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I'm going to post some stories about my last sexcation, out of order but for the most part true stories. CumUnion Party at Sanctuary LAX July 2023 The LAX Sanctuary CumUnion parties have always been good to me, and despite being 1000 mile from where I live I make an effort to get to at least 1 or 2 of them every year. Prior to the July 2023 party the very 1st party hosted there was my best CumUnion event ever, and even the worst events I've been to at this venue are far better than the best I've been to in several cities. I had not been able to attend one of these since July of last year, and Sanctuary had moved to a new location since I last attended. I had prepurchased my ticket and headed to the new venue for the 8 pm start, and got in line about 5 minutes before the event I was number 12 in line, which was also my number for the clothes check. I was told told that there were some wooden benches to use for undressing to the left just inside the main room, as it turns out just past a sling, so I stripped to my jock returned my bag of clothes to the clothes check and started to explore the new venue before getting down to fucking. The main room was huge, but other than the sling and benches contained a couple of couches, a stage and some jugs of Gatorade, mostly empty. Off to the left along the wall with the benches were 3 rooms. The 1st room was primarily occupied by one of the long fuck benches guys can get on their knees on that are just the right width to be used from both ends, plus a couple of other padded surfaces to fuck on, but no one is enjoying any of it yet. The 2nd room contains a large bed, a fuck horse, St Andrews cross, and a padded bench long enough for 3 or 4 guys to fuck along one wall (I sucked a couple of cocks and had mine sucked briefly by the bench, but no one seemed to be ready to start the fucking yet). The 3 room contains a sling (almost too high for me to comfortably top and I'm 6'2") a fuck horse, another St Andrews cross and an even smaller padded bench. By this time roughly 15 minutes into the 5 hour event there are probably 35 guys undressed and ready to start the fun, so I headed back to the 1st room and saw that there were 2 men ass up on the bench, and one of them was getting fucked. I got on all fours on the bench and was immediately offered a cock to suck and within 30 seconds had a nice hard cock gently pushing into my ass as well. I stayed on all fours until my 1st fucker pulled out and the guy I had been sucking made his way around and tried the other end. Now primed and ready, I gave the 4 guys now on the bench a few strokes with my big cock before making my way around again. By this point there were probably 50 guys stripped down and ready and almost all of them were actually engaged in either fucking or sucking. I wound up staying the entire 5 hours, and there were never more than a handful of guys that were just there being looky loos at one time, which is extremely unusual even for this event. The crowd skewed a little older and in less than perfect shape than sometimes, but there was very little attitude and the 3 or 4 guys who did give me an attitude over the course of the evening were all older and imperfect shape themselves, none of the twinks or muscle guys in attendance seemed to have an attitude and other than the looky loos I think I fucked with almost all of them. In other words it was the perfect scenario, for some one like me who loves to fuck and get fucked (I didn't encounter a single oral only guy all evening and while this event sometimes attracts enough voyeurs only to spoil the action I've never encountered a cuddler or foreplay only guy in the probably 10 years they have been holding it. About an hour in I was spending some time in the 1st room on and around the large bench fucking, sometimes while getting fucked from behind while fucking, when the guy I pulled out of got up for a break, I jumped up on the bench to take a turn being a fuck hole, I had a cock up my ass as soon as I got in position and had several cocks shoved in my mouth as well. I stayed on the bench until my knees started to ache, and was fucked almost continuously. For the 1st time since my initial exploration the sling by the door was unoccupied (it had already seen a lot of use), so I hopped up in it and discovered my hole was full of cum, based on the amount someone had either saved up few days or I had multiple loads. The next guy to fuck me was a really well built latino who commented on my cum sloppy hole, and then a shorter asian dude who had already fucked me on all 3 benches, the bed and the fuck horse in the 3rd room entered me again, but neither of them bred me. After the asian guy, I got up and let someone else have a turn. By this point it is a little over 2 hours into the event so I stopped for some Gatorade and stepped out onto the smoking patio to cool off (not smoke), and there was a 3 way going on the patio. Once I rested a little I went back to the 1st room intent on sampling the available holes and giving my 1st load to the most talented one. I think I got my dick into 3 of them before the asian guy came up and rammed his dick in me causing me to breed the loose cum sloppy hole I was in, before I had a chance to determine who was the most talented. Before I really had a chance to rest up, I had more guys wanting to fuck me, and being the slut I am happily put aside my need to rest and let them. It didn't take too long until they had fucked my dick hard again, that and even though no one let on I suspect a couple of more loads found there way into my hole. So I resumed fucking as well as getting fucked. Around 11:30 I shot my 2nd load into the latino muscle guy that fucked me in the sling by the door, loose sloppy hole in the tall sling in the 3rd room. The crowd had started to thin out (it was never huge compared to some of the preCOVID parties which often drew several hundred men), I doubt there were ever 100 at one time, but almost everyone there was there either there to fuck, get fucked of both) and was considering trying to get fucked one more time and call it a night. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the 2nd room which only had one couple fucking on it when I was approached by an older black guy that has fucked me at almost all of the LAX CumUnions I've attended. He took me on the bed, the fuck horse, the bench and on the St Andrews cross before he took a break. The short asian guy wanted to do me again and got me on missionary on the bed, breeding me this time. By this point I couldn't seem to get hard again and even though the crowd that was left was still doing a lot of fucking was going to call it a night, when I was approached by the older black guy again, this time we stayed on the bed and had it mostly to ourselves, he fucked me in every position possible and I finally rode his load out just before the 1 am ending time (he had never actually bred me before). After a brief post fuck kiss and rest he got up to go home, I walked around one more time, and found that they had closed all but the 1st room, which amazingly still had 2 couples fucking on the bench with 2 fully clothed guys standing along the wall watching. I tried for a couple of minutes to get one of the looky loos to fuck me, but either they weren't there to participate or couldn't get it up again (I couldn't so I had not right to be judgemental). So at 1:05 am I finally left, after either having my pole in a hole or a pole in my hole almost continuously since 8:15 pm. I had loaded 2 guys and had at least 3 loads in my hole. Since I had not eaten since noon I went back to my hotel, put on some shorts that were heavy enough to contain any potential cum that might leak out and walked next door to the all night diner for a well deserved meal of pancakes and sausages.

Hey buds, as some of you know I've been out of the game for a year and a half now due to health (lung) issues. I just lost my mojo and had no desire, much less stamina. During my daily inhalation treatments I always watch the porn you guys have posted here - thanks for that! Then somehow last Friday I found myself suddenly coming back in heat for no apparent reason. I couldn't believe it. Started pumping my tits again - they're pigtits, wired to my hole. And then hit up an old regular FB. He was totally up for it and came over on Saturday. He has the hottest body and cock and always finds me ass up, door open. He bred me so fucking gone that I saw stars - it had been waaaay too long. I then resubscribed to BBRT and posted an ad there - picked up another load Saturday night. So I kept posting and the joined sniffies on Monday. Have been bred 3 more times, twice yesterday including a hot one from sniffies. After some chat he was over in 15 minutes - wanted me blindfolded and ass up, which I complied with. It was so hot being an anon cumdump again, not know who or what he was. It only took about 10 minutes from him to pump a hot load into me, slap me on the ass and leave. I must confess that I did check out my RING door camera and saw him arriving and leaving - he's totally HOT!!! Nothing I could ever have imagined. I pray that he hits me up again. Sorry to be so long winded but I'm just glad to finally be back in the pig pen again getting my tits worked hard and my hole used and bred. Reading and watching Breeding Zone every day has totally encouraged me to get back into it and brought me back into heat. Hope the ride lasts. Thank you guys! OINK!!

Squirt or Scruff Did I come upon him on Squirt of Scruff? He’s a scruffy kind of guy. The kind of ‘bad boy’ I’ve always felt an undeniable attraction to. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the fear they instil in me. Maybe it’s that they are so opposite to the passive shy image I have of myself. I don’t know. All I do know is that they are like a magnet with this incredible force drawing me to them. Unlike me they smoke, and drink, they curse and have a devilish twinkle in their eyes. They are likely wearing a work boot, tight ripped jeans, a wife beater t-shirt, or a denim button down with at least four buttons open exposing at hairy chest. Better still the shirt is totally unbuttoned, or even better still again they are not wearing a shirt at all. I’m ready to cum in my pants if he’s wearing no shirt and a chest harness. Everything about him says ‘bad boy’. But back to this particular hookup, my first with a guy actually. I can’t explain why I clicked on the pictureless profile. But with 20/20 vision of hindsight, I’m so glad I did. This first man on man sex would set me on a path of wild, carefree sex beyond my wildest imaginings. So, you have probably guessed. I was in a straight marriage, in fact to a very nice woman. We had a good life together and two very nice kids. Everything about our lives was nice and pedestrian. I had a pedestrian job as an accountant, we took pedestrian vacations. I drove a pedestrian mini van. I tried to tell myself everything was ok, but deep inside I sensed I was craving more. More what? I had no idea. Just more. This inner ache came out at beer time after our ball games. There were two scruffy guys on the team. Jake was blond and I just wanted to run my fingers through the dusting of soft sand coloured hair that lightly covered his chest. Yes, he always had at least 4 buttons undone and the most delicious looking dark nipples peaking out. Frank was tall, big framed, heavy set, even paunchy and hairy. Very hairy! He always wore t-shirts that he had cut down to a deep v neck and removed any sleaves cutting the entire side deep, almost to his waist. A forest of thick dark hair covered the back of his hands, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, even his back. Maybe he was more gorilla than man. Jake was beautifully muscled and boasted about his daily gym workouts. He assured us this was the best place to meet and hookup with fit available women. Frank was married to a woman and loved to boast of his many sexual conquests. Cheating turned him on upping his ‘bad boy’ cache in my secret desires. I knew I was supposed to be disgusted by their shenanigans, but in truth I was jealous. Secretly jealous and deeply confused. Why was I so attracted to these scruffy men as a heterosexual monogamous man? I hadn’t even heard of hook-up apps until I heard these two sex fiends talk about how great they are for lining up casual sex with strangers. When I checked out Squirt I saw it was mostly men looking for men. The videos really got me hard. Now I was really confused and began checking out gay pron. That’s where I saw an add for scruff. I soon added it to my phone, how could I not with my secret attraction to scruffy men. So back to the pictureless profile I just happened to open on one of those two apps. 34 year old partnered gay man. Words that stood out in his profile; otter, smoker, whisky hound, NSA, top, hung and thick, cheater, raw, bb, water sports, wild never mild, into older and straight. I sent my first ever chat; “Hi” His response; “Hi fucker, nice hairy chest.” That’s the only picture I had posted, faceless of course.. Me, “Thanks” Him, “Welcome. Not much in your profile, what cha lookin for?” Me, “I’m new to this. What would you like to show me?” Him, “How new? You a virgin or something?” Me; “Virgin to man on man.” Him; “Fuckin A, so you’re ready for me to fuck your virgin hole.” (it definitely was not a question) Me; “Um … not sure? Probably not, maybe just a blow job?” He didn’t respond. I waited a full two minutes that felt like twenty and added; “Fuck it … maybe more?” Him; “Meet me at Brown’s woods in a half hour.” Me; “My wife and kids are away; I suppose I could.” Him; “Park at the second line parking lot.” As I drove to the woods I thought ‘I must be crazy. I have no idea what I’m getting into with this ‘bad boy’. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like other than he’s an otter. And it’s dark, fuck me. Damn, that’s what he wants to do to me.’ But did I turn around and go home with my tail between my legs? Not on your life! I had the biggest hardon ever. There were seven cars in the unlit lot. I parked and jumped out before I lost my nerve. A lighter flashed and I could see a man leaning against a tree by a trail. I cautiously moved toward him. As I got closer, I could see one hand nursing the cigarette the other hand rubbing the bulge at his crotch. When I got close enough his crotch hand reached up and pulled in my head to his face. He planted a deep long smoky breath on my mouth which instinctively opened in my surprise. His tongue claimed me, and I could feel myself becoming putty in his hands. All I could think was, ‘I know I’ll give him whatever he wants.’ By now his free hand was working its way down the back of my shorts and a finger was checking my hole. When he ended the kiss, he proceeded to take my hand and pull me twenty feet or so into the woods. When we stopped he complained; ”Well what are you waiting for, it won’t suck itself.” “Um… Um… Umm …” “What is it boy, cat got your fuckin tongue!” “Um … I … I thought maybe you’d … blow me?” I stammered. “Well, you thunk wrong buddy! You’ll need to get my monster as hard and wet as you can.” He was already opening and dropping his ratty jeans. His semi hard nine inch man meat fell out as he pushed me down to my knees. “Um ,,, awe … I’ve …. I’ve never done this.” “Yeah, we’ve already established that, just open your God damn mouth, shut the fuck up and put this beauty in … no teeth now, you hear me?” His uncut cock smelled of piss and sweat, his skin reeked of cigarette smoke. I was instantly intoxicated and sucked his magnum in like a lolly pop. “See, you’re a natural.” He proceeded to face fuck me pushing more deeply into my throat with each stroke. He just kept going deeper when I gagged. Just when I thought I would black out he released my head. As I struggled to regain my breath, he pulled me up, turned me around and bent me against a tree. Next thing I knew my shorts were at my knees. He spat on my ass and his tongue pushing his spit in my hole. I gasped; “Holy fuck!” His raspy voice responded; “That’s exactly what I’m going to do … fuck your virgin ass, turn you into the slut you know you are.” And with those words he plunged into me balls deep. Needless to say I screamed. The pain was unbelievable, I still don’t know why I didn’t pass out. “Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot to start with these.” He laughed as he placed a little open bottle under my nose. “Inhale deep fucker!” When I didn’t, he pulled out and plunged in again. I gasped and inhaled a huge amount of the strange fumes. My body got very warm, my brain swam, and my ass loosened up. The pain had disappeared and I was loving the feeling of a baseball bat probing my hole. Every time he would pull back I would long for the full feeling again. Deeper, deeper was the unspoken chant in my head. That’s when I noticed a mouth on my cock. My screams must have attracted guys from the other cars. One guy was giving me a blow job better than anything my cock had ever experienced. Three more guys were standing around masturbating their various sized hard ons. One stepped forward and reached between my legs, “Yup, this cum sluts taking it raw!” This brought grunts of approval from the crowd. My fucker said. “Yup. And I just claimed his virgin cherry. What do you guys want me to do to this faggot?!” “Breed his virgin ass!” They chimed in. “NO, don’t” I cried All this time the mouth had been working my cock into a frenzy and I could no longer hold back my churning balls. I was having the most awesome climax and he just gulped down blast after blast of my cum. My ass contractions brought the ‘bad boy’ over the edge and I felt this strangers load painting my intestines. ‘What the fuck did I just allow!’ screamed in my mind. Bad boy pulled out and was immediately replaced by a smaller cock. This guy lasted about three strokes before filling me with his cum. He too was quickly replaced and this guy fuck toyed my no longer virgin ass for about ten minutes. He plunged in deep, leaned in hard and whispered in my ear. “You ready for my load slut?” “No, please don’t” I whimpered. “Too late, I already gave you your third anonymous load tonight. My buddies is next.” “No, please no”, but I made no attempt to move as buddies ten inch pole drilled into me. Once he bottomed out the assault on my prostate was relentless. I was soon having a hands-free orgasm and only then realized the sucker had not moved. The first blast hit him in the face, the next three were down his throat. After another five minutes this top also leaned into my ear, “I’m close bud. Where do you want my load?” “On my back, please, pull out!” “Fuck you ass hole! You took the other three … argh …. Fuucckkkk … breedin your hole slut!” I couldn’t feel the shots but knew from his body convulsions that he was true to his word. As he pulled out and stepped away the sucker rose in front of me and lifted me, so we were face to face. I heard his soft voice; “Sweet cum, thanks. I haven’t cum yet. Do you want mine in your mouth or your ass?” “Fuck man, may as well make it five for five.” I couldn’t believe how bold my voice sounded. He had a long pencil thin cock that worked my vulnerable hole the longest of any of the guys. Everyone else had left before he bred my hairy sloppy hole. He collapsed on my back breathing heavy for the longest time. “So were you really a virgin when you arrived here tonight?” “Um, to man on man sex …. Yeah.” “So who was that guy that stole your cherry?” “I don’t know. I just met him on Squirt or Scruff, Um, I really don’t remember which … but earlier tonight.” “Your first man on man sex and you seriously let five strangers fuck and breed you in the woods in the dark. Are you fuckin crazy?” “Yeah … I think I must be.” “So, do you think you’ll ever do this again?” “Fuck yeah man, asap.” “Well, I sure hope I’m there to suck down your loads as they pump you full of stranger jizz.” “So do I. Thanks bud.” When I got back to the parking lot most of the cars had left. Bad boy was leaning against my driver door smoking. The moon had popped out from behind a cloud and I got my first look at him. He was tall, slim and black, wearing the ‘bad boy’ stile including shirtless and chest harness. I leaned in to receive his smokey kiss. “Give me your phone faggot slut.” Was I crazy? I didn’t even hesitate. He added his name “Dill’ to my contacts and typed in his number. “Call that in three days.” Again, he kissed me and a finger found and pushed in my sloppy hole. The finger was removed from my ass and forced into my mouth. “Suck fagot!” I had never tasted anything like it before and I instantly loved the flavour. To be continued … stay tuned to see if bad boys Jake and Frank might not be quite so straight as their stories.

