is : I wished I would have had a step daddy that would have fucked me since I was 13 years old who always bred me and we had a happy relationship having sex and outside of bed from 13 -25 years old. After that I would be in college where I would be used as a cum dump from the frat guys. It seems basic but I feel bad for having this fantasy but I really enjoy that fantasy. I jerk off and wished I was raped by a sexy muscular step daddy when I was 13, maybe shared with my daddies friends and my step brother using me too. I love the cum dump fantasy, but only having sex with white males ages 18-60 years old, I love the range of bodies but I do have a preference on white guys. I love how they fuck me and when they cum inside me. It sounds racist but it’s my fantasy.

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.

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."

About an hour in to doing yardwork in the full sun at heat, I called it quits and decided to come inside. I was drinking some water and checking messages and started thinking I was horny and briefly forgot/ignored the fact that DSC is closed. The thought that went through my mind was, "oh it's a perfect day for DSC." It's literally the perfect day for an afternoon at DSC...some pool time, some fucking, whatever. I miss it. I always thought the vibe there was really good and always had a good time. I miss Midtown too, though slightly less than DSC. 🙂 Denver folks, do you think we'll ever have a bathhouse again? If the Southpark dudes can renovate and rehab Casa Bonita, maybe some rich gay benefactor will do the same for DSC. 🙂 Has anyone been to the place in Colorado Springs? I haven't. It's a fucking trek to get there but might be going for something like Cumunion...

11. “Damn it. You told him,” Danny said as soon as he saw Jack and I walk into the front office. Danny was seated behind the check in desk. He was wearing a loose fitting linen button down shirt, something he really only did when he had to work the desk or leave the property. He must not have been expecting anyone new to come check in however, as he’d only done one button just across his stomach. Despite his harsh tone he had a massive smile across his face. His eyes were twinkling and there was nothing but joy in his expression. Danny got up from behind the desk and came around to where I was standing with Jack just behind me. Jack had one hand resting on my shoulder. Danny brought a paw up to my face and rested it on my cheek tenderly, “Well, what did you say?” He looked directly into my eyes, he looks happy and concerned at the same time. He was almost silently pleading with me to say yes. “I said of course I want to say! It’s all I’ve wanted for months. I want to stay with the two of you forever.” “Good.” His hand moved to the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. With this many guest on the property we were normally a little more circumspect but that was all out the window right now. We were celebrating something amazing. I wrapped my arms around Danny’s middle and pulled myself into his warm body. Jack rubbed my back as I kissed his husband deeply. We were a little trio now, I was no longer an outsider welcomed in temporarily. This was my place. Danny broke our kiss and with one hand pulled Jack’s face to him. They kissed around me, my body smashed between them. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me. “Look, I’ve had a chance to celebrate with the boy,” said Jack, “and he was full of that twink and his uncle’s loads when I found him. Danny why don’t you take advantage of how amazing our David’s hole is going to feel right now and take him round back. I’ll watch the desk.” Danny tipped my head up to look him in the eye, “Would you like that? Think you can take another dick today?” “If that dick is yours… I’ll take it any day.” Danny took me by the hand and led me behind the counter and through the Employees only door at the back. “I’ve got an idea,” Danny said and opened another door that I’d never been through before. On the other side was a room partly full of boxes. The wall directly across from us looked like it was almost entirely made of windows, but vertical blinds were closed across the entire thing. As we walked further into the room I saw that there was a high counter top island sticking out, and a little but serviceable kitchen on the other side. We turned a corner and found ourselves in a mostly empty bedroom. Boxes were piled up along two walls, but the bed was made. I looked around, and then back and Danny who nodded. “Welcome to your new place. Well get the boxes moved, but…” “Its perfect.” I tossed my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He scooped me up and lifted me into the air. His strong arms supported me as he walked towards the bed. I fell lightly onto the mattress and Danny dropped himself into me. We locked our mouths together again and my hands tore at his clothes. I found the single done up button on his shirt and flung the two haves apart. Quickly I wriggled it up and off of each of his arms. His now naked torso pressed into me. I had only put on a pair of short shorts and a jock when I’d left my apartment with Jack, and now our naked upper halves rubbed together. Danny broke our kiss and pulled back. He grabbed my shorts and ripped them off me, tossing them into a corner. He growled at the sight of my jock, and moved to take off his own shorts. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung free almost immediately. That big beautiful cock. The long vein along the top pulsed and that wide mushroom head shone with precum. I jumped up, my animal instinct controlling me, and gobbled his cock down in one swift motion. Danny moaned and put his hand gently on the back of my head. Hungrily I bobbed up and down. This was my fourth cock today but that didn’t matter. This cock belonged to one of my two men. One of my daddies. That made it special, and important. I swallowed him to the root and nestled my nose into his thick pubes. Danny’s balls bounced against my chin lightly as I bobbed back and forth. My man groaned as I worked his throbbing meat. I grabbed his ass cheeks and propelled his hips forward into my own mouth. I made him fuck my throat. “Oh fuck! Fuck boy! Remember how timid you were that first time, never having been with an older man… fuck… not knowing how much you loved the scent of a man or the feel of his touch… Jesus! Now look at you… damn! Fuck yeah, suck my… fuck. Look at you our hungry little pig. Our boy! Forcing my daddy dick down your own throat. Fuck! Oh shit… Fuck! Turn around, show me that ass! I need to eat your hole.” I dropped his cock out of my mouth and spun around. I flipped onto all fours and stuck my ass up into the air with my chest flat against the mattress. Danny growled like a hungry animal, and spread my cheeks with his rough hands. “Fuck! Your hole looks fucking wrecked today. Damn. There’s even…” he flicked his tongue up my crack, “there’s even cum dripping out of it your so full. Damn that bear and his nephew really filled you up didn’t they.” “Yes daddy!” “You liked that [banned word] didn’t you?” “Of them being related?” “Yeah! Yeah I did.” “Good boy… what else turned you on about it.” He flicked his tongue over my hole as I started to answer making my voice catch in my throat. “That I… fuck… that I was only fucking the nephew because he wanted to fuck me and he had a big dick. He was cute but he didn’t… fuck oh, yes… he didn’t turn me on like his uncle did, or any of the other guys…” “Why was that,” Danny dove back into my hole as soon as he’d finished speaking. “He’s a twink.” I replied somewhat matter-of-factly. “That’s not turns me on.” “What turns you on boy. Tell daddy exactly what turns you on.” I was hard to speak with his tongue darting in and out of my hole. I felt him lapping the cum up from inside of me and could hear him swallowing it down. “Men like you daddy, guys bigger than me, and older than me. Bears, chest hair most of all. Seeing it poke out of a guy’s shirt makes me weak. There’s no way I can resist a guy with a furry chest and a hard dick.” “But it’s not just older guys is it?” “No daddy, its any guy covered in hair was a thick dick. Like Alex. He’s my ages but he’s so… fuck… oh fuck… eat my hole daddy! Fuck! Alex… he’s my ages but he’s so hairy. When I first saw his chest hair and bushy pits I knew I needed him to fuck me.” “And the same was true of Daniel.” “Yes! Oh fuck, that feels so good. Fuck!” “But there’s something else isn’t there? Something you felt when Alex told you he wanted Daniel to fuck you and you’d never seen him, something you felt when this twink asked to fuck you. What is it?” “I like being a slut daddy!” “That’s it… keep going.” “I like getting used. I like being a sex object. I like having… of my god! I like having my power taken away.” “Good boy. And that’s something you want to do more of isn’t it.” “Yes daddy!” He got up and I felt the head of his cock on my hole. I pushed back onto him and felt the head pop in. “Fuck boy!” Danny roared. “You’re so fucking desperate for my dick aren’t you?!” “Yes daddy!” “That first time I fucked you, you had to work so hard to get me inside you and now… I just slid right in.” He pressed forward and his entire shaft disappeared into my guts. We both let out a sigh as his crotch pressed into my ass. “That’s because you’re a slut now. You’re our slut.” “Fuck me daddy!” “Im going to boy don’t worry.” “Please! Breed me daddy. Use my slutty hole.” “I’m going to pump a big load into your hole. Then I’ve got another treat for you boy.” “Fuck! Yes daddy!” He pulled back from my hole and then with a grunt punched his cock back into me with his full body weight. It was impossible not to scream. The sound was shot out of me like a cannon ball with the force of his thrust. My eyes rolled back, and my torso went slack. If Danny hadn’t been holding onto my hips I would have fallen forward and collapsed under his assault. He held tightly to my hips, pulling me back against him as he brutalized my ass. As tender as Jack’s last breeding of my hole had been this was aggressive. Danny was like a rutting beast. He was intent on using me, marking his territory now that I had agreed to be theirs. It was a primal fuck. I felt like a rag doll as Danny tossed me around. He flipped me onto my back without his cock ever leaving my hole, and continued to bash his cock into me now from above. He spread my legs around his body and held me open for him. His face was contorted with effort and lust and sweat beaded up on his forehead. “You remember this boy… when you’re out there taking loads like the good slut you are… no one fucks and breeds you like your daddies.” “Fuck! Yes! Fuck daddy! How could it… oh fuck, how could I forget!” “Good boy! Take me load you fucking slut!” Danny reared back, and holding my legs wide apart rammed his dick as deep as it would go. I yelled as he began to fill me up. His eyes were closed tight, his lips pulled back in a snarl. He looked like he’d become possessed. He wasn’t just a man but a sex beast, a sex demon intent on destroying me. He yelled, and his cock throbbed. Another big load was pumped into my hole. Danny stayed like that for a long time. He held my legs with shaking hands, his eyes still closed tight, his chest heaving. His breath was ragged, and irregular. His dick was still pulsing. “Fuck,” he panted, blinking his eyes slowly. He was like a man coming out of a dream or a trance for a minute. The brutish headspace he had just fucked me in slowly dissipating. When he looked down at me again his eyes were full of the same love they had been when Jack and I had walked into the front office. The sex demon was gone, and my beloved, extraordinary Danny was back. He grinned at me, his dick still buried in my ass. “Fuck, knowing that you were ours… that you were going to stay here after the summer… that you’d be here, in this bed… fuck, it just…” his voice trailed off and he bent down to kiss me again. “That was amazing.” I said, brushing my lips against his and flexing my hole around his semi hard cock. “God, your hole just feels so good. So full of cum.” “I can’t believe I’m that I get to stay with you and Jack. Its all I’ve wanted. I want to do this forever.” “We will.” He kissed me again, “we will.” He pulled his slowly softening cock from my hole and flopped onto the bed beside me. I nestled into his body breathing in his scent. My cock gave a throb in my jock. Despite having had the cum fucked out of me less than an hour ago I was hard as a rock and had leaked so much while Danny pounded me that the whole pouch of my jock was soaked.

I want to absolutely ruined by Bo Sinn. Just wrecked beyond recognition.

It’s also fucked up viewing from an inside perspective, for the reasons you list, but that doesn’t really have any bearing on it as a fetish. Viewed by people who do not share the fetish, lots of fetishes are fucked up, and perhaps objectively are. BDSM is a catalog of fucked-up, but it manages not to fuck up most of its adherents. Psychology is complex. The psychology of sex is just weird.