Part 3 the birthday party Sam, Dennis and Michael stayed upstairs but the others went to the basement to prepare the party. Dennis was still fiercely kissing his brother, his eyes were closed and in his mind he was kissing not Michael but Sam. Michael was experiencing his hottest dream and went to Dennis' exposed ass with his hands. He pulled the cheeks of his ass open so that Dennis' hole was nicely revealed. He pinched each cheek and Dennis felt the chems in his body boost his new lusts, desires and needs and mused through the empty feeling in his hole. D : fuck me M : hmmmm I love to hear that brother, I will definitely fuck your asshole for a long time later but first let me enjoy this moment. D : fuck me, fill my hole S: you heard the birthday boy baby, later just be patient. Dennis's pussy needed to be filled and while that Michael still squeezed and pulled open his ass he stuck his fingers in his hole and moaned softly. Michael stopped kissing Dennis and dropped him forward in the seat so he could watch in wonder as his brother fingered on his own pussy. M: how did you pull this off S: yeah buddy, with a lot of patience and my magic touch M : yes that magic touch I see. But I still can't believe it. S: you do not have to believe it, you just have to fuck him later and transform him. Once he is transformed you can fuck him and use him as much and as long as you want because this is a real cumdump in the making. He doesn't realize it yet but he has always been a cumdump. The Tina just awakened the beast in him. S: because just a moment ago he wanted to go home, not because he felt bad for what he had done but just because he didn't know you guys, Sam laughed loudly and while taking the wristbands, anklets a collar and gave them to Michael. S: here put these on him then we can easily take him downstairs later and tie him up. Dennis who was completely flying and only concerned with his pussy had not heard what his brother and Sam had said and felt something being put around his ankles and wrists. M : You are a real slut brother, and your cunt looks to be feasted on. Soon I will taste and indulge your hole extensively but first we will have to put these on you. Michael placed the collar around Dennis' neck. Dennis let his brother proceed and felt the collar being tightened. S: fine Michael, now go get ready upstairs and then come down to the basement for the party the others will be ready and waiting for us. Michael went upstairs to get ready. Rob came up from the basement and had a big ribbon in his hands, walked over to Dennis who was still fingering himself. R: take your hands off the gift slut. Soon your hole will be used extensively but first this one has to be put on. Dennis removed his hand and felt something being attached to both elastic bands of the jockstrap. Rob also cut a hole in fabric that covered his limp dick and pulled his balls and dick through it. S: Haaaaahaaa, where did you find that. R: I had that lying around from thought it would come in handy again. Dennis' entire ass was now covered in giant red ribbon. Rob helped him up and attached a metal chain to the collar and pulled Dennis along who was flying very high. D : where are we going. S : we are going to the party baby, and you are the main attraction D : my sphincter itches ( he mused ) R : your pussy you'll mean Dennis' eyes were spinning in his head and was not stable on his feet at all and Rob and Sam had to help him down the stairs to basement. When they got to the basement the others burst out laughing when they saw the big ribbon that was on Dennis' ass. Jack took the pipe filled with tina and pushed it into Dennis' mouth and ordered him to suck on it while he melted the crystals. Dennis no longer needed to be encouraged to blow a white cloud because his body was craving for Tina, his body and mind had already become addicted to the intoxication and effects the crystals and smoke brought. Dennis blew 3 large white clouds and felt his body revive. He was led to a metal small cage, the lid on the top side was open and he was put inside and the lid was closed. There he lay in a kind of dog kennel on his back, the ankle straps were attached to lid so that his legs were facing up and his butt was pushing against the bars with the big red ribbon, also his hands were attached to the bars so that he could hardly move. Nick took a large cloth and threw it over the cage and so Dennis found himself in the dark. That Dennis was in a cage he barely realized because he was flying through Tina's wonderful world, the world that made him hot, the world that had introduced him to the magic of sucking and getting fucked. Michael came downstairs and as he entered the basement, the smell and smoke of Tina met him. They started singing and kissing him while laughing. S: here is your gift for your 1st birthday friend. Just open it Sam gave Michael a big wink and Michael stepped up to the cage and pulled away the cloth. Dennis who was in the cage emerged. Michael couldn't suppress his smile when he saw Dennis lying like that with the big red ribbon on his butt. Dennis did not have to make his eyes small for bright light, for the room was dark just like the night before with a slight glow of neon light. M : well friends this is the best gift I have ever received. Let's enjoy it together and transform him. S : letting him transform is for you Michael, you will be his father. This is how it has been every time on the first birthday. M: Thanks, but before we use him we let him be bathed and infused with our scent. He is already in a dog kennel then like a real dog he can be sprayed with our infected scent and get him ready for his transformation. The others laughed and pulled their half hard dicks out of their jockstrap and moved around the cage. Dennis was still flying and panting deeply with his mouth open and didn't realize what the others were going to do. T : a good piece of meat should always be marinated first, haahaaa N : let the birthday boy provide the slut with his first gulp of toxic and slam champagne first let him marinate from our smell and flavor. Michael laughed and started pissing first on his brother who was in the cage. Dennis felt a warm stream on his face and thought it was water and stuck out his tongue to catch the water. Michael and the others watched grinning as Dennis tried to drink the first jets. Michael aimed his piss into his brother's mouth and pissed right into his open mouth. Now Dennis got the stream straight into his mouth, the taste was salty and was definitely not water. He opened his eyes and only now he saw the others standing around him and saw his own brother pissing on him. He closed his mouth and wanted to yell stop but the others started laughing and knocked on the cage. E : come on slut open your mouth drink our chempiss and let it fill you with our dark thoughts. Dennis didn't find the taste of the piss that bad but he found the idea of being pissed on very denigrating. Ed's knocking on the cage made him forget the feeling of shame and submission and flew back on the waves of G and Tina and without realizing it himself he opened his mouth again. That was the signal for the others and they too began to piss on Dennis. He received several jets over his face and the piss ran into his mouth and due to the horniness of the chems drank the fluid offered to him. He also felt his chest, belly and flaccid cock being sprayed. His body could no longer contain itself and because of the feeling of getting wet and being horny, he too began to piss himself. A: Good slut, drink your own piss show that you are real pee whore. The jet Dennis was fierce and like Andy asked he pissed into his own mouth. But because there were several jets running into his mouth he could not detect his own taste. The men's bladders had emptied and Dennis was drenched in urine and the last drops ran down his body. T: come on Michael open your present completely now so we can start working on it. Michael opened the lid of the cage and unclipped his brother pulled the piss soaked Dennis straight and licked his face and stuck his tongue in his mouth and started kissing him violently. Dennis let it all happen and eagerly kissed back as the chems coursed through his body, every touch was electric and gave him a feeling of pleasure. He was pulled out of the cage and he felt the hands of the others going over his body. His head was pushed in all directions and each time he got a new tongue pushed into his mouth. Dennis was pushed to his knees and felt several half hard cocks being pushed against his face. He opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out. Nick spat in Dennis' face and took hold of his head and pushed his mouth toward Michael's cock. N: Just suck your brother's cock first and make him stiff. I think he has been dreaming of this for years. M: you can be sure of that, this is what I have dreamed of and I can't wait to feel your warm, moist mouth around my shaft brother. Michael took hold of his brother's head and pushed his semi-hard cock his brother's face. Dennis opened his mouth without really realizing it and searched for Michael's cock. Michael guided Dennis' head to his cock and pushed it in. Michael dropped his head back, closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep growl. He felt his brother's moist lips sliding over his shaft and his cock was already thickening just from that feeling. His glans passed his brother's tongue and slid further into his warm and moist mouth. Dennis' eyes turned in his head and looked upward toward his brother. He saw his brother moaning with his mouth open and began eagerly sucking harder cock. He no longer cared that it was his brother that he was giving a blowjob to because the need, desire and pleasure to suck took over, he put his hands on Michael's ass and pushed his head as far as he could so that he got his brother's full cock inside. Michael had a blood penis, and although in a flaccid or semi-hard state it was not small the cock grew into a gigantic fat monster, even bigger and thicker than his own, and he felt the head of the penis lodged in his throat and couldn't catch his breath. Michael who was enjoying his brother's eagerness to get his cock all the way into his mouth pushed his cock as deep as he could until he heard Dennis' disgust. He pulled his cock back making Dennis catch his breath and pushed it back in. The corners of Dennis' mouth were on tearing as he couldn't make his mouth big enough to get his brother's cock inside. Tears shot into his eyes and he had to gasp again. Michael pulled his cock out of Dennis' mouth and took hold of his head again spit in his face. M : it's all I ever dreamed about little brother. I'll still train your throat so you don't have to be disgusted anymore. Tony and Andy now pushed their cocks into the mouth of Dennis who was now licking 2 glans simultaneously for the first time. He no longer cared that he was still completely wet and reeking of piss, all he wanted was a cock, a cock in his mouth but preferably in his ass. He felt hands patting his body, his head being pushed toward dicks, his face being spat on and kissed. He was now the center point of pleasure and was an object of lust for others to enjoy but the one who enjoyed the most was himself. Through the chems he enjoyed the attention his body received and cocks it was offered. Each time that blissful sweaty musky smell of a new cock to suck. He was truly in slut heaven. Then he was pulled up right and attached to the cross. Michael came to stand in front of him and offered him the pipe and just made him blow big white clouds. He was put on a blindfold and felt a prick in his dick and it wasn't long before he felt his cock getting hard for the first time in a long time. Sam took a rope and tied off the hard cock and balls. Dennis groaned at the new sensation he was experiencing. Dennis felt a mouth and tongue working his nipples a tongue was also pushed into his mouth and he felt his whole body being touched. He got hot again and his head started spinning, his horniness got another boost and he curled his toes because of all the horny stimulation he was getting. Who was kissing him, licking his nipples and touching him he didn't know but it was heavenly. He wished this this never ended. He felt the mouth leave his nipples and the person who was licking him searched his way down. Dennis groaned as the tongue had arrived at his stiff and hard swollen cock. He felt teeth on his foreskin and then a warm and moist mouth, Dennis flew from one euphoria into another, his mind and body could no longer process the stimulations and he cried out in pleasure. S: let yourself go completely baby, let us prepare you for your rebirth. Your birth as cumdump. D : yes, yes get me ready, I'm ready. Dennis felt his stiff cock being sucked and he heard Jack speak up. J : suck your future son good. You will make me a grandfather this evening. But before you can make him pregnant I will fill your guts one last time my son. When you have made your son then you will be relieved of your job as cumdump and your son will take over your job. Jack came up behind Michael who was on all fours sucking Dennis' cock. He took hold of his son's ass and opened the cheeks so that his hole was visible. J : This is beautiful son, your mark is really beautiful. Michael had placed a biohazard tattoo between his ass cheeks. When his butt was closed you could see a kind of little man standing between his butt crack. But when you opened his ass fully you could see a beautiful biohazard symbol with the centerpiece being his gaping cunt. Dennis who was constantly coming in and out of wonderland wondered who the son was, who was giving him such a nice blowjob and what mark was so wonderful. Sam saw that Dennis was looking for answers. S : honey do you want to be able to see who is giving you such a nice treat. D : yes, I want to be able to see. Sam nodded to Andy and he removed Dennis' blindfold. Dennis let his eyes adjust for a moment and then saw that his brother was sucking him hard and that Jack was about to put his hard cock into his brother's hole. Michael moaned at feeling his father's cock and Dennis didn't know what to feel or think. His brother was blowing him and he saw him being fucked firmly, this was completely new to him. Luckily there were the chems coursing through his body or he would have definitely ran away. Because of the horniness of the chems he couldn't take his eyes off the scene before him he saw his brother enjoying the fuck he was getting and he saw that Jack was pounding harder and harder and more violently. His own sphincter gave one twitch after another and his ass was grinding against the crotch. Michael stopped sucking and moaned loudly. M: Yes daddy, fuck your son. Fill me up with your DNA, give me your toxic seed Jack began breathing heavily and Dennis saw that Jack was coming to his climax. J : here it is son your last dose of cum before you become a father yourself. Dennis's mind tried to grasp everything and get it all in order. 1 Michael is not celebrating his birthday, 2 this is not our father, 3 Michael is gay then how can he become a father later. Michael felt his guts being filled with Jack's sperm and Jack fell down on Michael's back, lay there for a moment and then pulled his cock out of his son's moist and gaping hole. He gave one last slap on Michael's ass and stood back up. J : Even though I know it will not be the last time I will fuck your blissful cunt. Still I will miss being able to fuck it every day Tony untied Dennis, he pulled Dennis with him and he stepped around Michael who was still on all fours. He also pushed Dennis to his knees and pushed his head to his brother's hole. T: Lick your future father's pussy clean and swallow your grandfathers cum slut. The blissful smell of cum and sweat met Dennis and now he pulled the cheeks of Michael's ass open iso that he also saw the tattoo. In his heavily drugged condition he could not immediately place the symbol but he was shocked that his brother had a tattoo and then in that place. Without giving it any further thought he buried his face in Michael's ass and licked and swallowed the cum running out of his brother's hole. Ed was now standing behind Dennis and had a large shard in his hands he placed it against Dennis' sphincter. The sphincter gave a twitch at the feel of the shard and finger and opened immediately. E: this cunt is asking to be fucked Ed pushed the shard in and pushed it as deep as he could. Dennis pushed his tongue all the way into Michael's cunt because of the excitement and Michael's eyes turned away completely because of the pleasure his brother was giving him. His fantasy had come true his younger brother had already sucked him and was now licking his pussy. Soon his wet dream would become complete true. Dennis felt that burning sensation in his pussy again, his body began to sweat and his head began to spin even more. Dennis was now pushed completely to the floor and was turned over so that he was now under Michael and getting his half hard cock in his face. A : suck slut, just suck your father's cock hard so he can fuck you later. Dennis opened his mouth and Michael pushed his half hard cock inside and started face fucking. Dennis felt a pillow being put under his ass and felt the bow of jockstrap being pulled and his ass being pulled open and a tongue working his sphincter. Dennis moaned and his hard cock jumped up and down in pleasure. Michael pushed his fattening cock as deep as he could into his brother's throat, but again Dennis couldn't take it he gagged. S: I think he's ready. Michael stopped face fucking and Jack stopped licking. Dennis caught his breath for a moment and then was helped to his feet. Without Tony's support he would surely have fallen over but Tony was firm enough to keep him upright and brought him toward the sling and Dennis fell into it. Dennis head spun and his eyes turned in all directions his pussy felt so empty and it needed to be filled. All he could think about now was being filled. Because of this he did not notice his legs and arms being spread and locked. Michael came to stand beside him M : Dennis, He shook his brother for a moment M : Dennis, focus for a second. Soon you may go back to flying. Dennis tried to focus and looked at his brother with spinning eyes. A horny grin appeared on Dennis' face. D : yes brother M : the time has come brother, I will transform you. I will soon become your father and we will be connected forever. D : what are you saying, you are my brother not my father and we are already connected forever. Michael grinned M : yes, but I will give you my DNA my virus D : virus, what are you talking about M : my string of HIV, I will set you free. I will infect you, pozz and free you so you can fulfill your true calling become a real cumdump just like me. M : you will then become a member of our group M : now you may not want it yet, but soon you will beg for it and you will be so grateful to me and say you don't want anything else. D : but I don't want HIV at all and you don't have HIV anyway. You are my brother M : Dennis that symbol around my cunt is a biohazard symbol, a sign that I am pozz. Jack transformed me last year, this is my first birthday as pozz and now it's your turn. M : Believe me brother, you will be so happy. Are you ready to become my son. Dennis's mind couldn't grasp all that Michael was saying. To make Dennis a little hornier, Sam pushed his finger into Dennis' moaning hole. Dennis groaned with pleasure as his empty hole filled a little. Sam stuck a second finger into Dennis' hole and scratched wounds internally with his nails until blood was visible on his fingers. D : yes, more, give me more M : do you want more brother D : yes fill my ass M : with what Dennis looked at Michael, his eyes were big flying saucers but made it clear what they wanted. They wanted him to be fucked that he would continue to fly as high as it would go. D : fill me with everything you have. M : do you want my cock in your cunt. D : hmmmmm yes fill me with your dick M : you know I will transform you then Sam pushed his fingers even deeper and drove the rhythm up even more. Dennis looked at his brother and you could see he was in conflict with himself. M : I will help you with your choice brother. Let me help you. D : yes help me, quick because I need it Michael nodded to Ed, Ed came with a tourniquet did one arm of Dennis loose and tightened the rubber band around Dennis' arm. D : what are you doing M : helping you brother, I will help you with your choice. You will soon make the only right choice. You will choose to continue your life as a slut, cumpdump and whore. You will let your true self come out. I will help you brother trust me. Ed took an alcohol wipe and a point. Dennis felt a wet wipe on his arm D : yes good brother, help me He felt a slight pinch and Ed saw a register. He nodded to Michael to signal the time had come. M : are you ready to make your choice brother D : yes, I'm ready M : here it comes brother. I will ask you in a minute your answer is. D : yes, give it to me Ed pushed the plunger and Michael watched the Tina disappear into his brother's arm. Dennis had a metallic taste in his throat felt a tickle and had to cough heavily. A wave of dark thoughts, horniness, need for sex raced through his body. His eyes turned away for a moment and shouted out. D : FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, oh fuck. What the fuck M : are you okay Dennis ? D : Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Michael now stood at Dennis' hole and inserted 3 fingers into Dennis' gaping and sucking hole. M : Are you ready for your transformation brother, do you want to become my son and poz slut D : yes do it make me yours make me pozz as long as you fuck my brains out The others laughed loudly and shouted. Come on fuck him make him poz, give him your DNA and get him pregnant. Dennis shouted along with the others D : knock me up please I beg you. Dennis could think of nothing else. His cunt had now become the center of his existence and he needed to be fucked by that fat cock of his brother's because the emptiness in his cunt had become unbearable. Michael put his glans against Dennis' sphincter and he didn't even have to try hard to push it in. The sphincter opened and sucked the glans inside. Dennis had become a beast and upon feeling the glans against his pussy he pushed his ass back to feel his brother's shaft slide in faster. Upon feeling his brother's fat pole go in, Dennis let out a loud cry. Although he had such a need and desire for this, his exciting cunt couldn't handle Michael's thickness and he felt his sphincter start to burst. Sam took the poppers and pushed them under Dennis's nostrils. S: Sniff slut. Sniff like your life depends on it. Dennis sniffed as hard as he could and with each inhalation he felt himself slipping even deeper into the dark thoughts and his sphincter relaxing more. Michael pushed his monster in even deeper and enjoyed every inch. M: oh Dennis your cunt is so nice and tight. It won't be long before I fill you up for the first time. D : fuck me, rape me, harder, fuck me harder Dennis's cunt was now completely pulled open and eased. Michael was now balls deep and pulled his cock back to be able to thrust. He pulled it back halfway and then pushed it in all the way deep without mercy. The sling went back and forth with every thrust Michael gave, and Dennis cried out in pain and pleasure each time Sam came and stood next to Dennis S : are you okay baby D : yes, give me more, harder, harder S : do you want to be transformed D : yes transform me S : as what do you want to be transformed baby, tell me. S : I want to hear you call it. Call it to your brother you want to be transformed into D : POZZ me make pozzz, make me a whore out of me brother. Become my father. I will always ride your delicious fat cock. S : good baby. What are you even more D : a cumdump S : after your transformation do you want to be fucked by all of us baby Dennis' eyes got big and looked right at Sam D : yes give me your cocks. Drive them into my hole and squirt your seed into it. Let me drink it and let me become one of you. The others growled loudly and shouted HELL YEAH. We will tear you apart you filthy whore. We will fill you up full with our toxic seed. T: here slut make me hard so I can pump you full Tony pushed his pole into the mouth of Dennis who started sucking like crazy. Michael enjoyed every thrust into Dennis's cunt. He pulled his fat pole back completely and saw a gaping hole looking for more cock. He looked at his cock and saw that it was smeared with blood. He grinned and in one thrust pushed his cock back inside. Dennis gasped for air and continued sucking Tony's cock. Ed stood on the other side and took Dennis' nipples in his mouth and bit on them. This made Dennis even hornier and he moaned and was gasping heavily. Michael felt his muscles contract and the sperm emerge from his balls. He couldn't hold back anymore and cried out. M : here it comes. From now on you are my son. I will give you my DNA. D : yes fill me up, make me yours Dennis felt Michael's fat cock contract and squirt strings of sperm inside. His hole was filled with his new father's dirty seed and he felt Michael's hands take hold of his hip and pull him hard on his cock. The others cheered and patted Michael's shoulders. Michael was panting heavily and his wildest dream had just become real. He had fucked his younger brother and pumped him full of his infectious cum. He fell down on Dennis for a second, caught his breath briefly and then pulled his limp bloody cock out of Dennis' gaping hole. He came up next to Dennis, Tony had made room and was already ready at Dennis' gaping hole to start fucking him. Dennis kissed his son and then offered him his blood and cum stained dick. M: clean your father's cock son, then I can get my strength up and give you a second dose of my sperm later. Dennis opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and eagerly licked the head of the penis clean first before taking the rest of the limp cock into his mouth and licking it clean. The taste of his own hole and his father's seed were heavenly and he kept licking it until Michael pulled him back and rewarded him with a kiss. As Dennis watched Michael plop down on the bed a jet of piss shot into his face and he looked from where it came. It was Sam pissing on him and he opened his mouth and drank all that Sam could pour into it. Again he felt a cock slide in. This time there was no pain, even though Tony's cock was just as thick but shorter than Michael's. His exciting cunt had now become a gaping hole and Tony's cock slid in easily and Michael's cum served as a lubricant. He moaned heavily and enjoyed every thrust Tony gave. Tony growled loudly and slapped the cheeks of Dennis' ass several times violently causing them to turn red. Now it was Ed's turn to make Dennis suck. Dennis' hands were untied and he took hold of Ed's pole and jerked and sucked him at the same time. Ed took hold of Dennis' head and set the pace. Tony reached his high point and again Dennis felt his cunt being filled with cum. Dennis' legs were untied and he was helped out of the sling and pushed onto the bed. There Jack was already lying there waiting for him. He was again getting the rubber band around his arm and Dennis watched Sam arrive with a syringe. S : you'll need an extra bump for what's to come honey. Dennis's eyes were still turning in his head and he watched needle disappear into his arm and saw some blood coming into the clear liquid. Sam pushed that plunger and Dennis watched the liquid disappear into his arm. The rubber band was loosened and his arm was held above his head , again he got the tickle in throat and had to cough. His energy returned as did the cry to be filled. Jack gave Dennis no time to get used to the Tina's rush and pulled him onto him. Dennis was now on Jack's hard pole. Jack pulled his pole from under Dennis and thrust it hard into Dennis' cunt. Dennis fell forward onto Jack's chest. Ed also got on the bed and sat on top of Dennis. He took hold of his hard dick and tried to push it into Dennis' pussy as well. This did not succeed immediately. Sam took the poppers and pushed them back under Dennis' nose. After a few inhalations, Dennis' cunt relaxed and Ed was able to carefully slide his cock in with him. Dennis' mind and body couldn't take it anymore and he cried out. The signals of pain, pleasure, need, desire rushed through his body and he could no longer control his feelings. He turned into beast, a demonic beast and when Ed too was completely inside his cunt he began to ride both cocks. His sphincter was now completely on tear but Dennis was totally unconcerned with that. The blissful feeling of the 2 shafts drilling into his cunt took over all other thoughts. All he could think about was his cunt. E: What a slut. What a find J : Let yourself go completely slut, ride your grandfather's cock. Show me your true nature. Dennis shouted out. D : Fill me with your dirty seed, fill me up, you dirty mother fuckers Dennis's hole was completely filled with cock, cum mixed with blood ran down from his hole along his balls and Nick wiped the running cum from Dennis's balls with his hand and then pushed his hand into Dennis's mouth. N : letting nothing go to waste bitch, drink the cum of your father and ancestors. Dennis who was still riding furiously on Ed and Jack's cocks licked the sperm from Nick's hand. Ed: I'm going to stuff your pussy slut. Ed growled loudly and emptied his balls into cunt of Dennis who was riding firmly. Ed pulled his cock out of Dennis' hole who now straightened up with renewed strength and continued riding Jack like a devil. Nick stood upright on the bed and pushed his big and fat black cock into Dennis mouth. N : First drink up bitch then suck my fat cock Nick emptied his bladder into the mouth of Dennis who couldn't handle the incoming flow of piss. He swallowed as much as he could but the rest ran down his cheeks. Dennis gasped for breath and Nick pushed back on his hardening cock. N : suck whore. Make me hard so I can fuck your hole. Dennis rode Jack's cock and sucked firmly on Nick's cock. His mouth could not handle Nick's cock and his mouth corners were on tear. Jack was nearing his climax and he signaled to Nick that he wanted to squirt into Dennis' mouth. Nick pulled his hard cock into Dennis' mouth. He also pulled Dennis off Jack's cock and pushed his mouth onto Jack's cock. Jack took Dennis' head firmly and pushed his cock deep into his mouth. J : swallow slut, I will fill your throat. J : ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Dennis got squirt after squirt into his mouth and throat and like a real whore he swallowed it all. Still Dennis' hunger was not filled and he was still begging for more. D: fuck me, please fill my hole, N: on your back bitch. Dennis laid on his back and like a trained slut he pulled his legs towards him so that his hole could be easily reached. Without mercy Nick thrust his fat and large cock inside. Dennis didn't flinch. His once tight hole had already grown into a large open blooming flower. Dennis moaned with pleasure. D : oh fuck, this is the best thing I've ever experienced. I never want this to stop. D : fill my pussy dirty mother fucker. Fill me. Tear me apart with your fat cock For Nick, this was a signal that he could go completely wild on Dennis' hole and Michael watched with amazement, pleasure and approval. He came and lay down next to Dennis M : how do you feel my son, did your father help you well with your choice D : oh yes daddy, I feel complete and free I indeed want nothing more than to be fucked. Give me more daddy I want more of your seed. Give me your fat cock M : later my dear son of a bitch . You still have to get Sam and Andy their cum first. Nick was thrusting heavily now and both he and Dennis were panting and moaning loudly. Nick's muscles tensed and pushed his cock balls deep one last time. Dennis felt strands of seed being squirted into his guts. Nick fell down on Dennis and kissed him firmly. He then gave another firm slap on all of Dennis' red ass and got off the bed. Now it was Sam and Andy's turn. Sam pulled Dennis off the bed and laid him across the fucking couch. Sam came to stand in front of him and pushed his cock into Dennis' mouth. Dennis knew what to do and began sucking Sam's cock firmly. Andy pushed his dick into Dennis' cunt. His cock slid into the hole like butter and didn't even touch the wall. It didn't take long for Andy to squirt his DNA with the rest of the sperm. Sam was also unstoppable and squirted his toxic load into Dennis' mouth. Dennis enjoyed the fresh load of cum in his mouth and swallowed it all to the last drop. The cum dripped out of Dennis' gaping hole. He passed his hand along his cunt and felt the leaking seed from his cunt. He went to his mouth with his hand and while moaning licked the seed from his hand. Michael came and stood next to him. M : can you take one more my son Dennis looked at Michael with horny and hungry eyes D : yes please. M : follow me then. The others were all sitting side by side recovering in the seat. Jack was sucking Tony's cock and while Ed was pulling on Jack's cock. Andy, Nick and Sam were still panting. Dennis was thrown back on the bed and lay on his back. Michael come lay on top of him and began kissing him passionately. He stopped the kiss and licked his way to Dennis' nipples, he took them in his mouth nibbled on them a little and licked them. Dennis's chems were working out and the pleasure he was experiencing was real and not induced by the Tina or G. Dennis moaned softly and didn't know what to do with the electricity going through his body. Michael licked his way further down and came to Dennis' glans which was dripping with pre-cum. He took it in his mouth and slowly and gently sucked on his son's limp cock. Dennis bit his lower lip and rocked his hips took hold of Michael's head and pushed him deeper on his hardening dick. Again Michael licked his way further down and he bit first into the Dennis's scrotum. Dennis let out a deep sigh as Michael took his balls into his mouth and sucked on them. Michael continued his journey toward Dennis' pussy and he tasted the leaking sperm. M : shall I lick you clean son. D : hmmmmmmmmm yes Michael licked the sperm running out of Dennis' cunt and gave Dennis a hot tongue kiss with a full mouth of sperm. Dennis swallowed the cum he got from his father and they made love passionately for a while. Michael straightened up and offered Dennis his half hard cock. Dennis took it in his mouth and began to suck on it slowly but passionately. Even now that he could think sober, he enjoyed the taste of the seed and his father/brother's cock. Cock, cum, fucking and being a slut had taken over his thinking and his whole being. It was the only thing that excited him anymore and what he wanted to live for. M : do you want me to fill up your cunt again son. D: please father, I want you to pound my hole hard and squirt your dirty seed into me. Michael took Dennis' legs put them on his shoulders and pushed his fat hard pole inside Dennis' gaping cunt. This was the first time Dennis was sober enough and fully realized he was being fucked. D : oh yes, oh yes fuck me daddy , fuck me as hard as you can. D : I love feeling your fat cock inside me. Why didn't you ever do this before. M : Let's not think about the past let's look to the future. Dennis groaned and enjoyed the fuck he was getting from his father. Michael enjoyed every moment he was in his son's cunt. The pussy no longer felt tight like it had at the beginning of the evening. It felt the way a slut cunt was supposed to feel, wide open and dripping with seed. Dennis had fully embraced his true self and was looking at Michael like a real slut with cum-demanding eyes. Michael began to thrust more firmly and took Dennis' hard cock in his hand and began jerking him off Dennis didn't need much more to squirt, Michael saw this and wanted to cum at the same time as his son. M : say it when you are going to squirt son. D : I'm going to squirt father, I'm going to squirt. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck Dennis groaned and panted very heavily and from his hard thick cock spurted a solid stream of sperm, he squirted so hard he squirted right into his own face. He squirted another string or 4 and then had a few spasms. Michael came at the same time as Dennis and Dennis felt his guts being filled with his father's seed. The others enjoyed the spectacle and Nick, Ed and Andy also squirted for a second time. Sam took a butt plug and threw it on the bed. Michael took the big fat plug and gently pushed it into Dennis' gaping pussy. M: This one we'll let sit for a while son, just to make sure my DNA transforms your cells. Dennis sighed deeply when the plug was in place and then kissed his father. M : did you like it son D : yes daddy M : I will take care of you from now on D : then fuck me every day M : do you want that my son D : I want nothing more daddy M : then I will fill your cunt every day with the cum you deserve my son M : until your fucking flu, and then we will celebrate your birth is that ok D : yes daddy I'm looking forward to it After writing this third part, my balls were about to pop. Hopefully this part reads over like I saw it passing in my mind.