I hope you guys enjoy the story. i just started the third chapter i hope to finish it by the end of the week. Part 2 the birthday boy Dennis had had some time to regain his strength and felt that the chems were beginning to wear off. He still was flying but could already think more clearly. His hands were untied and so he could reach his pussy with his hands and feel the plug sitting there. He pulled on it briefly to see if it would come out easily but it didn't and the plug sucked itself back into place. The plug gave back a delicious pressure on his prostate he gave a deep sigh of pleasure and his limp cock woke up and started to get hard. On the second attempt to get it out he bit his teeth a little and the plug came out of his hole. Dennis breathed a deep groan and felt at his sphincter which was now pretty much wide open. Without effort and resistance from his sphincter he got 3 fingers inside his hole. He was startled by the blissful feeling that came over him from feeling the fingers in his hole and without thinking he started fingering his pussy. Sam entered the room and watched the scene before him for a moment. S: You are awake I see. S: I see you are already exploring yourself. S: no regrets about the decisions you made just now. Dennis was startled to see Sam standing in the room, he was ashamed of what he was doing and pulled his fingers back from his hole and sat up straight. S : you shouldn't stop you know, it's horny to see you playing with your pussy. D : I euh, I don't know it just felt good to be in my ass. S : I know friend, but you don't have an ass you have a pussy or pussy and you shouldn't be ashamed. You should be proud that you have a cunt to be filled. Dennis turned red in his face D : I have no regrets no, but do find it strange that I agreed to everything so easily. This is not me, I would never normally do this. It's definitely because of that Tina, because I'm not gay S: Oh but this is you. That Tina releases the beast in you, your true self but it's not gay making drugs . Dennis was trying to process what Sam just told him. It's true what he says though he thought. The drugs will remove the inhibition but will not transform you from straight to gay. It must have always been there. S : is it OK honey, are you putting it all together D : uh yeah, it's a lot to take in. I think it will take me a while to get it all posted. S : just stay the weekend and I will help you embrace your true self and accept what you are. D : yes what am I really S: a slut you are a real slut lol Dennis looked confused at Sam D : no I'm not a slut that was the drugs Sam threw a jockstrap on the bed S: here put these on and come upstairs so you can eat and drink something Dennis looked at the jockstrap and thought to himself I should put this on. But he took it and put it on and went upstairs with Sam. S: Here drink up because in half an hour my friends will be here for the party. Dennis took the glass and drank the glass in 2 gulps. The taste was already familiar to him and still hadn't realized there was G in the Getorade. D : I do not know if I want to show myself to your friends like this and if I want to be there. I don't know them and I already think what has already happened is extreme enough. D : I think it is better that I leave later. S: as you like buddy, I told you, I won't oblige you to anything. But otherwise take a shower before you leave D : yes ok, I will take a shower first. After the shower that stupid fucker is already flying all over the place and forget he was going home. Thought Sam. S : I'll show you where the shower is follow me. Dennis followed Sam. Dennis took off his jockstrap and Sam turned on the shower turned around and took Dennis firmly and came with his face right in front of Dennis'. S: are you sure you want to leave later. You are more than welcome. You certainly wouldn't regret it. I could make you enjoy yourself again like just now. Dennis's limp cock got hard and jumped up. Sam looked down and saw what was happening. S: From the way your dick looks, he's in the mood for that. Dennis looked into Sam's eyes and Sam pressed his lips to Dennis'. Dennis opened his mouth without thinking about it and started kissing him with tongue. S : stay baby, let me spoil you. D : I don't know, I don't feel good about it. S : take you shower first and then come back to the kitchen ok. D : ok They broke the kiss and Dennis stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over his body and the warmth accelerated the action of the G. Little by little he became lighter in his head again. He turned off the water and dried himself off. Took the jockstrap and put it back on. He walked back to the kitchen where Sam was still quickly sending a message. He put his cell phone on the counter S: did the shower do any good? D : yes but I think the drugs haven't completely worn off yet because I'm still lightheaded I like hearing that thought Sam, the G is already starting to work again. S: ow ok then, then you better stay a while. I won't let you drive the car for 2 hours to cause an accident. D : I think that's for the best. S: otherwise sit down in the seat for a while. They both sat down next to each other in the seat and Sam ran some of his fingers through Dennis' hair. Dennis closed his eyes and was enjoying the feeling. Dennis felt the horniness come back to the surface and bit his lower lip and searched with his hand for his half hard pole in the jockstrap. Sam stepped up a gear and turned the TV back on, turned down the sound and started a horny movie. Still rubbing through Dennis' hair, he now began rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples as well. Dennis began to moan softly and bit his lower lip even more. S : is it going a little better baby D : hmmm yes this feels so good. Sam watched smirking and went to Dennis' nipples with his mouth, took them in his mouth and started playing with them more. He felt Dennis body enjoying himself and he licked his way up and kissed him. Dennis opened his mouth and greeted Sam's lips with his tongue. They kissed each other very fiercely for a moment when Sam stood back up from the seat and took the pipe. S: I feel like smoking for a moment honey Dennis opened his eyes and watched as Sam began to melt the filled ball of crystals and saw the smoke forming. Sam sucked in the smoke and blew a white cloud into the room. Dennis's body was craving for the Tina and was already not thinking about going home. Sam saw how longingly Dennis looked at the pipe. S: do you want a puff honey. If you want you can Dennis did not answer as the G began to do its job very well and kept looking longingly at the pipe. Sam knew he had Dennis where he wanted him. He pushed the pipe against Dennis' lips lit the lighter and smoke formed in the bulb. He looked Dennis in his eyes, took his half hard pole in his hands and began to jerk him. S: suck it baby you will feel so much better immediately. Then before you leave we can enjoy each other for a while. Dennis sucked in the smoke as long as he could, feeling his lungs and his mind being filled with horny and dirty thoughts. Sam watched amused. S: good baby, just suck yourself completely full of Tina, you'll soon be back to your old self. S: just take another hit darling Dennis took a second and a third hit. Then Sam took another hit, placed his mouth on Dennis' and blew it into his lungs. Dennis was already tripping heavily again and didn't think more at home, but thought only of Sam. He kissed Sam fiercely and pushed him down in the seat and searched for Sam's cock with his mouth. Sam let him and went through Dennis' hair with his hands. S: Yeah baby, good boy just find the horny stick you want so badly. Let your true nature come out. S: just show me that you are a real cock sucker and that you want nothing more than to please me. Instead of the words scaring Dennis off, they only made him hornier and made him desire Sam's cock even more. His mouth came to Sam's jockstrap and he kissed the fabric. He felt the semi-hard cock sitting on it and pulled down the strap's stretcher. Sam's dick jumped up free and Dennis opened his mouth and like a hungry wolf, he took the dick in his mouth and began to suck on it heavily. The taste of morning piss and pre cum entered his mouth and excited him even more. His thoughts now were only about sex, sex with men, sucking a fat cock and getting his pussy filled. As he sucked on the getting harder Sam's rod, one hand searched his cunt and began to play with his hole. Sam watched approvingly. He took a dildo and a bag of Tina dust he had placed ready from under the seat sat up straight while Dennis eagerly continued to suck. He took some lube opened the bag and put some Tina dust over it, he pushed Dennis' hand away and placed the dildo against his pussy. S: I have something better than your finger baby. This is what you need. Do you want it? D : pleas yes And he pushed careful the dildo inside. Dennis' cunt was already not as tense as the night before and willingly let the dildo in. Dennis felt the his cunt being filled and became ecstatic. He again felt the burning sensation, began to sweat and glow. Sam's rod was now fully hard and while what one hand was working Dennis' hole he pushed on his head with his other hand to push his pole deeper into Dennis' throat. Dennis couldn't handle this yet and had a gag reflex. Sam released his grip a little so Dennis could catch his breath, but his hard cock remained in the slut's mouth. But Dennis didn't get much time to catch his breath because again Sam pushed him down and was already able to push Dennis a little deeper. S: good slut, just take my monster completely in your throat, show me that you want nothing more than to spoil him. The door of the living room opened and there stood Sam's friends, watching their friend being spoiled by a horny slut. They watched approvingly as Dennis was deepthroating. Sam winked at his friends who entered without saying anything. Sam encouraged Dennis who hadn't noticed anything yet S: Good slut, suck my monster. Jack one of Sam's friends took over the dildo and pushed it inside Dennis a little more firmly. Sam now put both his hands on Dennis's head. Even though Dennis was violently flying he realized that 2 hands felt on his head and that the dildo was rammed into his pussy and he stopped sucking and looked up. He was startled at being 5 more guests in the room. From where did they suddenly come and he felt embarrassed exposed for what he was just doing. He pushed the dildo out of his ass and straightened up, looked with terror at Sam who was sitting with a smile on his mouth. S: What's the matter honey, you were doing so well. You shouldn't be scared though. These are my friends and they are coming for the same thing we were just doing. D : euh, I euh, I don't know he said in a flying and tripping mental state Dennis' den felt empty and longing to be filled again and he shifted back and forth uncomfortably in the seat because of that feeling. The others couldn't hide their smiles because by his reaction they knew he had gotten a booty bump. J : you shouldn't be scared honey, we didn't come here to hurt you. We came here to celebrate a birthday and Sam had already let us know that he had arranged for a special gift. I have to agree with him that he found a wonderful one. Jack ran his hands over Dennis' chest, which was now completely tense. Jack grabbed Dennis' limp pole and jerked it. J : You won't need this one much tonight, but if you want you can feel free to suck on mine. He reached for his bulge in his pants, took hold of his pole so Dennis could see the size of it. The other laughed for a moment and Dennis looked shyly at Jack's marked-off dick. S : where are Michael and Rob J : The party animal and Rob are coming later they had to get some party stuff first Jack winked at Sam and he knew what he meant. Dennis wanted to stand up to leave but Jack and Sam pushed him back into the seat. S: Don't be scared honey, this is Jack, Tony, Ed, Andy and Nick Dennis looked at the others with shock in his eyes and nodded ashamed. T: Let him calm down guys, you can see he is uncomfortable. Dennis began to breathe more calmly and the initial nerves began to subside. He felt himself getting calmer and as a result, another wave of the G and T arrived. He tried to stop it but his eyes began to turn back in his head and bit back on his lower lip. Ed saw his chance and he came to stand in front of Dennis and placed his lips on Dennis' who was startled and wanted to pull away but Sam whispered in his ear. S: kiss him baby, do it for me. Let yourself be completely free and enjoy this moment. We will spoil you and take you to new heights. Even though he was still scared and embarrassed, the chems took over and he could not suppress his desire and he kissed Ed. S: Good baby let yourself go completely. The others watched eagerly and reached for their hardening dicks. Andy opened his pants and pulled out his cock and started pulling on it. He nodded to Ed, who broke the kiss and made way for Andy. He now came to stand in front of Dennis with his hard slim but big cock. A : show me what you can do slut. Suck my big stick! Dennis who was now flying more heavily again had already become much calmer looked longingly at Andy's cock and then looked longingly at Sam S: yes baby let Andy enjoy with your mouth, make me proud. Dennis opened his mouth and timidly licked at Andy's glans. This was the 2 penis he would suck, he looked around and saw the others looking at him hornily and pulling on their own pole. It turned him on and made him even more at ease and he took the tip of the glans in his mouth and sucked the rest of the pole into his mouth. The taste of the sweat, pre-cum and piss came into his mouth, they made him fall back deeper into G e Tina's trip and he let all the fright and fears fall away. Jack who was still behind him pushed his head forward so he got Andy's big cock deep in his throat and started gagging. A : Yes slut take that pole all the way down your throat. Hmmmm. The gagging caused tears to spring into Dennis' eyes. Jack released his grip and pushed him out of the seat. J : Get down on your knees Dennis got down on his knees and began to eagerly suck Andy's cock again. Tony now came to stand next to it as well. He took hold of Dennis' hand and put it on his own pole. Dennis was now surrounded by 6 men. For the others too were now standing around him. In both his hands he was holding a cock, and in his mouth was a dick. S: yes baby let the others enjoy your warm and blissful mouth. Just suck the seed out of their pricks. Dennis was completely in a trance and heard some seed and he now thought only of getting seed and sucked more heavily on Andy's hard pole. Tony pulled his mouth away from Andy's pole and pushed his own hard sharft into Dennis' mouth. Dennis who had completely loosened up and was thinking of nothing but cock and seed eagerly sucked Tony's penis. Nick who stood behind him gave him a firm pat on the ass and pushed his head deeper on Tony's cock so that Tony's short but very thick dick was completely inside Dennis' wide open mouth. Dennis let it all happen and got more slaps on his ass from the others. It only wound him up even more and encouraged him even more. Tony growled loudly and spit in Dennis' face. T: c'mon blow me slut, show you are real whore and let me enjoy. Nick the only black one of the party also had the biggest and the thickest cock took the bag of Tina substance. He wet his finger put it in the bag and at once pushed his finger as deep as he could into Dennis' hole. Dennis moaned loudly and gasped. Tony immediately pushed him back onto his cock and held his head so he couldn't get away. Nick pushed the dust against the wall of Dennis's hole and withdrew his finger. Dennis felt his hole getting hot again and started moaning and twisting his ass. His sphincter opened and closed, looking for something to clasp around and suck inside. Nick gave him a few more pats on his ass and took the dildo lying in the seat and placed it against Dennis' sphincter which was still opening and closing. N : if you want to be filled, you will have to ride the dildo slut. Dennis panted heavily and violently and pushed his ass back to get the dildo inside so that the demanding feeling in his cunt would be fed. N : if you want it you will have to try harder slut, come on push it into your cunt. Dennis pushed back his ass hard and the dildo drilled its way in. Nick laughed N: yes slut come on suck and ride it. So with renewed strength Dennis sucked hard on Tony's fat pole and at the same time was riding the dildo that was now completely inside his pussy. He felt complete. But not for long because Nick pulled the dildo out of his hole and threw it in the seat. Dennis moaned at the dildo that left a void in his pussy. Now it was Jack's turn and he offered his pole. Dennis traded Tony's fat cock for Jack's big and but not so fat dick. At that moment the door opened. Michael saw his friends standing naked in a circle and someone on his knees. But couldn't see who it was. The others were ecstatic when they saw Michael and Rob and they started singing happy birthday and laughing. Michael walked into the room while laughing and put the bag of party stuff on the floor and greeted his friends. M: Could you guys not wait to get the party started. He looked down and saw a slut sitting on the floor but always couldn't see his face. Dennis stopped sucking and looked up with eyes as big as saucers straight into Michael's face. Michael's mouth fell open and looked at Sam who was grinning widely at Michael. M : You can't be serious. You're kidding me S : no buddy, this is your birthday present from me to you. Michael looked at Dennis with big eyes and an even bigger smile on his mouth. Dennis who was flying so high did not yet realize who was in front of him and tried to focus. When he got his eyes under control he saw someone very familiar looking at him. Again shock and fear came over him. D : Oh fuck Michael Dennis tried to say something but the chems were gripping him so hard he couldn't get much out. The feeling of shame and being caught came over him. Because his older brother looked him straight in the eye. D : oh fuck Michael, this is not what he looks like Tried to stammer Dennis. The other laughed loudly. J : It is what it seems slut. You who are a real cock sucker are a true whore. M : This is the best present ever Sam. Sam laughed loudly and winked at Michael. S : It took me a fair amount of time but I he will soon be all yours to enlist in the fraternity. Michael couldn't believe his eyes. His little brother was sitting there naked on his knees with eyes as big as saucers sucking on his friends' dicks. Dennis didn't know what was happening and looked at Sam, confused, he felt used and betrayed. For a moment he had a brighter moment again. The others looked at Michael with questioning eyes for they did not yet know that this was Michael's brother. J : Tell me Michael, who is this slut to you M : This is my little brother. Since my transformation last year I could think of nothing but being able to fuck him. The others looked at both Michael and Dennis in astonishment with open mouths and smiles on their mouths. Rob: Wow man this is the hottest present ever, Wow Sam you seriously outdid yourself this time. Michael who still couldn't believe his eyes looked at his brother with longing eyes D : please don't tell mom and dad about this. Pleas Michael I will do anything. M : no need to worry little brother, I won't tell anything and you will be welcome to do anything I ever dreamed of. Dennis' lucid moment was gone again and his eyes turned back in his head and his head dropped down towards Jack's cock. The smell of it made him crave it again and his mouth opened. Jack took hold of Dennis' head and pushed his pole back inside. Dennis wanted to struggle at first because now his brother would see that he was a real cock sucker, but the desire was too great and took the cock in his mouth. Michael watched wide-eyed as his little brother sucked Jack's cock. He gave a high five to Sam and he gave him a hug and whispered in his ear. M : I'll never forget this buddy. You make my wildest dream come true. S : you're welcome buddy. I did break him in yesterday, hope you don't mind. M : no did you transform him then too S: no just squirted in his mouth. The transformation is my present for your birthday. Michael kissed Sam, Dennis saw this in the corner of his eye and his mind went completely wild. Seeing his brother kissing Sam was not only weird but also strange because he didn't know at all that Michael was into men, what was his brother not supposed to think of him and it wasn't his birthday at all anyway. What were they talking about anyway. Jack pulled Dennis off his pole and straightened him up. J: Enough sucking slut. Give the birthday boy a kiss. Jack pushed Dennis who was not at all firm on his feet into Michael's arms. Michael took his brother firmly and pressed his lips to Dennis'. Who tried to pry him loose but because of the chems and his brother's firm arms he couldn't. Michael pushed his tongue into Dennis' mouth and the latter paralyzed at first but closed his eyes and kissed Michael back. The others cheered and Sam took hold of both of their heads and pushed them Dennis and Michael firmly together. S: let the party begin. While whispering, Sam said to Michael S: and your brother's transformation.

True. Doctors mostly follow WPATH standards. Given the BS coming out of repuklican states, maybe we need some national guidelines. Or better yet, a Federal law saying that doctors, not politicians, should be the authority in medical decisions

Part 3 A giant, muscular man with tattoos scattered all over his arms and chest entered. He was maybe only in his late 20s or early 30s and was easily over 6’, dressed in a skin-tight muscle shirt, stained gray sweatpants, black crew socks, and running shoes. He had jet black hair slicked back and wore a golden cross necklace, and kept his sunglasses on the entire time. “This is my buddy, Jack,” Daddy Tony said with a grin. “Used to work for me and just got out of prison a few months ago for selling drugs and pimping out his girlfriend. I invited him over because he knows even more guys who’d be willing to pay to use a little faggot bitch.” “You giving me a job?” Jack sneered. “As long as the little faggot doesn’t snitch on me like that whore did.” “That’s because you always let the guys cum inside her and your girl kept getting knocked up. Believe me, this little pussy boy’s happy to get abused to make you some cash. Right, bitch?” Daddy Tony yelled, and I nodded eagerly, excited to be used by a hunk like Jack. “We’ll see about that,” Jack said, immediately enticed by the idea of pimping me out. Jack ripped off his sweatpants, showing off legs of a bodybuilder and a massively thick, uncut dick that looked almost 10” even just semi-hard. He kicked off his shoes, crawling between my legs. “Damn, this boy is dirty. What’d you do to him?” “Got him high, filled him with loads and piss and let a bunch of dirty johns use him.” “Not gonna rinse him off?” “Maybe a quick rinse before I take him to out later tonight, but a whore like him is just gonna get dirtied again soon anyway. I want him to be the trashiest, most used slut on the block so that only the fucking sleaziest motherfuckers will wanna fuck him.” “Hey, watch who you’re calling sleazy,” Jack laughed. “Please… please hurt me, daddy,” I whimpered. “Wow, fucking SLUT! You better be careful what you wish for boy, cuz I’m not gonna have any mercy,” Jack said. And with that, he hoisted me up effortlessly, spread my one leg over the sink, and shoved my face into the cold bathroom wall. His grip was so strong I could tell that resisting him wouldn’t even do a thing. “You got poppers, boy? You’re gonna need ‘em.” “Here.” Daddy Tony handed them to him, and Jack forced it under my nostrils one at a time while Daddy Tony went and prepped a towel of maximum impact in the other room. Everytime I felt like Jack was gonna withdraw the poppers, he kept switching to the other nostril. “You’re gonna fucking keep doing it til he comes back, slut.” I could barely see by the time the maximum impact was on my face. Everything was blurry, distorted, and small specks of light scattered my vision, but I was insatiable. I suddenly felt a breeze on my hole, as if it was the only part of my body I could feel, and it puckered begging for cock. Jack could see the change in my face, and I could only hear him mutter, “Fuck yeah, you’re not even gonna know what’s happening, bitch.” Once the towel was ready, he wrapped it around my face and pressed my face into the wall, forcing me to huff the cold chemicals. I could tell that only with the chemicals was Jack’s dick able to fit inside me without being excruciating. “Take it, slut.” And without warning, he began pounding me with the intention of ripping and damaging my pussy. His dick made loud sloshing noises as he pounded in me. I moaned uncontrollably into the towel as he spanked me as hard as he can. “Fuck, so full of cum, you nasty whore. It’s dripping out and clinging to my dick.” “Ng! Uh – ungh! Ahh!” I yelped, louder than I did with any of the previous men as I felt his monster dick bruising and shredding my insides, ripping past my inner sphincters. I felt pain in my limp dick as my jockstrap pressed against the sink while he railed me, one hand on the back of my head while the other held my waist. He licked and slurped my ear and neck, ignoring my cries. “Take it, you fucking whore. You said you like getting used? Then fucking take it!” Jack roared as he slammed into me, tightening his grip on me. He pulled all the way out, thrust all the way in, eliciting a scream, before he threw me on the floor on all fours. “Arch your back. Show off that cunt,” he demanded. I did so, pointing my hole up to him. I felt the warmth of his solid body surround my naked body as he plunged deep into me. I screamed. “Shut up, bitch. Just take my cock.” He ripped off one of his socks and gagged me with it. He wrapped one arm around my torso to stabilize me while he raised his other hand and brought it down hard on my face. He was much stronger than the other guys and didn’t hold back, and it was only because of the sock in my mouth that my teeth didn’t get knocked out. I was still seeing stars when another smack came from the other side, immediately followed by him slamming my face into the floor as he pummeled me. I screamed through the gag, but my cries only made him fuck me harder and smack me more. Completely straddling me, he impaled down into me while he stepped on my face with one foot. Fap, fap, fap – like a pogo stick, he pummeled into me as my insides lit on fire, sending me into a pleasure I could’ve never imagined. Never had a cock hurt me so good, and all I could think about is how it felt so good to be with Jack instead of Ben at that moment. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body rocked back and forth, slipping around in the oil and hard linoleum. Daddy Tony returned with a little baggy of tina and dug out a large rock. “Open your mouth, slut. You need more drugs. Daddy’s gonna waste you tonight. Fuck, Daddy’s gonna waste you all week.” He ripped the sock out of my mouth and between moans, he stuck the rock down my throat roughly with his finger. A harsh chemical taste filled every airway in my head, and with his finger in my mouth, I wretched and gagged. “Swallow it. Swallow it,” Tony demanded, and I did everything I could to keep it down. His finger was quickly followed by his filthy dick, filling me with the stench of a junkie who hasn’t showered in days. Layers of harsh odors flooded my face, including the wonderful stench of stale semen and chem sweat. He immediately started pissing, washing the rock down my gullet. Dark, almost brownish piss overflowed from my mouth, dripping on the floor. “Fucking nasty!” Jack roared from behind as he shoved my head hard into Tony’s dick. Daddy Tony stretched my mouth open, one thumb on each side as he pissed. He groaned with relief as Jack pumped even harder, his jaw clenched in concentration as he rammed my sloppy hole. Jack straddled me and got in my ear, his hard warm muscle constricting my slim, smooth, greasy figure. He put his mouth right behind my ear as he pumped, getting so close to the stream of piss that he likely caught a couple drops on his face. My eyes glared wide open, tweaked out of my mind and arching my back as hard as I can into Jack’s iron pole, hungrily slurping as much piss as I can from a never-ending stream that lasted over a minute. Finally, when he was done pissing down my gullet, Daddy Tony wiped his dick on my lips and knelt down until we were eye level. He looked as tweaked as I was, his eyes rabidly bulging, pupils dilated and soulless. Sweat dripped down his gray, leathery face into his beard. He balled up a wad of slimy, foamy spit, eyes filled with rage, and sprayed me all over my face, slightly blurring my vision as a thick thread dangled from my eyelash. I could tell there was no humanity in his body at that moment, just like me. It felt ridiculous that even he was once innocent, however long ago that might have been. Now, he was a filthy, cracked out deviant who wanted to violate and corrupt. “Tell me, boy. When is your man gonna notice you’re gone?” “He probably already does,” I gasped. “I haven’t checked texts in hours.” Daddy Tony started taking a video on his phone, the flash pointed right at my face. “I’m gonna send a video to your husband of you drugged up moaning like a SLUT, getting fucked in my piss on my bathroom floor. Then we’re gonna give you lots of drugs and make some money putting babies in that nasty cunt.” “FUCK yeah!” Jack roared. “Fuckk… I hope you get thrown onto the street once he sees me fucking you. We’ll take care of you real good, babe. If only we could knock you up, I’d be able to rent you for so fucking much.” “Not even good for breeding,” Daddy Tony spat. “The faggot’s just a toilet.” “FUCK DIRTY NASTY WHORE! TAKE MY NUT!” Jack hollered as he clenched me tight. He grabbed my hair and rammed me recklessly, one arm around my neck, 3 fingers of his other hand jammed down my throat. Even his fingers were muscular, not even slightly affected by my gagging. “Say hi to your husband, you fucking faggot!” I tried unsuccessfully to focus my eyes on the flash, gurgling a barely audible, “Hrr Brrn.” As he slid out, I felt the warm cream against my pussy lips, which made a little pop when his head came out. Spunk tinged with yellow from being churned with chem piss, trickled down my balls, staining my jockstrap, leaking a few droplets onto the ground. Jack scooped the drops up with a finger and jammed them in my cunt, eliciting a yelp from the sudden bony intrusion.