Fuckin hot. And like a trip down memory lane, New York City in the late 80s.

Chapter 28: Piss for All We got back to their cabin, and my friends dad told him to get face down in the sling. He told us he was going to piss fuck his son, and we were welcome to piss on his son, or in his mouth as he filled his pig hole with his piss. Marc was obviously excited and asked my step dad to fill his ass with our toxic piss. We kinda of expected he would ask, so we didn't waste much piss on my friend! We removed Marc's chastity device and my step dad filled him with his piss first, followed by me. While we were pissing in Marc, my friends dad put on a cruel condom and started fucking his son roughly. He told his son could never had too many strains in him, and he hoped to add a few more. He finished quickly and my step dad asked if he could use the cruel condom on Marc. He said sure as even though he couldn't breed Mark, his and his sons blood would be on the condom, perhaps he could spread a strain. He took off the cruel condom and he had fucked his son so hard his cock was bleeding quite a bit too. My step dad slipped the cruel condom on his cock, and fucked Marc as hard or even harder than the other dad had fucked his son. After he shot his load in him, he took off the cruel condom and told Marc and I to clean his bloody cock. My step dad then said it was time for me to drop the fourth toxic load in Marc. I was excited as fuck knowing his ass was totally prepared to receive my toxic load. After I seeded Marc, I asked if they had a toothbrush I could use to be sure our blood and toxic cum worked its way into his body. Of course they delivered and I brushed Marc's hole aggressively before plugging him. My friend said Marc was having all the fun, and said he wanted Marc to breed him. He got in the sling and said breed me bitch. Marc was already rock hard, and entered my friends ass with ease. He was pre lubed by his dad's cum and blood, so Marc entered quite easily. The rest of us got together on the bed, but didn't have any sex. We knew the night was young, and we wanted to save our cum for when it was most important. After Marc seeded my friend, they joined us in bed, creating a pile of sweaty cum and piss full Pigs.

I just returned from a CumUnion weekend at The Works bathhouse in Indianapolis. This is a 6-hour round-trip drive for me, but I have been going up there ever since CumUnion started there in the years before the pandemic. It has always been my practice to arrive at 8am, take a 12-hour room, and extend my time through 1am or so to take in the party. I have always preferred The Works for the steamroom, which has been the best of any bathhouse I’ve been to. That was then. After the pandemic, the place changed ownership. When I was there in February, things seemed more or less the same, but the vibe was off…and the steam room was much too hot. Their solution was to open the door to the room until it cooled down. I didn’t have as much luck then, but I wrote it off to chance. This time, I got up there, headed out, and noticed on their website that their hours were now listed as 10am-midnight. Fuck. I pulled into their lot, expecting to have to wait a couple of hours. The sign said ‘Open’. In fact, their website is, and I quote from the staff, “A clusterfuck.” But there’s nothing they can do about it. I take a 12-hour room, and re-up for a six-month membership. I get set up, strip down, and happily head for the steamroom. Or rather, the scalding-room. The steam is so hot that you can barely touch the walls, and if you were to take a deep breath, you would scald your lungs. I went to the desk to report the situation. ”Nothing we can do until the manager gets here at 4:00,” I was told. ”It’s a safety hazard,” I said. “Can I open the door?” ”We can’t do that.” An hour later someone came by my room to tell me a calk had been put in to the manager. Five hours later, the room had cooled - because they had turned off the steam. The walks were now dry, but still radiating heat because they had been so hot. Steam would not return until around 5:30pm, meaning that for 9 of the 12 hours in which I paid for use of a steam room, there was no steam room. Which meant that, for 9 of the 12 hours, I was unable to position myself in one of the most likely places to get a cock shoved up my ass. Fast forward to 8pm. The 12 hour room is about up, so I go down to re-up the room for the usual additional five hours for the CumUnion party, an additional $20. ”I’d like to extend my room, please.” ”That I cannot do.” “What?” ”On party nights, we can’t extend rooms.” ”I’ve been doing this for years. When did this happen?” ”Last week.” So I go back up, get dressed, gather my things, strip the linens, and go down to check out, as I am being kicked out. As I hand in the key, I ask, “So, how long would a person have to exit the building before he could come back in and you would let him have a room again?” “Oh, he doesn’t have to leave, he can do it standing right there, as soon as he checks out.” ! !! ”I’ve just checked out,” I said. “May I please have an extension on my time?” ”That I cannot do.” !! !!! ”May I please have another room?” ”Sure. Three hours for the party, that’s $30.” Jesus. Christ. They force you to check out before you can check back in again, and for their party - note this - where you once got five hours for $20, you now pay $30 for three. That’s a 250% hourly rate increase! When I was finished with my three hours and checked out - again - the guy said, “Next time you come in your membership card will be here at the desk.” I replied, “That’s okay, I don’t believe I’ll be coming back.” It’s simply no longer worth a 6-hour round-trip, and I’ll be damned If I pay double-and-a-half for incompetence. For all the places elsewhere in the forum where I’ve recommended this bathhouse in the past - disregard. It’s absolutely not what it once was.

Last weekend there were tremendous thunderstorms - didn't go out much*. I did head over to Slammer on Sunday night, not many guys there at all, but one of the guys in the darkroom - he was a hot-holed kid - just what I needed. Bent over and whispered Breedtalk in his ear - told him how proud his Dad was of him, how sweet his Hole was, shared him with another guy for a while ... it was fun. Hoping for decent weather this weekend though. *my daily-driver is a little tinkertoy of a car - it would have flooded out easily trying to get around, since in my 'hood there are no gutters. The water just stands, covering the streets until it finally soaks into the ground beside the pavement. Are you listening, Mr. Mayor ???

It could get confusing if people can’t tell whether you’re a Florist or a Floorist.

That may be the case for the twink gay bars where flashy club clothes are all the rage, but the hanky code is alive and well at leather/fetish bars and events. Check out any adult store that sells fetish gear and you'll see the gamut of colors in leather vests, pants, chaps, caps, harnesses, hoods, hankies, gauntlets, cock rings, etc etc. It's true that some of the younger crowds may not be aware that the colors mean something specific, but the fetish community is always willing to lovingly educate anyone wanting to learn. It's an important part of gay history, and now that the fetish community is much larger and includes bi, trans, and a pretty good percentage of straight folks, it's not just a gay thing anymore. So again, still very much used if you know where to look.

Been taking loads deep in my ass since I was 15 years m not stopping now that I’m married 😂😂😂

Very true @hnthole. I pretty much knew when my buds were going to pass in the 80's and even the 90's. I pretty much automatically pulled in the range of my fuck circle as much as I could. A half assed serial monogamy sort of thing. As knowledge of HIV and treatments emerged in the 90's my inner slut came out to play more. I always have had poz friends and we taught each other. Still do....

Agreed. The shock of not knowing which of your friends/fuckbuds/neighbors would be around by the time next week rolled around was more than enough to make guys of all kinds withdraw from the action, and quickly. There was a fun bar over on Broadway called Loading Dock, and the second, back-bar area was where everyone fucked. I remember going over there with my other half during the earlier days, and there were guys just standing staring at this pair of men, completely naked, fucking bareback. Shocked, stunned men - maybe 25 or 30 of them - just staring in disbelief at these two. We figured that both were already positive, and just thought they'd continue to fuck right up until the last chance to do it, knowing they'd both be gone soon. Guys who never went through it can emphasize, and that's to their credit, but they'll never comprehend the depth of the horror.

As a matter of history, the faded Hollywood B-movie "star" (who, coincidentally played sidekick to a chimpanzee), and then ran successfully for President - the man who never once allowed the descriptive acronym to escape his painted lips - could have done better than almost anyone else in the country to raise the alarm. But no, he retreated to his fevered imaginative 'city on a hill' script while thousands died. Maybe Randy paid too much attention to Cary, and the above-referenced Bonzo went nuts with jealousy ....

“Hey Wanker, can I talk to you for a sec?” Chunk asked in a low voice after he came to sit down next to him. Wanker glanced over as he took another bite of the hamburger and macaroni casserole they were being fed. After the failed attack on the compound the Bravos had been given their gear and told to set up camp just outside the compound in a cleared area. Then they’d been told to get some sleep and they all crashed for a luxurious four hours straight once Sarge had given the all clear that their camp passed inspection. Normally camp inspection was a job for Assmunch and Sleeper, but no one knew where Assmunch was. And Bootlicker and Weeble were AWOL too. Sleeper had gotten himself skull punched and in spite of his arguing that he was fine, Sarge told him to shut his dickhole and sleep it off. It was sometime in the early morning hours and something about the quiet and darkness after the last 48 hours was especially relaxing. The silence had a different flavor just after a battle drill exercise. It felt empty. And whoever was doing the cooking here was amazing. The casserole had some kind of cheese and maybe salsa? that added a whole other level to basic hamburger and macaroni. That was on top of the fact that tree bark and dandelions would have tasted excellent after their ordeal. “Sure Chunk. What’s up?” He answered between mouthfuls. That was another thing, there was plenty to eat which was a rarity when out on patrol. He was already on his second serving. Chunk looked off at the other Bravos, then down at his plate. “I was just…”. He paused. “Just spit it out, brother. We help each other, right?” He gave Chunk a friendly grin. “But no Bootlicker secrets, okay? You know I can’t.” Chunk looked up and gave a nervous grin. “Nah, I don’t want to know anything about any of THAT.” Then he took a deep breath to reinforce his resolve. “I was just wondering… what’s it like?” “What’s what like?” “You know… getting fucked. Does it hurt?” Chunk said it in a rush, as if taking too long to ask would force him to chicken out. Wanker smiled. “That’s it? That’s what’s got you all worked up and nervous? Relax man, it’s no big deal. You can ask me anything you want. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, but the first time it hurt like hell. But that had more to do with how big the dick was.” Chunk’s eyes widened slightly. “Was it Footlong?” Then he held up a hand. “You don’t have to tell me, I shouldn’t have asked.” A chuckle escaped Wanker’s lips. “No, it wasn’t Footlong. And technically, it wasn’t the first dick that hurt, it was the second one. The guy wasn’t trying to be gentle.” Chunk stared at him with a slack jaw, mouth open in shock. “Were you raped, Wanker?” Wanker looked away and took a deep breath. “No man, it wasn’t rape. I gave him permission. I guess it’s no big deal if you know. Assmunch knows, he helped me through when I came back to the barracks. Fuck, it hurt just to hold my asshole closed. Mostly it wasn’t so bad during even if it was pretty brutal, but after… well afterwards it was my brain making the pain worse than what it had to be.” Chunk was fighting between sympathy and curiosity, and curiosity won out. “Why did you give the guy permission?” Wanker looked at him with a peaceful smile that lacked all regret. “Because I didn’t want to leave the Bravos. Didn’t want to chance it. It was either take the punishment or get booted.” Hearing Wanker put it so plainly hit a sympathetic chord in Chunk’s soul. He would have made the same choice. He nodded at Wanker’s words. “Yeah, I woulda done the same, I think.” “Besides, Sarge broke me in before Horvath dished out the punishment, so I was okay with what happened. I did deserve it, at the very least for being caught. Sarge isn’t so bad, he said that was the main mistake I made, being stupid enough to get caught. And I learned how much I love you guys, so I wouldn’t take it back.” It appeared that Chunk had a never ending supply of shocked, wide-eyed gaping looks to give, because another one transformed his face into disbelief. “Sarge?” Wanker nodded. “Yup. He’s got a big crank, and you’ve seen his nuts, fucking huge sack. And then Horvath’s just a goddamn horse. If Sarge hadn’t opened me up easy, Sergeant Charlie would have ripped me open.” “Damn.” Chunk whispered, staring off into space. After a few moments, he continued. “You said it doesn’t hurt anymore, though.” “Nah, now it’s good, no big deal. Sometimes I’m not even thinking about it when one of the guys is taking a run. Sometimes it feels good too. It can be a good way to relax everything and just let go.” The fourth variation of incredulity froze on Chunk’s face. Man, the guy was cracking Wanker up with how many different ways he could demonstrate being mentally thrown off his feet. “I could probably take another Horvath fucking no problem now.” He said, trying for a fifth variation. He wasn’t disappointed, and it made him laugh. “Dude, do you practice those looks in the mirror? I swear to God they just keep getting better.” “It’s just… I mean… wow! How big?” Chunk stuttered. Wanker held up his arm and pointed to his forearm to his wrist. Then, it was Wanker’s turn to stare off. “You want to know the best part? I feel closer to you guys. I like taking care of the brothers that need it. It’s like I’m doing something good for them, even if it’s just something stupid like getting them off and helping them feel good. I feel like I’m paying you guys back for putting up with all the times Bootlicker and I got us all in trouble. Pulling my weight a little.” “It’s not stupid, Wanker. They joke around sometimes about you being a good fuck, but they’re always grateful. And they don’t ever talk bad about you for doing it. Shark says you’re prime.” Chunk reached out an arm and grasped Wanker’s shoulder. “You know we love you, we love Bootlicker too. I’m glad you wanted to stick around, brother. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” Wanker felt his eyes begin to fill up. He fought it down, but it was hard to do. “Thanks, Chunk. Feels good to hear that.” He replied sincerely, putting another fork full of food in his mouth to cover his difficulty holding back his emotions. “I think I want to try it.” Chunk said. Wanker coughed up the bite he was just about to swallow. He proceeded to keep coughing. He grabbed his canteen to try to take a drink between his choking coughs. After 30 seconds of getting himself calmed down, he said “Warn a brother before you just spit something like that out.” “Sorry, man.” Chunk gave a small laugh then got serious. “I don’t know, I’m not into dudes, but you guys aren’t really just dudes, you know? And I get horny sometimes. I only ever see you guys.” He sighed. “Don’t laugh, but sometimes I get so crazy for someone to touch me. We all joke around a lot, horseplay, but it’s all just regular stuff. When we did massages at Airborne that first week it felt so good to have someone put their hands on me to make me feel good. I know it sounds dumb and pretty gay.” He looked down at the ground as if he was ashamed for showing sensitivity and vulnerability. Wanker put his plate down and moved closer to Chunk. “It’s not dumb, Chunk. I get it.” He put his arm around Chunk’s shoulders and pulled him into him. “We’re brothers, and we’re all really close. I think I know why you’re asking about all this.” He gave Chunk a squeeze. “We’re close, but there’s a line. We can joke around but it’s always got to be a joke. A little grab ass, an armlock instead of a long hug. But look, if you need a little extra love, dude, just ask. Most of the guys here wouldn’t bat an eye. You want a buddy cuddle, just say it. And if you want more than that, you know I’m available anytime.” In a move Wanker would never have predicted from Chunk, his brother tilted his head and laid it on his shoulder. “Thanks Wanker.” “And look, if you ever do want your cherry popped we can make that happen too, so don’t worry about it so much, okay? Take it from me, it’s not a big deal. What happens to your asshole doesn’t define you as a man. It’s just an asshole, who the fuck cares what goes into it or comes out? Plus, if you’re going to do it, it’s best if you let a brother take care of it. It’ll stay in the Brotherhood. And no one here is going to look at you different afterwards. Just be sure that’s what you want.” Chunk heaved a sigh and Wanker felt him relax even more. “Maybe you’re right, that I’m not really looking to get fucked. I don’t know.” Another sigh. “My head’s all over the place. I know it wouldn’t even come up if we had access to females.” Wanker pulled his hand off Chunk’s shoulder and rubbed it across his head, sliding it through the short buzz of his clipper cut, drawing a low purr from Chunk’s throat. “Yeah, I feel ya, man. That would be nice. In spite of all the action I’m getting, it’s not the same. A little pussy would be fantastic.” They sat like that for a few minutes, taking comfort in their shared misery, Wanker never stopping his gentle motions on Chunk’s skull. Wanker thought that it was really nice that they could just sit like that without worrying about what the other guys would say. Trusting your brothers was a good, warm feeling. At that moment it seemed stupid that men couldn’t do this anytime they wanted without it being seen as something more than what it was. A little pussy every now and then, plus the love of your brother, yeah that would be a perfect life. ***************************** “I disagree, McGregor. I’m not useful in any way. Not for this.” Ulster McGregor shook his head. He didn’t know what was up with Brickmann, but it was clear he was avoiding his nephew. But he wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t useful as someone to use against the kid. Not anymore. At this point, all he would be good for was to comfort the kid. And Private Brickmann didn’t appear to need all that much comforting. It was a shame they couldn’t break any bones or make some cuts. That usually took things into serious territory, but Ulster was fairly sure the kid wouldn’t break easily and a few broken bones and slices wasn’t likely to have a different result. Bennett agreed saying the lack of flinching and cowering while he jabbed, punched, and kicked the kid indicated the subject had accepted the current level of persuasion and the next level was necessary. They could psychologically break him, it wouldn’t be difficult, but there was no purpose to that. He wasn’t holding any actual intel. Collins had simply said to attempt to get any secrets, no matter how small, from him. Bennett agreed that the kid endured far better than most that were tested this way. And the level 2 rape, while distasteful and not enjoyable for either party, was never the real goal. Rape was tricky as a mental punishment. For men at a certain level of training it didn’t physically affect them much, but mentally and emotionally? It could shatter the foundations of their confidence. Men believed their strength was rooted in their manhood, especially soldiers. Damage their manhood and they questioned their ability to resist. The more it mattered to them, the worse it was. But the rape had to be tailored to the stage they were in life, and you had to know something personal about them to make it an effective technique for breaking a subject. It was why it wasn’t usually an option. However, a buck Private in the U.S. Army, first leadership position as Platoon leader, separated from his men with no hope of rescue. He should have fought like a banshee, or begged with tears and snot running down his face. Instead, it was as if he just ignored it. Just like he ignored the beatings. Ulster wasn’t quite sure how to evaluate that, except that the kid was resistant to the usual low level techniques. Nor could he reconcile the fact that the kid’s uncle wasn’t all that torn up about it, at least not enough to make himself known to his nephew and get him back on his feet. “Tom will be fine, Ulster. Now isn’t the time to bring me in. Let me take the idiot out, get him away from the rest. You keep Tom here. I’ll take the idiot as my project.” Brickmann explained. “He’s hiding something. He shouldn’t be Tom’s second. I haven’t seen anything that makes him special enough to warrant that position, so either Tom knows something about him that makes it worth having him as his second or there’s something else. But regardless, the kid needs to step up or get out of the way. Quincy Washington, the little guy Chambers, or the one they call Bootlicker would make a much better second. I’ll bring the idiot back for explosives training, but the rest I’ll handle in the mountains.” “Fine. Montelongo does need handling. Maybe try to figure out why that hasn’t happened yet. Sergeant Walters should never have approved his assignment as second, but maybe it’s a test for your nephew, or a lesson. I’ll have Bennett work with Walters.” Ulster replied. “What are you going to do with the other two?” Brickmann asked, taking a last look at the contents of the file folder he held in his hands. “You going to tell them it was all a psy op?” Ulster grinned. “I figured we keep them going until they figure it out. I think putting them back with their unit would dilute their focus. They are both very intense. And determined. I like the little guy. If any of these kids are going to make it to Battalion, it’ll be these two and your nephew. The little guy deserves my personal attention. Hammer is better for the other kid. I haven’t decided if the little ego competition they are fighting with each other is useful for a training enhancement yet. Hammer and I do things differently and my kid responds to praise and emotional support, eager to please. Having Hammer around will keep the kid’s guard up. Did you know he calls Hammer ‘Whisperman’ like some creepy horror movie?” Ulster chuckled. Ivan Brickmann laughed. “I heard that on the ears. That’s Gregory’s own fault. He really puts it on thick when he wants to. He wanted the kid afraid. If you’re going to have a fucked up voice, why not use it?” Ulster nodded. “Well it got him moving. Alright, you take Montelongo out, see if you can find out what his deal is and break his complacency. It’s up to you whether you want to tell him about your nephew. I’ll have Bennett have a go at the Sergeants, they should get along nicely, same basic animal. I just know Collins is doing one of his nerd projects and it would be nice if just this once he told us the point. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good mystery and it keeps me on my toes, but we can be way more effective with these kids if we know the goal.” Brickmann’s answering laughter was loud and exuberant. “Ah, Ulster. The rats don’t get told why they get the cheese. Whatever he wants with these kids he wants something else from us. You should be used to it by now. If we have to be his circus monkeys every now and then, or rats in one of his mazes, you know it’ll be worth it. Besides, he’s not asking us to do anything but what we want to do and what we’re good at.” Ulster looked down at his desk, lost in thought. He had six teams on foreign soil at the moment but right now they were independent operators and needed no oversight. He had two weeks to toughen these kids up enough to sail through the Ranger Induction Program. They had a good start with the training they’d had up to this point and they were far more motivated than their usual students which were foreign military or civilian guerrillas who barely knew which end of the gun a bullet flew out of. And that training didn’t go beyond skills needed for a specific operation or mission. How to kidnap a subject. Destroy this bridge. Stop the upcoming attack on this village. Rescue these prisoners. If Americans had to be sent in they either couldn’t be seen, or everyone that was a witness had to be killed. Most of the time, putting down enemy fighters to the last man was okay, even if it was messy and left questions. But sometimes the operation couldn’t look TOO professional. Sometimes they had to be ghosts. Sometimes it was about retrieving someone in an organization that needed to disappear. Delicate missions. Local resources. Anything that needed to happen that wouldn’t point back to the U.S. JSOC and SOF like SEAL teams were useful for many missions, especially when support was crucial. But there were far more situations that didn’t require moving a mountain or couldn’t endure the notice of allies or the U.N. And while a country like Somalia might not track and identify every single aircraft over its airspace, you could bet that the Soviet satellites did, or worse NATO. Having to answer to your allies for a local action or regional incursion was far worse than telling the Soviets to fuck off. Often it was your own allies that were the worst at using intel against you. It was always a bargaining chip in some negotiation for aid, trade or raid. And now the Soviet States were independent. That would ordinarily be a win for democracy. Except for the question of how the various military resources, including the nukes, were divided. And who ended up controlling Russia, the largest Soviet State. Correction: Former Soviet State. It was still difficult to stop using the word Soviet. In the resulting chaos of the dissolution of the USSR, Ulster found a niche he was able to exploit and grow his small training facility into a global mercenary force. The Eastern Bloc countries had thrown out the Soviet loyalist communists and Russian officials and through back channels had asked for certain resources, mostly information trading, to shore up their protection from Moscow. Most of that came in the form of identifying Soviet agents that were planted in organizations in their country. Ulster had gotten his chops as a subversive military advisor for the Afghans in their ten year war against the Soviet Union. Of course it was a not-so-secret secret that the U.S. was arming and training the Afghanistan guerilla forces, the Mujahideen. It was one of the reasons the Soviets hadn’t succeeded. Another reason, probably more accurate, was that war was a valuable commodity. Sure, it was expensive, difficult, and problematic when conducted so far away from your power core. But you couldn’t sharpen your blade on air, and you couldn’t support your military industry without an enemy. At least half the problem was that the USSR was arrogant and didn’t feel that putting in a maximum effort was worth it for Afghanistan. They treated the military action as a training exercise rather than an actual war. Well, it wasn’t completely because of that, they were fighting the gradually growing resistance to the failures of communism. The recession of the mid-70’s to the mid 80’s didn’t only affect the western capitalist nations. The life of the average citizen wasn’t good anywhere in the world, but in Soviet countries it was particularly dismal. So the USSR wasn’t unified, and the Iron Curtain couldn’t completely block information that the rest of the world wasn’t suffering near as badly as they were. There were no food lines, no shortages in the Western countries. And the people blamed their leaders. Leaders who only made it worse by making the most vocal detractors ‘disappear’. Ulster shook off the useless musings. He could write a ten volume series on the slow deterioration of the former USSR from the unique perspective of an Operator whose primary missions had been to sow dissent and destabilize, to enable resistance and generally cause chaos, some openly as U.S. military but most from the darkness behind the curtain. It exposed the opportunity that a private mercenary company could have. But he took it a step further. Most of the mercs out in the world were small outfits. Limited Strike teams that expanded their personnel only if the job required it, hiring whoever they needed for a temporary job, but keeping only a core group of twenty or less as a permanent group. There were thousands of floaters out there, former agents or soldiers with no particular loyalty or morality. About half were in the business of selling information back to their former masters. After all, if you could get paid twice for the same amount of work, why not? And thanks to Ulster’s former job, he knew almost all of them. Almost all of them were men, and some women, who couldn’t bear a life of normalcy, of civilian laziness. It was an addiction to adrenaline, to danger, to challenge and pitting their skills against something bigger than whether to eat pork chops or meatloaf for dinner that night. Deadlines, the dance of evasion or escape and knowing the secrets of the world was far more seductive than mowing your lawn and going to the mall later. It took an immense amount of focus and determination to leave that world behind. The success rate for reintegration was about 50% and entirely dependent on the personality. Ulster was fortunate that he woke up and realized that his family was more important than what he did for work. He wasn’t sure exactly when his job became his priority, but Heather leaving him and taking the kids terrified him far more than facing down an enemy. So he changed. If he had to pick one thing that separated those who could leave the life of excitement and danger, and those who couldn’t, it was that the successful ones found something else they couldn’t afford to lose, something far more important. So he founded International Conflict Resources with most of the loose money he’d stashed away from various missions over twelve years. He was surprised to find out it all came to roughly 15 million U.S. once it was converted. The thing about warlords, political tools, and petty regional thugs was that they loved having money laying around, as if bricks and stacks of it made them feel good when they looked at it. Or they were afraid if they let it too far away from them it would be stolen. It was a strange psychological reaction but there was a reason for it: Organization independence when the regional banking system was easily utilized by other agencies to discover, manipulate, or cripple your limited organization. Loose money was a protection against being frozen. And it was a Plan B if everything fell apart. They could run and hide and use that money to start again. However, as in all other things, these limited organizations always believed they found a clever way to hide when in fact they were just using a method that organizations had used for hundreds of years, methods that governments and agencies were well prepared for. Money laundering, shell entities, distributed caches, non-active players acting as holders (some of them legitimate), all of them easily tracked and mapped out. And while the U.S. either seized or turned over to local governments the ‘official’ money, the loose money wasn’t significant enough to worry about and whichever team managed to find it could keep it as a bonus. Most of that fell into the ‘personal stockpile’ category of specific players and amounted to less than 100K. If you brought it into the US all you needed was an identifier to register it as foreign earnings so the IRS could send you a tax bill. Those identifiers came with the contract package as a standard perq. Ulster had taken a page from the organizations he’d taken down over the years and left his cut in distributed caches, accounts or businesses all over the world. When he began doing it he didn’t have a specific plan other than a nice retirement nest egg. It wouldn’t do to put that money to use while he was still working and his family enjoyed a comfortable middle class income provided by his legitimate employment. It was only when he cycled out of his action team and officially ‘retired’ that he established International Conflict Resources. He started small. Just himself and one guy from his former team hiring out as ‘advisors’ on carefully chosen operations for the US government. Over the last four years they’d grown into a respectable mercenary outfit that provided a full range of services from basic security contracts to small incursions and raids. He was the first one to approach newly separated operators and peak specialities soldiers to recruit for his growing organization thanks to his former handler feeding him potential recruits. He had placement for each of the psychological types - those who wanted to stay domestic and out of the fight, those who couldn’t mentally leave the fight behind, those who were geared more to support and logistics, those who were masters of infiltration and intel gathering, and more. Brickmann was one of the latter types. He loved the mental chess match of infiltration and was impressive in his ability to remake himself into any type of character. But it was his uncanny ability to figure out what his target needed and slide into that role that proved his worth. If there was anyone that could get inside the Montelongo kid’s head, it was him. Knowing Brickmann, he’d play it blind. This wasn’t life or death so he’d forego the standard background intel on the subject. Brickmann said ‘reactions, questions, casual conversations are all more natural if you don’t know.’ Again, that was part of Brickmann’s gift. Ulster knew Brickmann would think it too easy to gain the trust of the Montelongo kid if he had a file on him first. There were a few other standouts in the first group Collins had sent here. The one they called Weeble was a surprise and Ulster intended to push him as far along the path as he could because the kid had potential. Initiative and motivation, a refusal to quit, determination and a quiet strength all hidden by that meek, willing personality. The way he’d dealt with his abandonment checked off a lot of boxes. How he’d fought through his Whisperman ordeal checked off others. And then there was his interaction with Ulster himself. The kid didn’t whine, didn’t complain, made split second decisions and didn’t look back. He dedicated himself to the mission and went beyond expectations. That kind of drive and determination, the fight beyond his abilities, the confidence in his actions couldn’t be taught. That came from a history of overcoming obstacles and created character that bled off into others that surrounded him. The sexual episode, while fun, was a test he’d passed with flying colors. Not the way he submitted himself, but afterwards when the kid maintained his focus and moved forward without the episode having a single effect. That kind of absolute compartmentalization was an unusual and valuable trait. Ulster wrote out a list of the notables and assigned handlers from his available men. The rest would get group training as a class. When he finished, he was slightly surprised that his list was as long as it was. For the hundredth time in the last two days he wondered what Collins was doing with these kids. Ordinarily there might have been two, maybe three standouts in a normal Infantry Platoon. The quality he was seeing in these troops hinted that Collins had selected each of them specifically. He also suspected that Brickmann’s nephew played a large part in who these troops were. One of the benefits of effective leadership was that it elevated subordinates and wouldn’t allow mediocrity to endure. He could quote the historical military tactician that paraphrased but he had to get moving and his mind was busy making a plan. *********************** “BENNETT!” Brickmann yelled as he climbed the stairs inside the command center. He passed Fazzini as he walked up. “Grab Decker.” He told Fazzini. Fazzini grinned with a squint of his impossibly light blue eyes before hurrying down the stairs. Once Brickmann entered the top floor with windows that overlooked the still dark compound he saw Bennett sitting at the security desk, looking at the monitors that had various video feeds. “What do you want, Ivan?” Bennett replied in a deep impatient voice without even giving him the courtesy of looking at him. Ivan crossed his arms and planted his feet. “I want to kick your ass you piece of shit.” Bennett stood up and inflated his impressive size. Now he did grace Ivan with a look. A mean, challenging look. “Fuck off. You mad I fucked your nephew?” Bennett spat with a snide smirk. Bennett was a large man. Bearded even though he still kept his black hair cut in a military fade, he looked like a pro wrestler complete with that slightly insane glint in his dark eyes. The beard was cut in a Spartan style, shorter and straight on the sides of the jaw, but longer on the chin to create an even point. He’d be handsome if it wasn’t for the big nose that had obviously been broken more than a couple times in the past. Crooked and with a thick knot halfway up the length said the man had refused to have it fixed. He had a heavy brow and prominent cheekbones he kept free of beard growth. Bennett liked to think of himself as a real tough guy. He kept in shape and loved to use his size to intimidate. There was only one way to deal with a man that stood three inches taller and 50 pounds heavier. Ivan’s foot flashed out faster than Bennett could react and slammed into his crotch with every ounce of brutal force he could impart. Right in the nuts. If you went for that move, you had to give it everything. But he gave props to Bennett for not vomiting. A lesser man would have emptied his stomach. Bennett collapsed with a grunt of pain. That never got old. He gasped while trying to steady himself on his hands and knees. One good knee to the side of Bennett’s head finished the job to send him reeling over onto his side, curled up into a ball. Fazzini and Decker arrived a few seconds after. “Put him over the desk.” Brickmann said. They yanked Bennett up and threw him face down over the desk. He grabbed the waistband of Bennett’s trousers and pulled with a full powered heave as the fabric ripped and exposed the sturdy oversized meat of his bare, hairy ass. He began to struggle but an uppercut between his legs right into his already sore balls put a stop to that. “Behave yourself boy. You’ve already lost.” Ivan spat. “Fuck you, pussy.” Bennett managed. That made Ivan grin. “We’ll see who’s the pussy here.” Going in dry wasn’t easy. It was painful on your dick, but the trick was to work it in slowly. Bennett thrashed on the desk, held down by Fazzini and Decker, which made it even more of a challenge so Ivan punched his fist down into Bennett’s mouth, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping onto the desk. “Look at you, first blood. Not so tough now, are you?” Bennett’s only response was to grunt in pain as the head of Ivan’s impressive dick popped through his outer ring. His legs seized up and he clenched down in reflex. “Relax, or I’ll break your nose, boy.” Ivan growled, punching the bigger man in the right kidney. “No. I’m gonna break your dick off.” Bennett promised. “Fine.” Ivan said with no inflection, managing to get a little more dick forced inside before slamming his palm down right beside Bennett’s nose, causing a gush of blood to join the small pool already on the desk from his split lip. They were all breathing heavily, Fazzini and Decker having to use all their weight to keep Bennett pinned, Bennett fighting with all he had against the weight of the three of them, and Ivan keeping up the pressure of forcing himself inside this beast dry while beating down with his fists. Bennett was no easy victim but this was going to get done. And finally, Ivan’s hips were pressed firmly up against Bennett’s hairy cheeks. Still, his big meaty ass meant Ivan was only halfway planted. Big round muscle asses were great to look at, but the hole was buried deeper than your average man. He reached down and grabbed the torn fabric of Bennett’s trousers and ripped the right leg further until he could free Bennett’s knee to pull it up onto the desk, spreading his ass enough to push all the way in. “Aaaaahhh, fuck!” Bennett gasped wetly through the blood. “That’s right, it’s a fuck. That’s what happens to Beta bitches. Just what you deserve, getting dicked down by better men than you.” Ivan grunted while he gave a few short thrusts which drew out some fresh mucous from Bennett’s abraded hole. Irritate any mucous membrane and the automatic response of the body was to produce the slimy fluid meant to flush the foreign object or material out. And assholes worked just like the nose and mouth even if there was less fluid expelled. Bennett took the opportunity to buck, trying to get his right leg back down. Ivan pulled out completely and gave Bennett another punch to the balls before sliding his belt off in less than a second. He jammed his cock back in to the hilt accompanies by Bennett’s squeal of pain, then looped the belt around Bennett’s knee while he was momentarily incapacitated and pushing it into the handle of the drawer just below, securing it tightly. “Now we rock and roll. You’re weak. You’re nothing next to a real man. Can’t even fight back because you know this is where you belong, face down with a dick in your ass being beaten by an Alpha that’s older and tougher.” Ivan picked up the pace, thrusting hard and deep into Bennett’s warm, tight hole. The legs of the desk were giving out a squeak with every push, matching the grunts of pain from Bennett. “Stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Bennett’s tone had changed. “Please don’t, please stop.” His words were quiet and held none of the snide challenge from earlier. “Stop what?” Ivan ordered. “I’m pathetic. I’m so weak. You’re stronger. Please stop hitting me, sir.” Bennett pleaded. Ivan pulled out and stood back. He saw Bennett’s big body deflate, watched as his brutalized hairy asshole clenched and unclenched trying to adjust to the punishment, his full, trunk like thighs spread wide. Ivan signaled Fazzini and Decker who slowly took their weight off Bennett’s shoulders. Bennett didn’t move and lay there breathing hard. He was a picture, that was for sure. One leg cocked up and tied, his ass spread wide, his other leg not even trying to bear his weight. He remained in position. Ivan moved forward again, grabbing the two meaty globes of Bennett’s ass and pulling them further apart. He spat on Bennett’s tightly puckered hole and pushed the head of his hard cock against it. “You gonna be a good boy now?” “Yes, sir. I’m a good boy.” Bennett said in a childlike voice. “Yes, you are. Such a good boy.” Ivan repeated sweetly, reaching out a hand to stroke down the back of Bennett’s head as he slowly re-entered the big man. He noticed his left knee throbbing slightly from when he’d slammed it into Bennett’s hard skull earlier. Not as young as he used to be, and he hated the reminder. Bennett’s groan was one of whimpering pleasure now as he sunk the length of his thick cock inside the younger man. The Brickmann clan men were all gifted with above average equipment and he knew how perfectly it stretched a willing hole, whether that was ass or pussy. That was Bennett’s hidden need, the key to who he was. He responded to overwhelming dominance. Overwhelming. He couldn’t submit himself, as much as he really wanted to, without force. Inside, Bennett was desperate for validation from superior men. Ivan had met his type before, those who were too masculine, out to constantly prove how much better they were than all the other little men around them that they considered less masculine and competent. Strutting around with a chip on their shoulder, daring any confrontation. Derisive smirks on their lips, a glint of violence in their eyes. But given the right circumstances, that bravado melted into a soft pile of willing and compliant puppy dog who loved to serve. If the world proved anything, it was that even if you considered yourself an Alpha, there was always a bigger, badder Alpha out there. And Ultimate Alphas saw boys like Bennett as amusing little chihuahuas that barked and barked, nipped at their ankles, but easy enough to put in their place. The first Ultimate Alpha that taught the puppy that lesson had them for life if they chose. But true Alphas were made for hunting, so owning someone like Bennett wasn’t a goal for Ivan, and owning Bennett would not help him grow. That didn’t mean Bennett didn’t look at him and Ulster as his Alphas, which he always would. It was ingrained in his very soul now. If Ivan had just walked in and snapped his fingers Bennett would have removed his trousers and bent over the desk without a word. But Ivan knew how to keep Bennett on the leash, and that was to dominate him with brutality first. It was all about the trigger. And by continuing to demonstrate dominance before rewarding him as a good boy, it ensured Bennett would never just roll over for anyone and would eventually grow beyond the sub-Alpha stage. Oh, he might still find some big strong way too good looking beast to give it to him good, but that wouldn’t have anything to do with his authority or self image. And it was Brickmann’s duty as his Alpha to help him grow to that point. Ulster had given him the task. And he would fulfill it. They both had high hopes for the young wolf. Ivan didn’t enjoy the rough part, no true Alpha did, but it was what Bennett needed the most, almost more than the tender part afterwards. The rough part was what allowed him to let go, to let himself be dominated and commanded, but only by someone stronger that he accepted as an Alpha. Bennett was still young, at 31. Hopefully he could reconcile these two opposites inside himself eventually. He’d never become an Ultimate Alpha until he did. Ivan scowled. ICS wasn’t some perverted grooming outfit for guys to get their kicks with other guys. But there were many types of men, and men like Bennett had a specific need, and without that he’d act out. It was why the man had only barely made it to the end of his second enlistment. Competence could only cover for so much acting out. Ulster had recognized his belligerence immediately and had set Ivan the task of dissecting the man. And if a beat down and a fuck was what squared the beast away, that was what he would be trained with until he grew beyond such basic levels. Ivan wasn’t even sure how much he believed in the whole Alpha concept, but Bennett did. The boy needed strong leadership to bring out his best. And to him, submitting himself to another proven stronger male was how it happened. For now. Ivan hoped he didn’t have to keep fucking Bennett for much longer. It was losing its allure. Ivan did his duty in letting Bennett provide him pleasure and gradually worked himself up to orgasm by pounding Bennett’s ass as hard as he could. The desk had moved a foot, and he’d have to slow it down so the monitors didn’t come unplugged. Another crucial aspect of this side of Bennett was knowing he’d pleased a man he looked up to. So Ivan had to finish. Sure, it wasn’t an unpleasant duty and Ivan Brickmann enjoyed it, having this big, mean beast submissive to him, so he made certain he used his prime, grade A ass to maximum effect while Bennett moaned with grateful pleasure beneath him. The big dark haired man hadn’t moved an inch from the position they’d left him in when they released him. He truly was a good boy. There was something heady and serotonin inducing to submit a specimen like Bennett. “Oooh, yeah, you’re going to make me cum boy. Do you want me to cum?” Ivan moaned, keeping to the script. “Yes, sir. I want you to cum so bad. Please? I promise I’ll be good.” Bennett whimpered. The sincere and desperate need in Bennett’s voice brought Ivan to the brink, and he stopped right at the edge. When the feeling began to wane, he stroked a couple more times. He reached the brink again, feeling a small spurt of ejaculate leak out inside Bennett’s muscular, gripping hole. He paused, letting the moment back off, squeezing down, and even slower he thrust in before stopping again. It was building, and would reach the point of being unable to stop his orgasm regardless of what he did or didn’t do. Just the barest movement kept bringing him to the edge. He moved painfully slow, reveling in the wet rub of Bennett’s guts keeping him balanced on the knife edge. “Please…”. Bennett whined with a weak, trembling voice. That did it, it was happening. The flush of pleasure that started in his throat, spread across his chest and straight down his stomach to…not his dick, but under his dick, beneath it, just before exploding up from the base of his balls. He almost painfully pulled back and then sunk back into the warmth as his dick jerked and twitched with every thick ropey spurt of hot jizz spraying out in an almost continuous pour of molten seed. Character roles were one thing, but he was still a man fucking something wet, tight, and warm. Nature takes over at some point. “Oh fuck, oh my fucking God, oh holy fucking shit, oh shit…”. Ivan gasped as the powerful orgasm shook him from foot to eyeballs. The type of nutting that made your entire body spasm and lose control. The repeated flexing of every fiber in his dick was undeniable and uninterrupted, spewing forth more and more cum as if suctioning it right out of his balls in a way that made them ache so good. “Yes, give it to me, sir. Yes sir. Yes sir. I’m a good boy.” Bennett matched him with every uttered phrase. This was the moment of his greatest validation. He’d satisfied a superior male, gave him pleasure and accomplished his purpose. Ivan tried to catch his breath while remaining fully inside the younger man’s willing and receptive ass. “Good boy. Very good boy.” Ivan breathed, giving himself time to pull himself together. Bennett didn’t squeeze down on his dick. He wouldn’t do anything without Harris’ command. He withdrew his softening dick, which was a sign of having the best, most intense orgasm. A regular orgasm wouldn’t make him go soft and he often found himself continuing to fuck for a second orgasm, or a third. He sighed. That was the irony of life. The type of nut that made you cum the hardest also ensured you couldn’t do that again in any decent amount of time no matter how much you wanted to feel that soul shaking release a second time. While the average ones you could repeat many times in the course of a couple hours. It was almost as if your nervous system’s goal was to expel the full amount of your seed one way or another - either through one violent and explosive massive detonation, or through multiple lesser small caliber munitions deliveries. Bennett obediently remained in the same position. Ivan buttoned up his trousers and automatically went to secure his belt before he remembered it was strapping Bennett’s leg down. He moved to the side of the desk and knelt down to look Bennett in the eye. His nose had stopped bleeding, as had his split lip. He was going to have a black eye. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have to walk around for a week with a bruised up face, and everyone was going to know how he got that way. Bennett didn’t get beat up except for one specific way. And many were the men who thought they could do the job only to have Bennett’s mark on their faces instead. Lucky for them, Bennett didn’t do anything beyond teach them a lesson with his fists for over-estimating their ability to dominate him. And if there was one thing Bennett loved more than getting fucked by an Alpha male, it was beating the shit out of lesser men who were beneath him. Because of that, he didn’t discourage his male suitors. As long as they could take him down, they could have the prize, but if they couldn’t he would have plenty of fun banging them up and unconscious, which for someone with Bennett’s talents meant they didn’t pass out until he wanted them to pass out. There was a betting pool in ICR for who could take the longest beating, who managed to get the prize (which was now up to a whopping $8000 and had remained unclaimed for a year now, the last guy some insanely stacked Israeli Shayetet who Bennett insulted one too many times, trying to push him to prove it. Bennett smiled for a week after, and that was fucking weird as shit seeing him smile like that with half his face distorted from his beat down), and a pool for who had the most attempts. Again, Bennett knew about the betting pool and supported it. He wasn’t trying to chase anyone away. They just had to earn it. Of course, Ivan didn’t participate, it wouldn’t be fair as he’d already claimed the prize many times, usually when Bennett completed a job particularly well. As Bennett’s Alpha it was his right and duty. And after testing his nephew to the ultimate limit, Bennett deserved his reward. Tom would be better because of what Bennett had done. Decker moved up behind Bennett, his own reward for his participating in the fight. No, Decker and Fazzini wouldn’t qualify for the pool, being helpers didn’t count. Now that the big 6’3” hairy muscle boy was freshly fucked there wasn’t any difficulty sliding his own average sized cock up inside using Harris’ cum as lube. Still tight and incredibly warm, Decker began pounding. “Make it good, Decker. Hard and fast, like he likes it.” Ivan directed. If Bennett got the sense you weren’t fucking him like a real man should fuck, you’d lose out and he’d come out of his docile submission and you’d have to fight him down again. And Fazzini and Decker weren’t up to taking Bennett down on their own, even if his pants were ripped open and he had one eye swelling shut. “I know that, Brickmann. Shut the fuck up while I jam my dick in this bitch.” Decker growled, almost overplaying it. But the violent balls deep thrusts he shoved into Bennett’s jiggling meaty ass did enough to keep the angry rhino asleep. It was good that he didn’t linger and emptied his own nuts into the young muscle boy in quick order before giving up his place to Fazzini. As long as the train kept running, Bennett would stay in his good boy persona. While he was docile, anyone his Alpha gave him to could do what they liked. Ivan took the opportunity to look in Bennett’s dark brown eyes. “Hey there good boy. You did good with the kid in lockdown. I’m proud of you.” He said, stroking Bennett’s forehead. Bennett smiled as his face slid through the blood on the desktop with every one of Fazzini’s jabbing thrusts. “Thank you sir. I could bleed him without incapacitating him if you want. It wouldn’t damage him too much.” The eager offer made Ivan smile back. He sounded like a kid offering to get his father a beer and his favorite slippers. “Ulster will decide. The kid will be an Alpha, so target what you do with that goal in mind. I’m headed out, so be a good boy while I’m gone, okay?” Bennett nodded without breaking eye contact just as Fazzini came in his ass with a few low grunts. “Yes, sir. I’ll be a good boy. I’m always a good boy.” Brickmann gave him a pat on his head. “Yes you are. A very good boy.” He stood up and told Decker “Cover the desk while Bennett gets himself cleaned up.” After retrieving his belt and releasing the big man, he followed Bennett down the stairs, who walked with head held high and shoulders back in spite of his ass hanging bare with the shredded ruins of his trousers flopping loose. Several of the men turned to look, then resumed what they were doing without batting an eye as he and Bennett walked past on the main level. The state of Bennett’s face, and his big meaty ass exposed told them everything they needed to know. And they knew better than to give any indication of it or they would face a lesson from Bennett who would beat them to a pulp even if a river of jizz was sliding down his hairy hamstrings. Only after Bennett descended on the lift did it occur to Ivan that Bennett uncharacteristically wasn’t wearing underwear. A chuckle escaped his lips. Bennett was definitely a very good boy. He had been looking forward to Ivan’s visit. Now, he had to collect the Montelongo kid and be on his way. Shower first though, then load him up like a pack mule from the equipment in the bunker. He had a lot to learn.