This is a (mostly) true story of how my fantasy became a reality. Part 1 I’m 5’9”, 145 lbs, and blonde with bright blue eyes. My twink body is covered in hair and usually had a bit of musk from running or working out - just the way a man should smell. For the past year is fantasized and watched poz porn, but never thought I’d do it because of what I thought would be the repercussions. I was visiting my buddy in Kansas City on a hot weekend in August this summer. We visited a couple of gay bars but they were too packed with people and catching COVID made us both too nervous to stay out long. Little did I know I’d be catching something even stronger that night. We picked up some beer and went back to his place but being in a big city had me really turned on - I always love sampling the new guys when I visit a city. It wasn’t long before I was on Grindr with the name “All loads 👌🏼“ and a picture of my muscular stomach. Pretty soon the messages started rollin in and I lined up a couple hookups back to back. I told my buddy I was going to meet up with some other friends and hopped in my car to the first hookup. As I drove up, I looked at the pics he had sent over - every one showed a huge black cock and muscular, oddly veiny stomach. I thought nothing of it and, as I pulled up my heart began to race. This apartment building looked like a giant trap house and I knew nothing could would come of it. I opened Grindr again in my car and teased my hole until I thought “Fuck it, I need that dick’s cum inside me.” I took a deep breath and walked inside, up three flights of stairs, past busted out doors and ripped up carpets. My heart sped as I got to the apartment number and heard moaning on the other side. Without knocking, I walked into see a thick muscular black guy and his buddy sitting in the couch naked, both stroking giant cocks and watching some TIM porn. I immediately slid off my shorts (I wasn’t wearing underwear) and got in front of them to lube up their cocks with my throat. While I was sucking the guy that hit me up on Grindr, he pushed my head all the way down his cock and held it there. His buddy got up and started eating my hole out, sucking my loose hole into his mouth and around his younger. Suddenly he switched and shoved his rock hard cock into my ass without letting me suck him off. He immediately went to town and the pain was excruciating but soon my ass was wet and I breathed through the pain to relax my hole. He let out a chuckle and nudged his buddy whose cock was still fucking the back of my throat to look at something but didn’t say anything else. “You fucking slut - you’re little faggot hole opened right up for me didnt it” he said as he kept fucking me harder. Soon I felt his body start to tense and without warning he yelled out “Take my fucking kids you little slut.” He so Ed his cock all the way in and we both moaned as the Grindr guy pulled my face up to kiss him and look in my eyes. He slid out of me and they switched positions, but I noticed that his cock had cum mixed with what looked like blood fed around the base. He noticed my look and laughed then said, “Yeah I got your ass nice and opened up in every way for my boy here. Don’t worry, he’ll make sure you get loaded good”...

I've developed a thing for ass to mouth. Especially after a guy breeds me.

Love feeling guys pump their loads in my hole. The most recent time was in Berlin now in April. Started the night by taking 3 loads in my hotel room. Horny guys who needed to dump a load before going to work. After that went with a bud to the bars, was busy for Easter. We had a few drinks then into the darkroom where I was loaded 3 more times by total strangers. Didn’t see 2 of the guys they just took their turns to dump a load into an easy cummy hole 🐽 Then my bud and I went to the leather bar New Action. Lots of hot leather outfits. Quickly found our way into the darkroom. Got fucked there by 5 guys and got 3 loads. Very sloppy and cummy at this point. One guy ate out some loads before fucking me to add his own to the sloppy mess. A guy stood over me and was pimping me out for an hour. So hot! Was very tired at that point but ended the night in true Berlin fashion at the Bull. Straight to the bench and bend over for anyone to enjoy. Pushed out a little bit for a nice cum fart that some guys noticed and quickly decided they wanted to enjoy that. Had a big dicked fella fuck me for 10 min until he came hard. Then came a felcher who fucked me a bit, made me eat his cum glazed cock. Then turned me around again and I pushed more loads into his mouth, then we kissed and fed them between us 💦🐽 After that a couple more fucks and loads until the queue was over for my hole. Took a break and then went home, all fucked and pigged out 🐽💦

Love public sex especially when spun

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.

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

My record in 24 hours is 19 loads. I was having fun with buddies before going to Cumunion. I was so sloppy and loose. Having all those sperm loads inside me was such a rush. Most of the sperm was from total strangers. I need to get back to that high load count. Its so hot!!

9. The twink grinned and said, “Do you wanna know my name first?” “Nope,” I replied closing the distance between us, “I just want to see what you’re packing. I should warn you though. You’re not getting sloppy seconds.” “He didn’t cum in you?” “Oh he did, but sloppy seconds implies he was the first one to fuck me today.” “And he wasn’t” “I had two big loads of cum in me before I picked up your uncle at the pool.” “Fuck! Maybe being into pigs is hereditary.” He pulled his shirt off over his head and closed the last of the distance between up. He grabbed me around the middle and kissed me deeply. His tongue pressing into my mouth as his hands explored my naked body. He wasn’t as hairless as I had guessed he would be. When he’d pulled his shirt off I’d caught a flash of dense light brown hair bursting out of his pits. He had a wide treasure trail shooting up from his shorts and covering most of his lower abdomen. In the middle of his chest grew a small oval of dense hair, and there was a swirl around each of his pink nipples. I ran my hands down his body towards my quarry, the straining bulge in the front of his running shorts. I grabbed at his crotch through the fabric just as I had done not an hour ago with this guy’s uncle. Jesus, was every guy in this family blessed with a big fucking dick? The twink’s cock was only a little narrower than Chris had been, but it was several inches longer. Along with that I felt big full balls desperate to be drained swinging beneath. He let go of my ass cheeks and pushed his shorts to the ground. “So, you like what you see?” “How can I say no to a beautiful cock like this,” and it was beautiful, erupting out from a wild tangle of unkempt light brown pubes, his shaft was long and straight with a heavy pair of veins snaking their way up each side. The head was wide and flat, the shaft a consistent meaty girth the full length. Truly, there was no way I could have said no once I’d seen that cock. I wanted it inside of me so bad. “How does it compare?” “To your uncle?” “Yeah?” “Big cocks must be genetic. His is fatter but yours is longer.” I was stroking him now, sliding my hand slowly along the length. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. The twink put his hands on the back of my head and guided his dick into my throat instinctively. I swallowed him down getting half the length down my throat in a single go. We both moaned. He twisted his fingers into my hair and I grabbed him by the hips. I slowly began to build up a rhythm using my hands to pull him deeper into my throat. Each time a pulled his crotch towards me and his dick head slid past my tonsils he groaned. His head was tossed back and his eyes closed. He wasn’t a daddy by any stretch but he did look fucking sexy with his face contorted in bliss and I sucked him. He grunted and said, “Fuck. I don’t wanna blow down your throat. Where’s your bed.” I pulled back and let his cock drop from my mouth. My chin was covered in spit, and my eyes were watering a little. I took a few deep breaths. “Follow me.” I got up off the floor and led him into the bedroom. Walking close behind me, he pushed me onto the bed as soon as we were in the room. I fell forward onto the mattress and immediately put my chest down and stuck my ass up. “Damn. That’s a pretty fucking hole. So puffy and used. There’s even a little cum dripping out of it. Fuck…” his hands were on my cheeks again. Then I felt his tongue. He buried his smooth face between my cheeks and thrust his tongue into my welcoming hole. I moaned into the bedsheets. It felt so good to have my used ass eaten out like that. It took a few seconds for me to register that this guy was eating his uncle’s load out of my hole. That thought made my cock and hole twitch. “That feel good?” “Fuck yes! You like eating your uncle’s cum out of my used ass.” “God yes. Its so fucking hot. It’s the piggiest thing I’ve ever done.” “Being fucked by two members of the same family back to back might be the piggiest thing I’ve ever done.” “And my dick’s not even inside you yet.” “What are you waiting for then?” “You want my dick now?” “Fuck yes pig. Stick that big raw dick in me. Fuck me with your uncle’s load.” “Fuck!” He leapt up and practically slammed his cock into me. In one move he had two thirds of the long straight shaft buried in my quivering hole. I practically screamed in shock and pleasure. Grabbing me by the hips in another move wildly reminiscent of his uncle, he pressed the rest of his cock inside me. We both let out a satisfied sigh as his narrow hips came to rest against my ass. Then he pulled back and started to fuck. The twink was obviously worked up and this wasn’t going to be some long passionate fuck. The act of finally fulfilling his fantasty had him at the edge from the start. He quickly started to pant and then suddenly pulled out. “Flip over,” he commanded. I rolled onto my back and pulled my knees up. Leaning over me he sunk his dick back into my guts. We both growned and then he started hammering again. Sweat glistened on his face and a single bead ran down his chest to get lost in the little patch of hair between his pecs. Looking up at his face as he fucked me felt odd. He was so different even than Alex that it seemed almost unreal. Yet his cock was sending bolts of electricity through me. In that moment a though crystalized in my mind: I was into daddies, I loved bears, there was nothing in the world more attractive in the world than a hairy man with a little meat on his bones; but when it came down to it I was just a cum pig and a big dick was a big dick. It felt good to let go of that block, to understand I would always go for the bear, the daddy, the furry guy first, but I would never be able to turn down a big raw cock. I felt bliss washing over me. It was like an out of body experience. It felt similar to the first time I had let Danny inside me, and when I had taken Daniel’s dick at Alex’s that first time. It was a wall breaking, a new level being reached. I felt at peace with myself and my sexuality. It felt good. The twink was ramping up again. “Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” “Yeah! Breed me!” “Oh fuck yes… shit… fucking take…” He closed his eyes tight, and his face scrunched up and he rammed his cock home one more time. I felt the pulse travel up his shaft as the first wave of his cum erupted into my well bred ass. For what seemed like a solid minute he gasped and squirmed as his dick throbbed inside me. Wave after wave of semen pumped out of his engorged cock head. It was magical. It took several minutes after his orgasm ended for his breathing to return to normal and his eyes to open again. He blinked at me as if he was coming out of a daze. Then he smiled. “Fuck, that was amazing. Your ass… and my uncle’s load… fuck… it just felt.” “How did it feel to fulfill your fantasy?” His dick was still slowly deflating in my hole. “Amazing. Are you… are you gonna see him again?” “Chris?” “Yeah.” “Possibly. If I give you my number…” “You want me to text you if he fucks me again so you can enjoy using his load as lube?” “Fuck yes!” “Hell yeah, let me get my phone.”

I have attended two hiv funerals. Apart from the feeling of great loss and sorrow as both had hard sickness deaths. I was so bloody horny. I felt evil having these feelings. But i know one day that will be in the box from a hiv sickness. And hope there is the odd hard dick there thinking of me.

I'm not really sure what the boundaries of Schoneberg are, but there is/was an abandoned, somewhat crumbling building - maybe 5,6 stories high (as I recall) not too far away from Schoneberg (I heard someone say that it was an abandoned cigarette factory - no idea if that's true or not), and at night (of course, there's no power inside) it's a fantastic playground. I remember we had to take a taxi to get there, but it wasn't a long ride. The upper stories are closed off, but the first floor - a large open manufacturing area (all the machinery/equipment is long gone, of course) surrounded by what must have been offices arcing around the main floor area is completely dark. Some of those former offices are empty - some are full of rutting men - and occasionally some guy will light a cigarette - and for an instant you can see men is every conceivable sexual act steeping in their Lusts .... then, back to the complete, utter blackness. accompanied by the grunts, groans, sighs of ecstasy, guttural expressions of pure pleasure. Mere words fail to describe the thrill ....

We didn't. He and @drscorpio are both in LA and now access the site using VPN software. Which is a general technical solution to the blocking problem.

I was a total top for years and eventually started bottoming but always with a condom. I had met a serious boyfriend and we were together every night. Our sex was passionate, we were versatile and always used condoms. I remember the night vividly as he was at my house in my bed. We were making out, kissing and I started to suck his dick. He was rock hard and I was slobbering on it getting it especially wet. I then got up and slowly sat on it until he was balls deep and I was sitting flat on his stomach. There were no words exchanged as I started riding him. It didnt take long and soon he said he was getting really close. I didn't say anything and kept riding him when he said "I don't have a condom on and I'm going to cum soon" I replied "cum inside me" within seconds he starts moaning and shooting. We never used a condom again

A top dealer i used to to be a bottom whore for had lots of jocks, and he would have me wear the ones hed worn previously. It was hot as fuck.