Yesterday I met my new daddy on Scruff. He's 62 and I'm 34. He works in erectile health and has a huge fucking dick. That shit pushed my pussy back and made me bleed. He bred me deep as fuck while we made out and then I flipped him over and gave him my seed. Loved every minute. Going back today! 😈

Is it normal? Sex in small groups is a not uncommon occurrence that more often than not takes place among people known to each other simply because that’s the easiest way to arrange such things. There are informal groups if men all over who meet regularly to fuck in groups. Why are you concerned about whether it’s ‘normal’?” Why did you ‘chicken out’? All five of you chickened out, or just some of you? Or just you and your boyfriend? Or just one of you? The key to ensuring a good time at these things is not to go in with a lot of expectations, to be open-minded, willing and flexible, and to treat the occasion with good humor as an opportunity to have fun. Leave jealousy, pride and insecurity at the door - they did not receive an invitation. This is just sex. It’s a game with five players. Now, a note: Fucking is at its core a two-man job, so with a group of five there’s always the potential fir someone to feel on the outside at any given time. Care must be taken to keep the action mixed up and changing so everyone gets ti play in equal measure. Yes, three people can fuck at once using two holes on the same person, or fuck sandwich-style, but that places a burden on the one in the middle to split his attentions evenly, and it’s not easy, especially for someone inexperienced. I frankly don’t enjoy being spitroasted because I know I’m not doing justice to the cock in my mouth when my body is being rocked back and forth by the one banging my cunt. This especially important when committed couples are involved in the group, because if the couple allows their personal dynamic to limit overall play, it isn’t really an open five-man group. If the two of you are going to play with others, be prepared to share openly, and do not take any of it back home with you in the form of jealousy or hurt feeling. If that’s a risk, you’re not ready for this kind of play.