This is super hot. When I first started being a cumslut, I was in a committed relationship and would cheat every once in a while but when I started getting High with “connects” they would get me so fucken spun I wouldn’t give a shit. It took me a year to break up with him I couldn’t get myself to do it cuz it was so hot and he never found out I was about being promoted as a party slut cum dump sometimes only a few blocks from his apt

Yes, I was used by an older cousin. Given the age difference, he was basically an uncle to me with the power dynamic.

Hey,I finally scored a bag last week and remembered that I have this little spot on the internet. I'm not sure where the direction of this story is heading, but I told myself that I won't make new topics. So..... When everyone left the room, I saw myself on the floored mattress in a full length mirror, trying to maintain any sense of control I had with only my head capable of tilting. My limbs remained tightly bound to each edge of the bed, as was the metal plug that was in me which I found to be dense and acted as a sort of anchor. I could barely lift my hips or alter the angles of how spread out I was when gravity was working against my favour. It was due to the plug too that I didn't bother to keep track nor realize how long I was left in the room for I began to feel a different kind of spun from absorbing Cameron's piss, a kind where I evolved to be more uninhibited than I imagined, allowing me to understand that this debauchery I found myself in is something that is inherently within me. I had already submitted myself to temptation base on my behaviour, yet I was hesitant to fully accept myself. I lacked confidence. Up until this moment, I believed that it was justifiable to suppress these desires. A sort of futile mental exercise. This belief, whether I want to admit it or not was attributed to the possibility of a future where Devin was still there. The future, I start to envision, was one where I no longer carried any shame in expressing my lust, a future where I embrace the pig that was always in me. I no longer saw his role in my life. It was a hindrance to my calling, a denial to the true nature that has manifested in the reflection I currently observed. Gagged, face down, spread out and about to be at anyone's disposal. Trance music being played continuously had also made it difficult to distinguish time. Not much can be heard beyond the walls that surround me besides the muffled noises which gradually turned to voices that got louder. The additional guests must have arrived. Under the door behind me, shadows flickered through the gaps, not revealing much on who or what was about to come. I try to pick apart the voices and the footsteps. 4, or 5 maybe? I heard a new voice, louder than the rest, announcing how it's been a while since there was a new recruit, how it's always fulfilling to find one, and how exclusive it was to be in this group. Another chimed in with enthusiasm, eager to breed since he stopped taking his meds the longest out of the rest, certain that he had the most potent load. Given the state I was in, I had to contain my excitement when I heard what was said. My breaths got deeper and louder, almost feral like. Slowly, something was building up in me. My purpose was to serve and show my dedication to these men. My anticipation distorted my perception of time further. From the moment Klaus opened the door, to the last person closing it, the period I had been left alone felt shorter than it was for the men to enter the room. 7 who entered. 3 who I had already been acquainted with and 4 new faces. Nude and physically built in the best way possible. Naturally, the outlines of some of their veins were more apparent than others. All of them were fit, or had been fit at some point in their lives and were carrying a kind of saggy weight that didn't make them any less attractive. Ludwig must've been the oldest. I carefully registered each of them. It was no longer a reminder that these were who I am submitting myself to. It was a fact. It was a moment of fully processing the decisions I've made. I had to assure myself of this to remove any hesitancy that I felt that first night Ludvig. A circle formed around me with Ludvig in his original position, looking down at my head at 12 o'clock. Cameron on his left, Klaus on his right. Ludvig started to speak. He introduced Chris, who I've come to learnt had the loud voice. He was a few years younger than Klaus, maybe late 30s, at least 6'2 and was stocky, carrying the most muscle out of everyone. His chest was huge and so were the areolas that surrounded his nipples. The volume of both his arms framed his tits symmetrically, cushioning both pecs in a jiggly way. His pits were hairy, bush popping out through the cleavage of his arms, blonder than the crop cut spotted on his head. That was the first thing I noticed bout Chris. I couldn't wait to devour myself in those curly pits. Below, a hard beer belly which concealed his actual abs. The 9 inch cock he had reminds me of an elephant trunk, girth starting wide and thinner towards the head. I wasn't sure if he was a grower or a shower but my intuition tells me it's the former. His thighs were massive, and his ass, just like his chest were bubbly and shaped like a peach. You can tell he never left his prime top or bottom phase. I was definitely in awe of Chris, but my eyes were set for Cameron. Chris' Origin Although Cameron spent more time with Ludvig and Klaus, it was Chris who became the third member. Klaus and him had work at a construction firm where at times, rather than joining their other fellow comrades for lunch, both men would spend 1-on-1 in a porta-potty that only they both have access to. What started as a regular pump and blow session turned to pump and dumps with Chris receiving most of the dumps. Once, Chris had to climb down a crane after their lunch that wasn't really a lunch. During his descent, some guys pointed out a dark stain forming right underneath his jeans, speculating that he pissed himself cause of his supposed fear of heights. The moment he reached the ground, Klaus was already waiting and gave him a look that could only mean one thing. Chris, who couldn't afford to extend any more of his embarrassment gave into the jokes the other workers made and excused himself to the portable, leading the way for Klaus. He trailed slowly, passing through the site casually til he spotted their portable, taking a moment for Chris to first enter before following. In an easy pull, Klaus swung the door wide and was please to have an ass fully present itself to him. Chris bent his leg, pushing his hips backward with both hands wide apart and gripped onto the blue pvc wall. His hole was still dripping Klaus's cum. The Hanes trunks he worn was partially soaked, no longer white but cream like with yellow hues. Chris, hearing the door opened apologized to Klaus that he couldn't hold it in and that he didn't know he was tasked to climb up. Klaus dismissed his apology, grabbed the trunks to force Chris to inhale and proceeded to rest his head on his shoulder. He whispered that it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't be sorry for a non-mistake. Chris inhaled as much as he could, slowly forming a hard on. Klaus continued rub the trunks on Chris before going for it himself. He then reached his hand down to scoop the cum from Chris's ass with his fingers to feed Chris, who proceeded to suck the fingers off. Klaus, feeling Chris' mouth, took more cum with his right hand added the rest of the fingers into him, coating and feeling the shape and texture of his gums and mortars before pulling forcefully pulling out. Just by placing his palm onto the side of his thigh, followed by a light brush, Chris nodded and arched his back to give Klaus access. Legs bent to squat, Klaus' lips met Chris' hole and with a few smooches, Klaus' tongue intruded his hole, taking in as much he could. Normally, he would not eat Chris' ass out during their lunch 1-on-1s due to the time constraint though now, despite being on the clock, no one was looking for either of them. Klaus didn't realize he had came into Chris that much. When he came, it wasn't this much. He had to carefully collect the cum which at first dripped, now gushed, with his tongue as his only tool, turning its shape to a scoop to not waste a drop. Klaus wasn't the type to make quick assumptions and even if someone else had bred Chris, it would only make him respect Chris more. After all, it was Klaus who awakened the kind of primal lust that Chris initially taught was the only one to have. With his hole no longer wet and Klaus mouth' full, half of what was felched, Klaus swallowed and the other half given to Chris in spits and kisses that both men had discovered to enjoy when they first had to gotten to know one another. Right as Klaus finished giving Chris the last bit of cum he had left, he looked at his shiny amber eyes and smirked, asking if he's had anyone else who fucked him today. Chris, who was now in post cumeating clarity knew the jig was up. Instead of the usual puppy eyes reaction Klaus had expected, Chris pouted, raised his brows and nod. Klaus could only reply with a nonchalant uhuh. He could ask who it was but both men understood that those questions were not and should not be brought up, given the nature of their friendship. Klaus could also inquire more from Chris, just out of curiosity to know where he actually was on a kink level. As it was, Klaus met Chris on the job and both men only fucked on the job. None talked about life outside of the site and Klaus' thought process with Chris was that rubbers ruins their appreciation for cum. Klaus had always thought of Chris as straight, but into cum, hence Chris telling Klaus how he thought he was the only one who was not just into cum, but fascinated by it. A certain primal lust in relation to cum that he couldn't explain. No mention of men or fucking at all. Neither women which gave Klaus the benefit of the doubt and idea that Chris just didn't see gender. He had watched the porn, yet never acted on any form of act that he'd consider gay. Chris seemed, as average as a dude was. In construction, lifts heavy, never misses NHL, ticks all the boxes. The average dude was also most likely to be down low and seek casual encounters on Grindr as a favourite past time. Chris had been into men exclusively, as hard as he tried to tell the world other wise. Catching Klaus watching a cumdump porn video one time when the portables were being installed (and doors nonexistent) was one of those times that Chris would never forget. They haven't even introduced themselves. Klaus knew he was being watched by Chris and was not bothered in the slightest. He found Chris to be very cute. In the video Klaus had, clips where guys were smoking while being railed would be replayed a few times. Chris, watching from a far didn't question much, thinking that it was merely a mini hookah. In the buildup to their friendship, an unwritten routine had formed. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, during break, Klaus would go to his preferred portable, seat on the ground and back onto the door that faced the opposite direction, shielding himself from the site view. He'd then take out his phone and play a clip, always gay porn, and watch as entertainment without touching his cock. For a while, this was difficult for Chris because most of what Klaus watched, Chris had gotten off countless of times. Chris also felt seen because he never knew that someone else was into the genre of filth that he was, they were videos focused on cum or cumdumps,with fluids being exchanged with zero waste The only vids Klaus watched that Chris never understood was the one with the hookahs, and another with biohazard graphic frequently being animated. It reminded him of the poster at the entrance where they would sign in. Chris didn't mind when there was a change in what Klaus watched, he saw it as a learning opportunity. The ice finally broke one Thursday afternoon in August. The heat had made everyone miserable to the point where deadlines didn't matter much. Klaus, only in a cotton tanktops and jeans, laid at his usual spot. He took out a clip of two colleagues in business attire sucking one another in the washroom. When the top positioned his cock into the bottom, Klaus started to unbuckle his pants. Chris stood up and tried to get closer peak at what Klaus was packing. Klaus, irritated by the heat was desperate to bust a nut and feel some form of relief. He hard footsteps which he knew was Chris. Turning his head around with his wayfarers pulled up, Klaus looked at Chris who froze in silence. Klaus' only words were, "Do you mind sucking my dick off?" *** The rest was history. The more they fooled around and got to know each other, the more Klaus saw how raunchy Chris was. Klaus came more than once when Chris took his first cock. His ass was tighter than any of the usual guys Klaus had. He'd tell Ludvig, who he smoked T with everytime payday comes bout how great Chris' cunt was. Different angle gave a different sensation. Klaus described it as if a fleshlight's inner lining was made out of honeycomb. Klaus even took videos of Chris taking his cock. His moans were different in each vid, probably from the way Klaus was positioning himself. Ludvig would be lying if he didn't feel a bit of a turn on from watching Chris. Even when he took Klaus' dick in his mouth, Chris did it with passion. You would think Klaus was faking from how clean his dick would be after he came. Chris had skills Ludvig was very interested in. Ludvig and Klaus normally meet on Friday evenings where one would host and each would get a bottom spun out for the rest of the night to their liking. A recurring joke Ludvig had come up was to ask Klaus in the morning after the party ends if the honeycomb's cunt was better than the different boys they had. The results varied and neither kept scored. All Ludvig knew was that he had to try Chris' ass soon. He wanted to hear those moans in real time. Thinking bout his firm ass would make him leak precum. He was envious of Klaus. Not only he has someone to regularly fuck raw at work, he also does this thing every 2 weeks. Apart from partying together, both Klaus and Ludvig were also bounded by blood. They had both been willingly pozzed by Helmut, who acted as a mentor, a father figure even. Even though meds were already commercially available and he was still in the latent stage, Helmut refused. Sealing his fate, his only wish was to pass on his legacy. A legacy that wasn't just lessons and methods to be passed on pertaining to the lifestyle these men lead, but also the strain he had. It wasn't a question for either men when Helmut made the request. There was a bond that they were tied to. Fortunately, both were on meds from the start, and neither of them faced any major health issues. They had carefully planned it though both of them knew that some day, they will do the same thing that Helmut had done. Monthly test and checkups were an afterthought and sometimes they forget that they were poz. Still, Ludvig sometimes think about Klaus and Chris, how Klaus stopped applying much of what Helmut taught them by guarding himself off against the world. Ludvig thought bout how ignorant Klaus was to just use Chris as a play toy during work. One Saturday morning, after the boys left, Klaus asked Ludvig if he thought of inviting Chris. "From what you're telling me, this man needs to see more than just the screen of your iPhone max." Maybe, or maybe Chris was content. Average guy Chris, remember who doesn't need much to get him going. Getting Klaus' weekly deposit was all he could ask for. Unlike the other advices that Ludvig unsolicitedly gave, the one bout Chris lingered on his mind longer than usual. As much as he was just a hole, there was also a connection. A sort of feeling that Klaus knew was too late to turn back. Discovering that another man had cum in Chris shouldn't bother him but somehow, it did. Was it just another man? If it was only one man he'd still feel slighted for the amount of cum he lapped out of Chris was def Top 10 and if it was more than one, do I need to reconsider how I see Chris? As much as he tried to play it cool, the question what ifs now wouldn't stop entering his thoughts, with the big what ifs somewhere along the lines of; "What if he enjoyed getting fuck by the other dude /dudes more than he did with me?" *** Chris didn't think it was possible to get a reaction out of Klaus. For the first time, after working together for almost a year and a half did he see a look of uncertainty coming out of him. Unlike the first time he stared at Klaus with his porn, he captured a moment where Klaus, whose mouth was still slathered with cum, vulnerable for the first time. He had an imaginary upper hand. He realized his self worth in what had transpired .He learned that he actually looked decent and guys built as big as him are kinda rare. This was an advantage that he committed to making full use of. If it weren't for the user on the apps telling him how much potential he had, he prolly wouldn't have gotten bred. Despite having the app for almost 5 months, Chris didn't dare to put up a pic of him and all the conversations he had went nowhere. Only when he uploaded a tipsy photo of himself in the washroom of the bar he was at did his phone nudged more than it ever had. He was in a muscle tank and his cap flipped backwards. The one that got his attention came from a profile whose age was 52. His name at this point should not be a surprise. It read, "You look like a guy who doesn't like to waste cum" How little did he know...