3 way in the video area a Flex in LA, bred a guy and was bred by a 3rd simultaneously. I'm now sitting at Burbank airport with empty balls, a full hole and a delayed flight home. I'll have to do some longer write ups on my vacation sex when I get home. I've had a very good time.

Just took a few loads from a dude on here for the first time 😈 met up in a wooded area and sucked him off. Then went back to his place to breed. Fucking so hot having his loads in me as im getting ready to go to my bfs house

Vicarious is one hot bottom boy and has one sweet boycunt. the boy's ass-gash was built for breeding and taking multiple loads of cum. all I used to breed his fuckhole was spit, and the kid can take a raw bare cock like a real man. I kept pounding loads into his boycunt and he kept asking for more. the kid couldnt get enough of my man made protein sprayed into his fuckgut. the boy totally fit in at the fuck party and the guys loved watching him take each of my DNA shots. he's built for being a raw bareback cum pig. I plan on breeding him more, teach him, and turn the boy into a cum addicted manwhore.

Near Home—September, 2022 A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more. I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore. I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month… I open the door of the straight theatre. Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees. I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need. There are more men here, but they aren’t in action. Yet. I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking. In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen. I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in. I sit and open my fly. As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster. The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip. He has a nice thin seven incher. He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head. From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet. The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges. He sees me and makes right for me. His cock is out and swinging. He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch. It doesn’t take long. He erupts again, never getting hard. I look at Seven Incher. He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him. He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat. He has an awesome foreskin. My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth. He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves. The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy. He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick. I stroke alone. A cute, blond cub comes in. He looks familiar. “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks. I do. And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before. He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone. I zip up and follow. “Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks. Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass. I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave. I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. He gives me some excellent head. “Remember my balls,” I sigh. He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire. I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack. Fuck! He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play. “You gonna fuck me this time?” “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack. I come up for air. “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy. “Every inch.” I get his hole wetter yet. He leans forward, braced on the seat. I stand up and slide in. He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices. He takes my full length on the first try. He groans and hits his poppers. With the cap back on, I begin to pump him. His hand reaches for his cock. I fuck into him faster. A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth. He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags. I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot. He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight. * A lull. I watch the gay video and stroke. A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in. He is gym built underneath his work clothes. Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out. He’s thick—plumped, but not hard. “Are you a cock sucker?” he asks. “I can be…” He gets up and brings me his cock. His pants drop to his ankles. His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls. His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin. As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole. It brushes across it. His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches. Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock. I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down. He sighs, “So good. Suck me just like that.” My finger grazes his asshole again. His cock spews out a wad of precum. My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again. The man grabs my ears and fucks my face. He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in. He is reaching the point of no return. “You swallow, man?” I grunt an affirmative. My finger finds his pucker. It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him. “Shit, yes! Take my load, man. Take it!” I have to swallow fast. It’s huge. And doesn’t stop. Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue. He lets me clean him off. Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go. I get every drop off him before I release my hold. He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes. “That was hot.” It’s the guy who came in. He is around my age, tall and thin. He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job. “It looks like you need to get off.” I nod. He hands me his poppers. I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them. He takes a hit himself. But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth. He fucks my face. “Here it comes. Argh!” He shoots. He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth. The poppers do their work on me. I erupt. Spurt after spurt.. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October, 17, 2022

My first of post....hmmmm, wonder how long this will actually last. Heh I guess I should introduce myself. I'm not gonna give my real name here but my puppy name is Aspen. Im from Ontario Canada, where I basically have live my entire life. I'm in the restaurant biz and have been for 24ish years and I....blame...attribute...reason...lol to my utter lack of filter or subtly and very matter of fact personality. It isn't an industry that really (especially in the time when I started) sheltered or babied a young person. You learned to be quick, you learned to be witty, you learned to have a very thick skin or you weren't going to make it. As well you learned that behind the prestine hostess stand or emaculate dinner wear that the world was dirty, the world was at times uncaring and the world wasn't black and white. You did what you need to do to survive. Mostly I learned that ppl were just fucked up and just how fucked up I actually was. For better or worse.... On the contrary I was brought up in a loving family and was not hampered by over baring parents, they were/are great! They trusted me to do what was right and guided me as best they could. My dad being a reservist in the CND army for 25vyears as a piper exposed me to that world and I love it, if I wasn't a chef I'd be out in the field somewhere for sure and often times wish I had made that choice. Along with being bestowed the ground work for military disapline I also got very involved in martial arts training when I was 14 and dove head first into that starting out in a goju karate school that also brought in aikido ju jitsu, taichi and weapons training. Id have training 7days a week but the dojo was closed in Sundays hehe. And well I got banned from lunch classes when sensei figures out that I was skipping highschool to come train. 😉 I don't officially train anymore but always learn and adapt things from all over the fighting world as I learn of them. I am in no way a professional fighter! Ha maybe one post I'll talk about the one 2 real fights I've ever been in. I've always been a philosopher and interested in the way ppl think, work, act and the reasons why. Heh I know none of that is what anyone is really here to read but I figure Ill give a slight ground work to myself before getting to the good stuff.

And just now had 2 black guys take turns spit roasting me in a sketchy house.

yuk & double yuk ..... neh-ver !!!

I’m a proud hiv poz faggot cumdump!

Chapter 7: Exit, Stage Left Once again, Laszlo was sitting in Daniel’s office. A few more months had elapsed, and Daniel had messaged him that the financing was in place, and it was time to talk about casting for Hawaiian Nine Films’ final production. Nothing more had happened since the memorable weekend of the wedding. In fact, the two hadn’t actually seen each other in person since that morning-after to end all mornings-after. But neither of them had forgotten how they’d felt: Daniel, still amazed and baffled – more than a little scared too -- at the intensity of the experience, and Laszlo, still disappointed that Daniel had simply snapped out of the mood he’d created with such care and gone on his merry way, apparently unaffected by what had happened between them. The meeting between them was a little awkward at first, but they soon settled into an amiable conversation about the video. Laszlo wanted to work with Archer McManus, and while Daniel knew that he’d have to do some negotiating to get this renowned top’s top, he was sure that the man would come – for a fee. It was mainly a question of how big a fee he wanted. Besides him, Laszlo named Diego Lopez, one of the twinks from Twink Heaven that he’d love to top. Laszlo also suggested that he and Daniel do one final scene together, to be the bonus extra for the film. “What did you have in mind?” Laszlo moved carefully onto the difficult ground. “I’d like to do something like what we did the last time we slept together. The high-speed powerfuck, and then the slow, gentle, quiet one after it. Sort of thing you just never see in porn, but I’m sure it would turn the cranks of a lot of guys who would never admit publicly that they have a romantic streak in them.” Daniel’s initial reaction at one time would have been a blunt “No.” But Daniel had long since trained himself to mistrust his first reactions to everything that happened to him. As it happened, he had been silently berating himself for breaking the mood so quickly that morning -- and wasn’t at all averse to the idea of trying it again. He also knew that Laszlo’s sharply intuitive mind was onto something unusual, something rare, and he’d developed a healthy respect for the younger guy’s intuitions. It would be something of a marketing coup to have the big, tough Hawaiian Nine show such a different side of himself in bed. “I like it, Laszlo. But I’ll raise you with an improvement. Let’s reverse roles so you do the quick power blast into me, and then I top you for the gentle sequel. What do you think?” Laszlo didn’t have to think twice. “Perfect.” Daniel added a note of caution. “You realize that doing this scene for the public will probably fire up all the rumours about us all over again.” Laszlo laughed. “Fuck them. It amuses small minds to talk. I don’t give a damn. Do you?” Daniel laughed. “No. All right, then, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll get in touch with McManus and see what sort of price I can talk him into. By the way, he is exclusively top in his private life too, so you’re not going to get a piece of his ass.” “So I’ve heard. Ah, well.” This with a sigh. “Okay, gotta get going now.” “Hang on, hotshot. We didn’t talk about location yet. Anywhere you’d really like to go to film this one? The usual backer will foot the bill. Just don’t get too extravagant or impractical. No camera jaunts to Antarctica or anything like that.” “Damn. I’d have loved to film a scene with a bunch of curious penguins standing around and staring!” They both laughed. “What about some place up in the mountains? Rustic lodge, fireplace in the room, that kind of thing.” “I like it. I know a good place, and I’m sure I can talk the owner into letting us have it to ourselves over three or four weekdays for the shoot. Great outdoor hot tub too, so we can include that in a scene if we like.” “Sounds ideal. Okay, now I really do have to go. Got a hot lunch date.” “Oh? Do tell.” Laszlo pulled a face. “My big sister. She’s in town for a medical conference.” “Haha! Enjoy your ‘date.’ We’ll be in touch.” Laszlo was decidedly happier as he sauntered along the street after leaving the office. He couldn’t see that Daniel was also looking much happier at the thought of having another slow romantic interlude with Laszlo, even if there was going to be a couple of cameramen roaming around while they were doing it. Two months later, Laszlo was lying on his face on the king-size bed in a suite of the Alta Vista Sierra Lodge, facing the warm, gentle light of the fireplace while Archer McManus was busily eating and tongue-fucking his ass. Although there was no special spark between them, their initial meeting the week before had gone smoothly. McManus was a famously tough top, but he proved (at least in private) to be a considerate one as well, helping Laszlo to work out some hidden signals for when his cock became too overwhelming. Actually, by this time Laszlo was such an experienced bottom that he had really enjoyed feeling the pain-pleasure mingled as McManus pounded his hole more ferociously than anyone else had ever done. He’d particularly enjoyed the fact that Archer had laid right down on top of him to drive his final thrusts and his load deep inside. Laszlo loved feeling the muscular body of a top stud stretched out all the way along his back. Now, he was getting loosened in readiness for another sensational Archer McManus fucking, and he was loving every minute of it. They’d begun with a warm-up scene in the outdoor hot tub outside the suite, already steaming up the camera lenses with their groping, stroking, squeezing, and stretching of their tight swimsuits. Marina had put Archer into a very snug white string brief, totally see-through when wet to show off his rigid erection, while Laszlo had a bright orange one that also went see-through and had a tight back seam to cut right up between his ass cheeks. The scene went from steamy to scorching when Laszlo bent over, thrusting his orange-clad ass up into the air above the bubbling water while his mouth went to town on the twitching white bulge which barely contained Archer’s cock. In less than a minute of his eager sucking, that cock had burst out of its prison, the tip sticking a clear two inches above the waistband as Laszlo licked and kissed it. Then Laszlo grasped the cock and pulled it down, like a slot machine handle, and the slender side of the white G-string gave up the unequal struggle, ripping apart and flopping uselessly away as the rock-solid McManus cock emerged, ready to do battle. For the next few minutes, Laszlo gave Archer one of the hottest blowjobs he’d ever gotten. By now, Laszlo had mastered the trick of dropping his jaw farther than far to accommodate even the biggest, thickest cocks, so he was able to give Archer’s eye-popping erection a thorough tongue bath, sucking it into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue even as the head pushed farther down into his throat. Then the cameramen cued them to move. Laszlo pulled off that massive hard-on and took Archer’s hand, leading him up out of the hot tub and through the door into the bedroom. As they went, Archer paused for a minute to slide the door closed, and then followed Laszlo eagerly across to the super-king-size bed. He wrapped his arms around Laszlo’s body, rubbing his cock into the crack between the younger guy’s lush buns, then pushed Laszlo face-down across the bed and proceeded to eat his ass. Laszlo moaned frequently as Archer licked and sucked at his hole, then started thrusting his tongue inside the tight little opening. Laszlo began rolling his hips around, to keep changing the angle of attack for Archer’s tongue, but also to signal that he was ready to get fucked anytime. Archer got the signal with no trouble at all. He pulled his face clear of that enticing butt, gave a couple of quick shots of lube to his tool, then planted it against Laszlo’s hole and leaned forward. Laszlo had warned Archer that he tended to vocalize more on camera than off, so Archer wasn’t caught off guard when Laszlo let out a yelp of “Fuck!” as Archer pushed his way in. That big shaft stretched Laszlo as far as any cock he’d ever taken, and kept sinking into him, and still there seemed to be more of it coming. He squirmed around and did his best to relax, and finally the head nudged some part of his insides out of the way and came to rest, buried all the way into his hole. That was the moment when Laszlo realized that Archer had never given him the full length of the thing during their previous practice fuck. Now, the Archer had buried every last bit of his arrow deep inside the target, and Laszlo was feeling stuffed more than he’d ever felt before. Nor was Archer complaining. There were precious few bottoms, either in the business or out of it, who had ever managed to take the full length of his tool before. For the next twenty minutes or more, Archer took Laszlo through every position in the standard book, plus a few exotic extras. These included Laszlo standing flat on one foot on the floor with his other leg stretched as far up the door frame as he could get it to go, giving Archer a clear shot at his ass, and an angle in which the camera could see everything clear down to the rim of the hole with no trouble at all. Another was when Laszlo was lying on his side, and Archer reverse-spooned him, coming in from behind, but with his feet next to the back of Laszlo’s head. That move gave Laszlo some sensations he’d never had before. At last though, Laszlo moaned that he was about to cum, and Archer pulled him to his feet, standing behind with his cock buried in the target, ramming slowly but firmly until Laszlo’s face screwed up and his cock erupted, shooting a load straight up in front of him. His dick kept pulsing for five or six more clear shots, and by that time Archer McManus was releasing his long-delayed load into Laszlo’s ass. He fired in so much cum that it was already squeezing back out around the cock that had delivered it before Archer even finished cumming. Then, when he pulled slowly out, the resulting stream of white cream would have done credit to a six-top orgy. Once again, Daniel’s “no sex, please” policy for his models had brought home the ultimate prize – two epic cum shots for the ages. Laszlo’s hole wasn’t ripped from the beating it had taken, but the muscles were sore enough that he asked to have time off for each of the next two days. He still did his fuck scene, breeding Diego Lopez the following morning, but then went into R&R mode for the rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday. That meant that the grand finale, of the film and of Daniel’s porn career, had to be shot on Friday morning, before they checked out at noon to make the four-hour trek back to the city in their private luxury vans. All the participants were up for an early morning start, so the scene began at 7:00, just as the sun was beginning to gild the surrounding mountain tops but hadn’t reached down into the valley yet. With all cameras running, Laszlo swung easily into his fast breeding of Daniel and did it with so much verve and energy that Will wondered if he’d sent in his twin brother, who’d laid off sex for an entire week. As soon as Laszlo released his load (pumping into Daniel, pulling out to wipe it on the outside, and then plunging back in again – Hawaiian Nine’s signature cumshots style), the energy began to shift. When Laszlo rolled off to the side and laid on his back, Daniel climbed on top of him, they began to kiss – and the magic was afoot again. As this slow-motion romantic encounter gathered a little momentum, Will and Eddie were riveted by what they were seeing, unlike any porn scene either of them had filmed before. The stakes got raised even higher when Daniel slowly entered Laszlo, and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies as Daniel moved in and out of Laszlo’s hole at a measured pace. The charge of erotic, romantic energy between Daniel and Laszlo grew so quietly powerful that Will and Eddie just looked wide-eyed at each other, and then spontaneously put down their hand-held cameras in a couple of spots around the room, in between the tripod cameras, leaving them running. Daniel and Laszlo were murmuring and talking to each other quietly as Daniel slid gently in and out of Laszlo’s welcoming ass – and Will was almost certain he’d heard them say to each other, “I love you.” At that, Will headed quietly for the door, with Eddie right behind him. Outside, Marina gave them an enquiring look. Eddie said quietly, “Wait till you see what’s going on in there and getting caught on video – those two porn studs are doing a full-on romantic love scene.” He shook his head in amazement. Marina chuckled. “You’re surprised? It’s been obvious for weeks – months, even – that Laszlo had a serious case for Daniel, and it’s not just the hots. And I kind of suspect that Daniel is falling for Laszlo too, although that’s not nearly as easy to see.” They sat down, and Eddie in particular kept shaking his head as if he just couldn’t believe what his eyes and ears had told him was happening between the scene partners. After another twenty minutes, the two cameramen were just about to go back into the room and check when a booming voice from behind the door shouted, “Where the fuck are my video techs when I need them?” This was followed by a raucous outburst of laughter from the two voices behind the door. Life moved on quickly, and Daniel supervised and managed the post-production stages of Nine in the Woods in record-quick time. It took only a few months for this film to move through all the stages of this work and be ready for release. Meanwhile, Daniel had also been pursuing top-secret negotiations about the sale of Hawaiian Nine Films. Although he never actually said so, it wasn’t hard to guess that the major company he had approached would suspect his imminent departure from the industry. He had a bit of a struggle due to the unusual terms he was demanding, but the purchasers stopped complaining when he shared the sales and rental statistics for each title in his inventory. At that point, the deal was done, since the buyers could see that, even with the royalty payments, the Hawaiian Nine back catalogue was and would continue to be a massive cash cow. When the time rolled around for the release of Nine in the Woods, the release party in Daniel’s luxury condo also turned into a farewell celebration. By this time, all the employees and most of the models with Hawaiian Nine had been notified that the company was being sold off, but not what its founder would be doing. Nobody knew that, not even Daniel. The party got both rowdy and emotional, since everyone wanted to hug, kiss, and give best wishes to everyone else. Even Steve and Jim showed up, as did Johannis and Miguel, although both couples had finally and definitely exited the porn business. Throughout the evening, there were toasts with loud cheers, photos by the score taken on dozens of phones, numbers and social account information shared around, and more than a few tears shed. The company really had come to feel like a family for its staff and for the most dedicated and frequent stars of its films. Everyone wanted above all to say goodbye and thank you to Daniel. He’d given so many people a start in the business, one way or another, and a couple of them were even making the leap into theatre or indie and mainstream films on the strength of their experiences. One of these was Marina, who’d gotten a gig as costume and makeup designer for an indie film from the gay producer who liked her colour sense – what little he’d gotten to see of it. For Daniel, the entire night was a long parade of goodbyes. He was both surprised and touched by all the obvious affection and respect shown to him, by the way that so many of the guys spoke, not about the industry, but about life lessons that they’d absorbed just by watching Daniel at work, and the ways he interacted with people. It had never even occurred to him that he might be regarded as any kind of role model beyond his ability to perform well in porn. Near the end of the evening, Laszlo nerved himself to approach Daniel, knowing this was going to be his toughest goodbye of the night. Much to his own surprise, he managed to hold himself together as he thanked Daniel for giving him his start, and for all of his help in learning how to navigate a career in the industry. Then it was time. He hugged Daniel and kissed him, then parked his head on Daniel’s shoulder for a few seconds. When Laszlo went to let step back, he realized that Daniel was still hanging onto him. At last, Daniel released him, and Laszlo said, “Well, time to go.” “Take care, buddy.” Just that and nothing more. Outside on the street, Laszlo finally let it all out. He crumpled up in a heap on an anonymous doorstep and let the tears pour out like a river. Why the fuck did I have to go and fall in love with a mechanical guy who can simulate feelings but doesn’t really feel a damn thing? Fuck! After letting his thoughts flow on those lines for a few minutes, he finally pulled himself to his feet, dried his face, and moved slowly, wearily away down the sidewalk, ignoring the few curious stares from bystanders. At least, he thought to himself, now I know what it feels like to have my heart broken. Another fucking first. After the last few of the crowd had said their goodbyes and left, Daniel remained sitting by himself in the living room of his condo. He had a strange feeling of emptiness in his mind and heart. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t surprising, that he’d devoted his entire life for over a decade to the gay porn business and was now faced with setting an entirely new direction for himself – and had no real idea which direction to turn. But he knew that he was kidding himself. There was more to his feeling than just worrying about his future. It was gradually dawning on him that there was one person, more than any of the other people he’d met during his nearly two-decade porn career, that he was really going to miss. That person was Laszlo. Right from the get-go, when the young Hungarian had first walked into his office for an interview, Daniel had felt that, unlike his other finds, this one was special. Being the man he was, he always framed his thinking about Laszlo in terms of star quality, screen charisma, vivid visual presence, and other such desirable qualities for a performer. He was not only proud for picking this undoubted winner out of the pile of applicants, but actually felt good that he had helped to launch another spectacular career besides his own. And Laszlo was spectacular, on camera or off, and in bed or out of it. Now, Daniel was faced with the distinct possibility that, as his life moved on in whatever new direction he took, he might never see Laszlo again. That, he realized, was not a pleasant thought – but he was completely at a loss to account for it. There was one likely explanation for his feelings that Daniel wasn’t taking into account – but his failure to do so wasn’t really all that surprising. Given the distinct lack of affection in his upbringing, the harsh anger which had led his mother to cut him off for good, the way the porn magnate had casually used and manipulated him in his younger days, it was hardly to be expected that he would have any idea at all of what this abstraction called “love” might look, or sound, or feel like. In any case, Daniel had other and bigger problems to face as he thought of where his life was going to turn next. Right now, he felt as if Los Angeles was a place that ought to recede into his past, since it was so connected in his mind with the porn biz. Now he needed, in the worst way, to go somewhere else where he could feel comfortably “at home,” wherever that might be, as he worked at charting his new direction. This problem, though, he did know how to solve. It was time for him to return to the sea.