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:)

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.

My last load I gave was at Banana Video, in Chicago, A hungry guy blew me in a glory hole and took my load. The last load I took, was while cruising at a local forest preserve. Bred the guy and then he gave me a load after.

The scene when Vince sampled Marks ass while he slept

Some people simply enjoy the convenience of a nearby sex partner. When I lived in Houston I was pleasantly surprised to discover a man living in my building that I'd recently hooked up with at a local bathhouse. It was a 30 minute effort to get to the bathhouse. He was 2 floors below me. It didn't matter who made the call....me or him..., but we could be naked and sucking one another's cock in 5 minutes.

Its always been the case. In any given venue - bathhouse, online, sex party, gay app - at least 30% of the men are married. Usually depends on day/time of day. Late evenings/night you get the single guys. Rush hour and lunch time is peak activity for married men.

Trust me, my nephew will never be homeless. He knows that we will take him in at any time if it’s needed, but that means he has to cut strings with his life there, just as I did. Not that we’d force him, just that it’s the only way he can be who he is. I know from personal experience. Unfortunately, after a quarter of a century, I’m being dragged back into it (family business) even though I fled 900 miles to get away.

I’m trying to find a place like Backstreet in London. Possibly Bunker Bar? Backstreet was an education. It was a place that felt like home. My first few visits were fairly safe affairs, then I felt more into it and a cop friend forced me to swallow his load. A few visits later I was fucking a guy in the toilets and he pissed over me which began another fascination. I’d always been safe but one night I found myself being fucked and took my first raw load which led me further down the slippery slope. I was upgraded into the brotherhood a few years later and revisited there reborn as a pozpig and it was fantastic to just bend over in the dark and feel my rubbered ass get unzipped by fellow rubber pigs and accept their loads no question. Being in a throng with poppered up pigs was heaven, and able to call most of them ‘brother’ was even hotter.

My porn crush is the one and only BOBBY BLAKE! It’s too bad he performed during the 90s and early 2000s, where condoms were a thing. I would have loved to watch him unload his balls in a twink’s stretched out hole.

Part 4 Stu: I came to and smiled back at Danny who was looking at me intently. If he didn’t have a big smile on his face, I would have thought he was pissed at me for fucking him. “You ok?” I asked and he replied “Hell, yeah.” He then asked if he was ok, since it was his first time with a guy. I laughed and then told him he was much more than “ok.” I told him I was sorry, but we weren’t going to get to do “more” today and he laughed. We talked and he asked some questions about things we did and how he could be better. About all I could offer was to keep practicing and find out what works best for him and to listen for cues from his partner. We got up from the bed a little while later and headed to the shower. I watched him drip a trail of cum across the floor and couldn’t help but laugh. He apologized and I told him that he shouldn’t - it was a sign that he got his partner off and that most bottoms consider it a badge of honor. I wasn't going to tell him about wet spots on the rear of his jeans as he walks home from a hookup or the baths. He would learn soon enough. We showered and I had him push out most of the cum in his ass. He looked a little sad as he watched it go down the drain. We found our clothes and put them on before walking back upstairs. “Thanks, Stu. You don’t know how much this meant to me” he said as we got to the door. “My pleasure, Danny” I replied. He gave me a big hug and a quick kiss and then turned to open the door. “Same time tomorrow?” I asked and he quickly responded “Oh yeah!” —— Danny: When Stu woke back up, he asked me if I was OK. I gave him an enthusiastic “Hell yeah” and then paused. I then asked him if I was a “good fuck, for my first time.” He reassured me that I was better than ok and I hoped he was being honest. I had never asked my sex partner how I was before and wasn’t sure if he was telling me the truth or telling me what I wanted to hear. I guess I would find out in the next few days. If he wanted to have sex again, I must have really been ok. If not, then I will know I sucked. We got up to go shower in the one he had set up in the basement. It was an open shower with no walls on it. There were several drains in the floor and a few shower heads. As I walked over there I could feel the cum drip out of my butt and down my legs. I tried to clench my butt to hold it all in but I couldn’t. Stu actually laughed at me and I told him I was sorry. He told me that it was normal and it was a good thing. Part way through the shower he told me to squat and push out the cum so it didn’t drip out on my way home and in front of my parents. I squeezed most of it out, but I wanted to keep some of it inside me. It just felt so good knowing I had another man’s seed inside me. We got dressed and when I got upstairs I sniffed to see if I could smell cum, but thankfully I couldn’t. I told Stu how much I appreciated him giving me my first gay sex experience. I gave him a hug and kiss and he asked me if I was going to come over the next day. I told him yes and then headed back home. I was really happy as I walked home, having one big question in my life answered. I was gay. Not bisexual, not straight. I was meant to have sex with other men. I would just have to figure out when and how to tell my parents and friends. My parents seemed to notice my happier than normal demeanor at dinner and even commented about it. I just told them it had been a good day with great weather and I was starting to get excited about heading to college. It seemed to satisfy them and they didn’t seem to notice my fidgeting in my chair during dinner from my aching hole. The pain was real and I know it got a lot of abuse earlier but I loved every second. —— Stu: It had been a while since I had taken a guy’s virginity and Danny had probably been the best. He was eager and seemed to enjoy whatever I tried. I was a little concerned when he had hugged and kissed me before he left. I hoped he wasn’t getting too attached and was thinking that we were going to have anything other than a sexual relationship. I guess we were already friends so maybe it would be a fuck buddy relationship. There was also the issue of the viral load I had just pumped into him. I'm not sure how potent it is, but there are a few more poz guys in the burbs now that I've moved here and stopped my meds. Up to now, the florist has been the most fun since he's a real slut that can never get enough dick and gets fucked by at least a dozen guys regularly, but I think he's on PrEP. Now I had Danny and while he was going to head off to college in 11 days, I needed to work quickly. I didn't want to share him with any of the locals since I know how much these people gossip. No, it would be my dick that would be spending most of the time in his ass for the next week and a half. I wasn't going to push him too fast, but soon he'd be taking multiple loads each day inside that fertile boy pussy. With any luck he'd be shooting his own potent seed in his first month at State. —— Danny: The next day, I was over at Stu’s house and we worked on the last bedroom. He suggested I take my shirt off right away and to take my shorts off too so I was just wearing my jockstrap. He said he liked looking at my nearly naked body and I told him he had to do the same. It felt good having someone want to see me naked. I wondered if he found me sexy or just liked to be around naked guys. We worked up a good sweat and ended up leaving the boxes for the trash in the kitchen since we didn’t want to parade outside nearly naked for the neighbors to see. At one point he pulled his phone out and snapped a few pictures of me. We got a little silly and took pictures like they do for the cases of porn videos. I was leaning against the wall with my ass pushed out, bent over the bed, foot on a box showing my spread butt. Stu even took a few more normal pics I could use for an online profile including a few nude pics. He really liked watching me stroke my cock to get it hard for another couple pictures. Stu looked at me and asked “Mind if I send a couple of these to some buddies of mine? I won’t show your face.” “Sure" I replied. He picked out three and then added them to a group chat on his phone. I saw a few of the other pictures that other guys had sent and they were really hot. The pics he sent were me bent over the bed, spread against the wall and a closeup of my bruised hole with a caption of “tapped this 20yo virgin yesterday.” I was proud that he wanted to brag about fucking me to his friends. A few minutes later a few messages came in. Stu showed them to me - “you gonna share?” “nailed him good" "can he walk?” and “I’m next.” “We’ll take a few action shots tomorrow. You should keep those hidden on the sites and send them out only to guys that are really serious about meeting” he told me. “Why tomorrow?” I asked since I was hoping we could fuck again that day. “I figured you would be too sore for anything today” he replied. I grinned back at him and said “I guess we’ll find out.” He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom. —— Stu: I was happy when he showed up the next day, eager to work. As much as I wanted to just spend the afternoon fucking his brains out, I didn't want him to think that was all I was interested in. I did want to see if he was up for more, so I suggested he work in just his jockstrap and flipflops. It proved easier than I thought, but he said he'd only do it if I did too. He looked hot walking around in just his jockstrap getting sweatier by the second. The pouch of his jockstrap was pretty full the entire time, so I knew he was turned on. We played around a little while we cleaned up one of the bedrooms. It was mostly grab-ass types of play, but we did suck each other for a minute or two and I got to rim his sweaty ass briefly. We took a break and were drinking some water when I suggested taking a few pictures for him to put up on his profiles. It didn't take long and we got carried away, taking campy photos like they use for porn promo shots. He looked damn hot sticking his ass out, stroking his cock, playing with his nips and sensually licking his lips. I sent him all of the pics and then asked if I could share a few of them with some of my buddies. He agreed without thinking much about it and I picked three good ones that were sure to get my friends eager to pound his ass. It didn't take long and there were replies in the group message and I showed them to Danny. He seemed surprised that my friends all wanted to fuck him. I also got a few private messages asking for more sordid details and one guy even offered me $500 to let him poz Danny. Gio was a little pissed when I said "no" and told him it was going to be my seed that does the deed and he'd already taken the first load. When we finished up cleaning, I told Danny that we could take some action shots the next day. He could send them out to guys he was interested in meeting to prove he wasn't just talking a good game. He asked why tomorrow and when I told him I thought he might be too sore to fuck today he gave me a wicked smile and said "Let's find out!" I didn't need to be told twice and I dragged him to my bedroom. I gave him a little push toward the bed and he eagerly jumped up and had his ass hanging off the edge. "Where'd you learn that move?" I asked and he quickly replied "I've been watching some porn trying to learn what to do." -- Danny: I had spent most of last night thinking about our fuck. At first, I worried about Stu not using a condom, but then I remembered how good it felt when he shot his cum inside me. I'd never get that feeling if he covered his cock. And then I wondered if a latex covered cock would feel like the dildo I tried. His bare cock went in a lot easier than when I tried to push that dildo in. Maybe those girls would have liked sex with me more if I hadn't used a condom. I had decided the feeling of a uncovered cock was worth any risks. Besides, I was sure Stu was experienced enough to know how to avoid getting any sexually transmitted diseases. My dreams that night were just replays of Stu fucking me and I woke covered in cum. I jumped on his bed and looked around. This time I knew a lot more about Stu than I did the last time I was in his bedroom and figured that Stu had probably fucked all of the guys in the pictures. I saw him set his phone down on the nightstand. I almost shot my load right away when he rubbed his damp, sweaty jock over my face. The only scent it was missing was his cum, but it had plenty of his sweat and a trace of piss. He stuffed the jockstrap into my mouth and then began licking my ass. The ring on his cock pushed against my hole and I relaxed, wanting to feel his dick back inside me. Stu didn't spend much time stretching my hole open, he just got my hole soaked in spit and drove his shaft in. I was still sore from the fuck the day before and he wasn't nearly as gentle as last time. I kind of liked it though and thought that he was now treating me like one of his usual bottoms. Maybe it was just me rationalizing it to alleviate my fears of being a bad sex partner. A few times he got too rough and I cried out. Each time, he would back off and try something different. It seemed like he was trying to make it just as pleasurable for me as it was for him. There was no reason that him pounding his bare cock into my ass should feel that good, but it did. We moved into a few positions, each making his cock jab into new places inside me. I knew my cock was leaking and was happy that it was mostly dripping on the floor instead of the bed. Stu laid on my back and I felt his sweaty chest stick to my equally sweaty back. He asked if I wanted him to cum in me again and I yelled out "Oh fuck yeah!" and "Please! Fill me up!" but the spit soaked jock that was in my mouth just turned it into nothing intelligible. A couple seconds later I just screamed out "MMM... HMM" and he seemed to understand that. He fucked harder and then started to shoot his cum inside me again. I could feel his cock pulse around my ass ring and it went on forever. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up so we were standing, his cock still deep inside me. Stu slowly pulled the spit covered jock out of my mouth and I immediately told him how good it felt. He asked if I wanted more and like a greedy puppy I told him yes. As much as I wanted to experience fucking a partner, I also loved the feeling of a cock drilling me until it filled my gut with cum. -- Stu: He was on his knees on the bed and gave me a little butt wiggle. It was cute to see how eager he was to be my fuck toy again. I clicked record on my phone's camera and set it down, leaning it against the picture frame I'd spent a half hour positioning to get a good view of a bed fuck. Peeling off my sweaty jock, I rubbed it over his face and then stuffed it into his mouth. I pushed him on to his stomach before slapping each ass cheek. Prying them apart, I dove in and was rimming his ass again. The day before he seemed to really enjoy it and I did too. Just like yesterday, the pleasure was secondary and my main goal was to give him just enough spit to let my dick get into him. The jock in his mouth was only partially successful in muffling his moans and I was happy the A/C was on and the windows were closed. Once he was slick, I climbed up his body and dragged my cock along the crack before entering him. I left the piercing laying on his hole a moment and then pushed in. It took another harder shove before my cock had driven past the outer ring and was now inside Danny's tight chute. Danny yelled out and I stopped, letting his bruised ass get used to my cock again. With only spit for lube, it wasn't going in as easy as the day before. I reached under him and started playing with his nips and barely a minute later he was pushing his ass up, trying to get more of my dick inside. The pause had let some of my precum coat his chute and I started plowing in. It took some work initially, but as he stretched out and got slicker I could fuck harder and deeper. About ten minutes later, I pulled him off the edge of the bed. His chest was flat on the bed, his feet flat on the floor and his butt was begging for me to shove my dick back in. I knew I should have been gentler on him, but I fucked him like most of the more experienced guys I did. When I got too hard, he did yell out, but he took it pretty well. The roughness of our fuck would make him more receptive to my tainted seed, too. I leaned over his back and continued drilling him. Now, I could feel his moans in addition to hearing them. "Getting close Danny, want me to breed you again?" I groaned into his ear. He tried to speak, but with the jockstrap still stuck in his mouth just gibberish came out. "What?" I asked, chuckling to myself. A distinct "MMM HMM" came out of his mouth. I pounded him harder and his moans gave way to grunts until I planted my cock into him and felt my cock shoot volleys of cum into his battered tunnel. My chest was heaving after I had finished breeding him a second time. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him with me as I stood up, my cock still inside him. When we were upright, I pulled my jock out of his mouth. "Oh fuck! I can't believe how good that felt. I didn't want it to end" Danny said. "You want more?" I asked, sounding very surprised. "Yeah I do. I mean... if you want to. I'll understand if I'm not as good as the guys you're used to fucking" he replied. -- Danny: It felt good to be filled with cum again but I wasn't sure why. He asked if I wanted more and of course I said yes but then told him I probably wasn't as good as the guys he was used to fucking. He laughed and told me I had nothing to worry about. "You're learning quick. Your eagerness just shows that you found your true self" Stu said. We laid on the bed a bit. I licked some of the cum off his cock and played with the piercing again. It was a challenge to keep my ass clenched shut to hold the huge load of cum he filled me with, but I loved the sloppy feeling. A little later, Stu crawled between my legs and pushed his stiff cock back into my cum filled hole. This time he was a lot gentler but my ass was really sore when a half hour later he growled and shot more cum inside me. We laid there a while afterwards and he saw me fidgiting, trying to not let his cum run all over the bed. He figured out what I was doing and a minute later was eating my ass again, trying to suck some of the cum out. I really wanted to keep it all in, but his tongue just kept digging more and more of it out. Stu suddenly stopped and moved back next to me and gave me a long kiss. When he pushed some of the cum into my mouth I was shocked. I had tasted my own cum a lot of times but this tasted a lot different. There was a little coppery taste to it and it seemed sweeter than mine too. We kept passing it back and forth, adding our spit each time. He pulled away from our kiss, leaving the cum in my mouth. "Swallow" he said to me with a grin. I savored the load on my tongue one last time and swallowed it down. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done. "Lets go shower. You should get home soon. I don't want to piss off your parents" Stu said. We made it into the upstairs bathroom and he then told me I could empty the load in the shower. I told him "I want to keep it in until I go to sleep" and was unsure how he'd respond. He winked at me and told me to stay right there and went back to the bedroom. A couple minutes later he came back with a short dildo with a skinny part at one end before a wide base. Stu bent me over and pushed it into my ass and once the wide part was past my ring, it sucked itself the rest of the way in. "Bring it back tomorrow, but that plug should hold all of that cum inside until your body absorbs it" he told me.

After the massage he offered his shower. I picked my clothes and phone and went in and it had more erotic painting of men on his bathroom wall. I looked at them and they got me a little aroused. They were very sensual pics of nude men with thick cocks. I went in and started to take a nice hot shower when he came in and opened the door to the shower and asked if he could come in too. He said he had a lot of cum to wash off. Before he could step in, I leaned forward and licked all the cum off his stomach, he then pushed me on my knees and pushed his now semihard cock in my mouth. I gladly opened my mouth and suck on his thick cock. I managed to get most of it in my mouth and in my throat. He moaned and said, "Oh good boy, suck it.". I sucked more and got some precum running out. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way in and it hit the back of my throat and i gagged. He said softly," Relax and take it in". I went back down and relaxed my mouth and let it hit the back of my throat and took it all in. "Ohhhh thats its your mouth is like a tight pussy", he moaned. That was music to my ears. I wanted to more of his cock in my throat, i wanted it all including his balls. I sucked and swallowed it all. He in turn started doing a slow rhythmic pump in my throat. I opened my throat and took it in and learned to breathe to keep letting him fuck my mouth and then stuck my tongue out to lick his balls as they banged against my chin. Then he suddenly stopped pulled his hard thick cock out of my mouth with a huge glob of spit connecting with my mouth. He stood me up as if i was a rag doll then pushed my up against the shower wall pressed his body against my back and put his cock at my hole. I yelled, " No not without a condom please.". He pushed in and the head of his cock slipped in and with his left hand he grabbed my nipples and worked them over and his right hand grabbed my cock and started stroking it all the while nibbling at my neck. I couldn't help myself i just leaned back. In doing so 2 things happened. One is i slid further back on his hard pole and let out a moan, two is he got more access to my neck and started kissing and chewing on it and just melted. I turned my head we kissed and out tongues where widly doing a dance. All the while he kept pumping me. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah it feels so good. I never thought it could feel this good.", I said. "Oh yeah you like a bare cock in you don't you, you little whore.", he said. He kept pumping in me. It felt amazing to really feel his cock in me, pulsing, fucking me. Yet in the back of my mind i couldn't help worry about getting fucked bare. BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ BZZZZZ. What the hell.....oh my clock alarm on my phone went off. It was to remind me to pick up my friend from work. The alarm kept going off and it was loud and irritating. As so i pushed back and he stopped fucking me. I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and turned off the alarm. Having my head clear I told him that i have to go and pick up my friend. He was there stroking his hard cock, "You sure you dont want to jump back on and finish the ride?", he said. He could see the lust in my eyes. I said, "Yes i need to go". I can't tell you how difficult that was. I so wanted to be bent over and fucked hard, as my own cock was hard, but needed to go. I got dressed, left the money and told him thank you.

Bought this 13" to play with. With the lock down and decreased activity, I need to keep in practice.

Chris leaked when Manetti squeezed his dick. His still hard purple head was covered in spooge and Manetti wanted to torture the kid for a bit, polishing his nob, just cuz he could. The palm of his hand went back and forth as Chris squirmed in pleasure and pain under his control. “Stop! Nooo,” he laughed howling and thrashing. The wall phone in the kitchen immediately began to ring and light flood into their darkened room from across the airshaft. The light brought Manetti more in focus to Chris, breaking their intimacy slightly. As his mind settled back from his raging high, what they had just done started to frighten him a little. Manetti’s slimy cock slid out of Chris' ass like a fat slug. There was an audible 'plop' like a cork as it popped out of the grip of his sphincter, and he felt a small amount of liquid dribbled out his crack, down his tail bone and slide under his back. Manetti went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver and silently listened. "Thanks," he finally said. "Yes, he definitely has a hot pussy, Master," said Manetti into the receiver. The long phone cord allowed him to come back into the room talking. "We were that loud, huh?" He gave Chris an 'oops' look. "Well, I'm glad it enticed you, Sir." Manetti paused, then was quiet for quite a while, considering the proposal from the person on the other end of the line. He grew serious looking at Chris while the voice on the other end continued speaking. There was a pause on the other end, seeming to wait for Manetti to reply. Then the voice added a few words, which brought a smile to Manetti’s lips. "Well, we were probably going to bed, but I think our boy could be convinced otherwise. What do you say, Chief?" Manetti asked the bound boy covering the mouthpiece. "Up for a drop-by to my Master’s? Could be worth your while," he said rubbing his fingers together and wiggling his dark brows. "Even might be the beginning of a long term plan. A little for you, a cut for me, and the rest for Master. Maybe the plan you were looking for, Chief." Manetti’s teeth glowed in the light from across the airshaft. Chris gave him an I-don’t-know look in return. Frankly, he'd do what Manetti wanted him to do as long as Manetti was there. Back to the phone, he said, "Sure, the kid's psyched to meet you. We’ll come over right away." He paused. "Yes, Sir, I know what you like. I'll get him prepped just like that. Right, give us a little time then." Another pause, then a finger went up Chris’ hole. “Yep, he’s still wet but his hole is tightening.” Manetti sucked his finger smiling at Chris. “Sure, I have some G. Will do.” He went back into the kitchen and hung up. "Boy, to get through this night, I think we need to up your game." Manetti came back into the room and stopped by the bookcase and picked up the box with the orange tipped needles. He came over to Chris, who suddenly became alarmed, shook his head emphatically side to side. Manetti saw the kid stressing and put his hand on his face to reassure him. “Nah, Chief, nothing like that,” he said lifting out a little vial of liquid, putting a reassuring hand on Chris’ beating heart. “Only a couple of drops of G right now to prep you.” He took an eyedropper and counted out some drops in his water glass, swirled it around, and put the class up to Chris’ mouth. “What is it?” “Something that’ll take the edge of the booty bump I gave you. Makes you relax. Kind of like a warm bathtub. Nasty tasting though,” he broke into an evil grin. “But you like nasty, right?” Chris took a sip and made a face. “Yeah, I know. Here, I’ll take some too so we’ll be on the same planet, okay?” Manetti drank and made the same face as Chris. He got Chris to drink a little more. “Drink me, Alice,” Manetti said in a tiny voice. “You’ll need it to get through the door.” Chris gave him a blank look. “Never mind. Here, take this too. It’s a muscle relaxer. I think you’ll need it.” He put a white pill on Chris' tongue, and let him wash it down with a last sip from the glass. “Why do I need a muscle relaxer? Is he going to fuck me, Mike?” “Most definitely, he’s going to fuck you, buddy, and he’s a lot bigger than me, and I ain’t no small zucchini, am I?” “Oh shit.” Chris' head fell backward. “Yeah, but on the bright side look how hard you are. I gotta warn you though, if you come with me, Master Drax does believes in everyone slamming and doesn’t take no for an answer. So rule number one: never say no. He has lots of ways to make you say yes and they aren't any fun, believe me. Second rule: don't say 'I can't.' To him that translates to 'I won't.'" Chris looked trouble. Manetti went on, "Your Catholic so you'll get this: Saying no means he can always change your mind, so to him that's a venial sin. But refusing him outright, saying you won't? That's a mortal sin. And you don't want to do that. Ever. Got it?” “I think I wanna stay here, if that’s alright.” “You're scared of needles cuz of your ma, huh?” asked Manetti, with a note of compassion. “Your brother told me she was tasting even before Carl came sniffing around. He said last time he checked in with you guys, she was living with Carl, but she was married to her H.” “Can you untie me?” Chris asked. Manetti removed his cuffs and Chris slid out of the sling and sat on the futon crossed legged. He started looking around the room then looked at his boner. “Man, is this ever going down?” He tried to make a joke of it, but Manetti saw the G was making only a mild dent in his mood. He was playing again with himself, pinching his nipples, which seemed to be something new to him, was a tactic, thought Manetti, to try and take his mind off his family and this, Manetti saw, wasn't working. The Prior Puss was taking over the evening. Manetti knew he had to distract the kid for a while for the G to take full effect. “Hey, how’d you like me to shave you?" Chris perked up and looked at him curiously. "I shave Ben all the time and he loves it. It’ll really calm you down. It goes well with G too. Wanna try?" His caterpillar eyebrows wiggled. "I love shaving your brother.” “What do I do?” “Nothing but lie there. Just look pretty." Manetti went toward the bathroom. "Like you could ever not look pretty.” The words did their job and Chris laid down smiling. Manetti went in and made preparations. Chris lay there blushing and grinning to himself. He could see why Ben liked this guy. “But I like my bush,” he called out to Manetti in mock protest. He felt his small bush. Not much of one he had to admit. “You clip it, baby. Think it makes you look bigger, right? Ya’know you got nothing to be ashamed of.” He came back in with a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a straight razor. "I know you'll enjoy this." He sat next to Chris, and set out his wares. "Listen: Master Drax has special tastes. We're start with the simplest. He likes his new boys shaved. Everywhere." Manetti wrang out a wash cloth over the pan and soak the little bit of blond pubes Chris had. "You like keeping it short. But maybe you don't want them at all. Prefer to stay a boy." He sprayed foam in his hand and covered Chris' pubes. For pleasure or torture, he also coated his shaft and balls, massaging it in until Chris was squirming again in his hand. A few well-placed strokes of the razor and Chris' pubes were gone. He spent special time kneading his balls, flattening them out, squeezing them hard. Part pain and eventually part pleasure for Chris. "Lay your arms back." His pits were easy to shave. While on the second pit, Manetti said, "Man, how long since you showered, boy?" "A month, I guess." Chris was starting to float in his body. He succumbed the water and the warmth of the rag. With Manetti taking care of him, they were bonding closer. It was a feeling he didn't want to stop. "A month?" he asked incredulously. "Last gym class I took, I guess. After that I stopped going to school." "Well, no wonder you smell like a hobo." He gave a small laugh as he scraped the last of Chris' arm pit hair. "Master's probably gonna like your smell. Once I finish your butt, I should probably douse you with a finishing touch." Chris opened his eyes to see Manetti pretending to take a wiz on him. Chris mouthed silently, fuck, yeah, agreeing to whatever came into Manetti's dirty mind. "Up, Chief. Back in the sling." Chris got up slowly, then slunk back in the sling and put his legs in the stirrups. Manetti moved down below Chris' butt hole, pulled up a stool and started soaping his crack. To Chris, the feeling was sensuous; to Manetti it was salacious. He played with the boy's hole for a while, prying it apart with two fingers up and down, and then side to side. He spat in it and pulled some of his own cum out to use as lube. He stuck a finger deep inside, rubbing his prostate and generally feeling out the kid's hole. Chris head lolled to the side enjoying the sensations, looking up to the mirror occasionally catching Manetti brown head studying his anal anatomy. Soon, with a few deft strokes, his cheeks were soft and smooth. His purple hand prints were fading to pink. "Okay, hardest part. You're nicely stretched but I want you to remain totally relaxed." He took the straight razor and made micro-scrapes against the boy sphincter. Each stroke made the boy clench. He stopped for a moment, stood up, and smacked his ass hard. "I'm serious now, boy. Stop flinching or I'm going to slice you. I'm a lot more careful than Master would be, so you want me doing this, not him." Chris bit his lip. He liked when Manetti ordered him around, but he was apprehensive if he could keep his hole perfectly relaxed. "I'll try." "Rule three: there is no try, only do. Think Yoda. Seriously, I'm going to put this inside you," he said holding up the straight razor. "I'll be twisting it a full three-sixty. If Master finds even one hair in there I can guarantee you your ass is going to be a bloody mess when he's done. Trust me, I know. Picture my hole for a minute. Yours is a piece of cake." Chris felt the warm washcloth wipe the remainder of soap away. He then felt Manetti's tongue circle his hole, licking the edges then spiraling deep inside. It felt fantastic. His hole relaxed even more the deeper Manetti's tongue went. Then he felt the cool razor slide ever so gently and slowly into his hole. He concentrated on how relaxed he was under Manetti's spell, how much he liked him, put all his trust in him. Thought only of that. He felt the razor slowly twisted around his open hole. Six, then seven nicks of stray hairs he felt intensely as if they were being ripped out of him. Still he remained open. "Good boy. I'm coming out." The blade fell out slowly. It almost tickled. At the last moment of contact, however, he couldn't hold back a last minute flinch. The blade pricked him only slightly, but enough to draw a small trickle of blood. It stung and his sphincter went into delayed spasms, pushing some residual cum out his hole. Manetti lapped at it without without scolding him. His tongue was soothing though Chris knew blood, saliva and Manetti's cum was mixing in his wound. But the lapping tongue was hypnotic. Minutes went by silently. His sphincter stopped clenching and he lightly dozed off feeling Manetti tongue going on for eternity. Not caring what happened next. Remembering only Manetti's tongue lulling him to sleep. He would fall asleep every night like this if he was Manetti's. *** But he wasn't Manetti's. First one hand was pulled up and buckled in place. Then the other. Still he was content and floating like a baby in a swing. "Good boy. Now for your reward." From far away he heard the words and responded like he was still asleep. "What?" His words felt unnaturally slow coming out of him. "Wait." He realized his arms were again bound. "Wait. What...?" Through droopy eyes he saw Manetti take out a prepared point. "Just a small one, Chief. It'll put you in the right frame of mind to meet Master. He's expecting it." Manetti tied a rubber tourniquet around Chris' small bicep and began tapping the crook of his arm. It was pretty easy to find a vein on the skinny boy. He found a juicy one and told the kid to hold still or he might hurt him. Chris stopped squirming and watched with fascinated horror as the needle found it target. "Stick. Tell me if this burns." A swirl of red flooded into the vile and slowly Manetti unloaded the liquid into Chris' vein. The boy felt nothing immediately as Manetti withdrew the needle and pressed his thumb on the point of entry. His other hand unleashed the tourniquet, just as the boy coughed. Chris panicked. Manetti stood above him, his face easing into that large shark smile he'd had before. "That's it, my red blooded American boy." He watched the kid flush beet red, going through alternating phases. Panic turned to ecstasy, turned back to panic. "Just ride it. That's it. Enjoy it." "Too intense." Manetti leaned over Chris' face. He knew what would help the kid. He pushed his pec out to hover over his face, unleashing one of the boy's arms. Chris put his hand on Manetti's chest, felt the muscle flexing just for him. He caressed the hair, found the pierced nipple. Manetti bent even lower to the boy. Chris started sucking away, nursing like an infant, both metal and flesh. Chris looked up at Manetti and met the shark smile with one of his own. A smile shaded with a bit of evil he'd never let out before. He struggled to get up forgetting his other hand was still bound. Manetti helped him get it off. Chris buried his face in the man's chest, inhaling him, licking him. Put his face under Manetti’s armpit. Manetti took pleasure in letting him lick the pit, then helped him get up. Chris slid off the sling and began pacing around the bedroom murmuring fuck repeatedly. "How's that feel? You like?" Chris couldn't form any words but held up his thumb. "Go ahead and lay down. Enjoy the rush. Just ride it through." As he sat he fell back, feeling like he was falling down a rabbit hole, that the ceiling was rising above him, his vision was crossed and he felt the rush of euphoria jet through him. He was giddy, flush with excitement, he only wished Manetti's cock was back inside him. "Fuck," he grabbed onto the only words that made sense, confessing, "I feel like a little boy with you. I want you to molest me." He felt around his smooth, wet hole and stuck a couple of fingers inside. Manetti laugh. "You feel it don't you. Feel all those carnal urges you've buried. You want to suck a dog dick, don't you?" "Yeah. Big horse dick. Your dick. I want to be buried in cum. I want you to fist me like those guys are doing." He flicked his head at the TV where a black guy was punch fisting a young guy in a sling. "I want you to fist me like you and Ben fist. I want you to use dildoes on me and make me have a huge cunt like yours. I want you to fist me to your elbow and your armpit. I want to feel your hairy pit rub against my hole." "Looks like you like-y? And that's just a teeny bit. More to come at Master Drax." Manetti put the orange cap back on the syringe, and pointed the camera back on the boy as he rolled around feeling all his erogenous zones, spewing a watershed of perversions. Manetti left him to his pleasure, feeling his hole, pulling on his flaccid dick, tweeking his nipples, going at them all with abandon. He went over to the closet and pulled out chaps and put them on, then pulled out a chastity cage out of a drawer and put it in his pocket. He went into the kitchen where he took the metal lid off the bathtub. Fuck, he heard Chris repeating, unable to contain himself. He heard a never-ending stream of fucks and perverted ideas spewing out of the kid's mouth, that he wanted Jeff to fuck him, for Carl to fuck him. He wanted to have someone at work named Shakir cover him in Valvoline oil and fuck him. He wanted to get fucked in the gas station toilet. He wanted the gas station owner named Duke to fuck him from behind while he licked the urinal. “You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul!” The kid had an imagination! He enjoyed how spun the kid was on such a little amount, how open he was to anything right now. As a test Manetti came back in the room and picked up a filthy jock strap, held it out for the boy to smell. "What do you think of this? It's your brothers." The boy sniffed it and then began to tear into it. He sucked it and his saliva made the jock wet and unlocked the odor of piss emanating from the stains. "You want to wear it over your face to meet Master? I know he'd love that. He's a nasty mother fucker like no one you've ever met." Chris was almost unrecognizable animal in his drug frenzy, nothing at all like he was when he first came in the door. He was so into it with the jock, it looked like he hardly heard what Manetti was saying. "Ya'know, you’re lucky I took your cherry. Master Drax wouldn't have been so gentle." "I don’t think," he managed to get out while chewing the jock strap, "that you were that gentle." He was high on piss fumes, high on the residual cum, reeling in lust sucking his brother's jock. He looked at Manetti like an idea had just struck him. "I liked it rough.” "I'll relay that thought, boy. C'mon, get up. You’re ready to meet Master. He's got a wide variety in his stable. The rougher, the more money he'll make off you. The less limits, the more we’ll all make. Think you'll like that?" Chris bobbed his head, agreeing to anything Manetti said to him. He sprung up and put the wet jock around his neck. Manetti steered him into the kitchen, told him to get in the tub. "You need a douse before we go." "Douse of what?" Chris asked, stepping in. "Master likes raunch, heavy raunch. Let's get you prepped and stinkin'. Open your mouth, pig. You know you want it." He hadn't thought about it but was susceptible to any suggestion coming from his idol. He laid down in the tub and opened his mouth. Manetti immediately covered him in piss, going up and down the kid's naked body. Chris ran his hands up over his torso like he was washing himself. He let out a low moan of pleasure. "Warm," he sighed. "Open." Chris stopped rubbing and opened his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows. Manetti took aim and hit his mark right on target. "Swallow." The boy obeyed. It was salty and bitter and came out of Manetti, so he guzzled the piss letting it splash in his mouth, and gulped it down into his stomach. "Good pig. You like that, pig boy?" Chris bobbed his head. Without prompting he leaned back and spread his legs to expose his hole to Manetti. "Okay, you fucking filth pig." With that, Manetti let a stream of piss hit his hole. Some went in and the kid pushed it out like a mini-geyser. "You stinkin’ fuck pig! Get up—you’re ready.” Chris scrambled getting up. They both stopped for a second regarding each other, listening to the remains of piss draining down the pipe. Two massive shark grins flashed between them. Manetti helped him step out of the tub; Chris' platinum hair yellow and flattened, his eyes electric.

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…