I want this life.

what a perfect evening. I really enjoyed reading this.

It's not what it used to be. By the time I joined the biz, the fans sites were not a thing but they were coming up. I've done only a few shoots for studios, and only my scene with Lance Charger made any significant money for me ($1200). The others were less than half of that. AlternaDudes gave me only 200, and it didn't cover expenses to make the vid. Treasure Island has netted only 350 total. Chump change, but still useful. I spent it all the same. But I wasn't in it to make money. The adventure was important to me. There's less than 1% of us porn stars who can do exclusively this and make enough to live on. And it's true that many of us will hook, or gogo, or OnlyFans, or artsy things to supplement IN ADDITION to a day job. Unless you have a big dong, are extremely extroverted, cute and youthful (or at least have the energy of 22 year old), and live in a great place for multiple opportunities, it's incredibly challenging to make a decent go of it. Internet piracy and the decline of physical video sales impacts this greatly, too.

i am married for the second time. truth be told, i shoyuld not have married. i enjoy cock much more then pussy,

Who wants to use and abuse my Faggot Boy? He is obedient and a deviant and will submit to any punishment you force on him. He he here to please others. His w i k r is affirmationm. His KiK is MarkMarkUK1 My w i c k r is LondonPerv40

getting fucked in alleys, specially behind dumpsters and getting fucked and bred by homeless men. often I get to combine the two fun activities. I started getting fucked in alleys just cause they are a quick easy way for horny guys to use me, whether I’m with them or meeting them there or guys who spot me on the street or in a club or in a mall. men can just take me down an alleyway and fuck me in a doorway or behind a dumpster. works specially well for homeless men who have no place to take a whore like me when they wanna get off. I love it cause I love taking loads in public and actually love it when random people might see me down on my knees sucking cock or bent over, or on my hands and knees or even laying on my back with my slutty long legs spread, getting mounted and bred and often pissed on. I’m the kinda trash that wants strangers to see what a trashy faggot I am. plus I love getting fucked by homeless men for the same reason. specially straight homeless men who really think I’m a disgusting faggot, and anyone who sees knows for sure the men didnt rent me. ive been bred by homeless men in a lot of places but in the alley behind a dumpster is my fave. I have also been fucked IN a dumpster by homeless men a few times including last night when 3 homeless men and a daddy pretty much raped me in one. they fucked my throat, fucked my pussy, spit in my face, slapped me, pissed on me, choked me and shoved beer bottles and a baseball bat up my ass.

Not all married men are on here and go to club bars bathhouses do it without there wife’s knowing my wife takes me to the bath house and tell me I can’t come back to car until I had 4 loads in me and she changes each time she takes me there I do the same to her at swingers clubs say she can’t go home until she’s had 6 loads in her and I change it each time as well we love swinging

My ass took 3 and I deposited 2 of mine in asses at a warehouse party last night. I'm a thousand miles from home, and was disappointed by the size of the crowd compared to the other times I've been, but luckily there was still non stop fucking for the duration of the party. So it turned out to be a great night despite the small crowd.

I was stuck at dallas airport for 8 hours trying to travel for july 4th. I started chatting with a guy about two hours in but he was a bottom and said he only wanted to suck no recip so I passed. A little after the airport was pretty dead between flights so I hit him up and asked if he was still interested. There was a bathroom near security that no one was really hanging around. So we meet up in the handicap stall and he starts sucking me. He's a daddy type and definitely knew how to suck. After 5 minutes finally another person walked in which kind of ruined his blowjob cause he wasn't trying as hard after so he would be more quiet. I was getting hornier so I reached around and stuck my hand down his pants and played with his ass. When I did that he pulled his pants all the way down and turned around for me to fuck him. I wasn't really planning on it but I was close. I had enough precum to slide in but it dried up really quick so I came ASAP before it got too sticky. He told me to leave right then since the bathroom was empty and I left him to clean up. I guess my gate was on the opposite side because I didn't see or talk to him after that.

If am man puts his cock in your mouth and you suck it to orgasm finish the job and swallow his load. No reason to waste cum by not swallowing it.

Just took 4 loads behind a Walmart outside of Boston. Found a cruising spot on sniffies and decided to try it out. Did not disappoint. There were some trails in the woods I've heard guys talk about. Walked around and ran into some other guys cruising. Finally hooked up with one on a hidden side trail. Before I was even able to leave the spot another dude walked up to take his turn. My first black cock, and he shot 2 loads in me! Fucking hung dude and took his cock like nothing after being used a few times 😈

Still neg but my top daddy is poz undetectable. Only fuck me raw and breeds me.

Once he’d composed himself, I excused myself to grab some snacks and more beers. When I came back, he was sat leafing through a ‘male art photography’ book. He slammed it closed as soon as he saw me, “Err… Sorry, John…” “No need to be sorry. Look at anything you want,” I said, putting the tray of snacks and cans on the side table. I sat next to him, “Did you like the pictures in that book?” “Well… They’re good pictures… But, erm… Do men really do those things?” I knew exactly what he was asking – the images in the book went rapidly from nudes, to shots of oral, anal and rimming – but gave him a hammy confused look. “Like… Do you let men put their wi… cock in your mouth? Do they lick your bottom?” His cock twitched a little with each thought and his eyes betrayed him. I gave him my best matter-of-fact look, “Well, yes, Dan. I suck cock, fuck and rim arse, and vice versa.” He stared at me in what seemed like awed disbelief, unconsciously licking his lips and fingering his shaft. “Does it upset you, me talking like that?” He shook his head a little bashfully, mumbling some kind of catechism under his breath. “Look, you can get dressed and go home whenever you like. I won’t be offended.” “Oh, no, Mr… John. I just don’t know how to talk about this.” His eyes kept flicking down to my hard-on, which was now glistening with precum, but nowhere near what he was producing. It was literally running down his shaft. “That’s OK. Let’s have some snacks and just chat.” And so we did. I steered the conversation to his college plans while we ate and he became more relaxed and talkative. After food, We started on our second beer and I lit another spliff. After he’d had a couple of tokes, he started to get a little agitated again, “Erm…” he seemed to choke on his words. “Just say whatever you want. You won’t shock me, and I won’t mock you for getting it wrong.” “It’s just…” I fixed his eyes with mine, reaching out to run the back of my hand over his chest and belly until gently gripping his shaft. “You can tell me to stop anytime.” He grunted his assent. I released his cock to start stroking his thighs and tickling his balls. I knew I had to take it easy or he’d blow his load in moments and who knows how he’d react to that if I hadn’t got him relaxed again. I moved in closer to whisper, “I’m glad you aren’t wearing body spray. Men smell much better when they’re natural.” Then I kissed his neck, down to his shoulder and across his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples. Each touch elicited a light moan, and I could feel him relaxing with each new sensation. By now, he was lying back on the beanbag and I gently lifted his left arm, taking a deep hit of him before kissing then licking his pit. “Oohhh!…” His cock pulsed against my belly and his head fell back. I lapped at his sweat, covering my face in his scent, until I felt his hand on the back of my head. He inexpertly guided me across to his other pit, and I made sure to graze my chin stubble across his nipples on the way. After a few minutes savouring him, I pulled away a little and moved in to kiss him. He tensed at first, not knowing what to do, but soon enough opened to me and we exchanged a deep kiss. Now he was relaxed in the zone he was a natural. I broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes, “I’m going to suck your cock, now. OK?” His eyes widened and glinted. He just nodded. I kissed my way down his chest, over his belly to his leg and that wonderful crease between his thigh and ballsack. I lapped all around his thighs and balls, taking each into my mouth as I passed. Then licked up the length of his shaft until I could get my tongue into the lake of precum crowning over his foreskin. Then licking under the ʼskin, over the head, pushing his ʼskin back, and taking the knob in my mouth. I slowly took him further into my mouth, giving the full tongue treatment over his head and shaft, until I had him poking at my throat. Not wanting to spook him, I started pulling back, only to repeat the process, and again, and again… A little further each time. Is it wrong that hearing him mumble his catechism made me crave his cock even more? It wasn’t too long before I had my chin pressed hard against his balls, and I flexed my throat around him before pulling back to dive back down again. His muttering was getting more earnest – I took it as a sign he was going to cum – and he grabbed my head and yanked me off him. He was staring down at me looking worried, “You… You’ve got to stop… I… I’m… I think I’m going to pee.” The thought seemed to horrify him. I smiled at him, “You’re not going to pee, Dan. Don’t worry.” I went straight down on him again, his hands still on my head, and started long-sucking and tonguing his shaft while stroking his balls which had nearly disappeared back inside. It took maybe 20 seconds before, “AARRGGHH!” and he started shaking bodily, his hands falling from my head as the first spurt of cum splashed from his head between my lips to the back of my throat. The force of the jet made me cough, and his cock twitched so strongly he popped out of my mouth. The second spurt hit me square in the face. A third fountained into the air to splatter over both of us. His cock slapped his belly as the fourth laid a trail from his face to his navel. I lifted his cock, taking his fifth jet on my face before getting my mouth round him. Ready for the sixth pulse, I used it to lube him into my throat, taking jets seven and eight before pulling back to taste nine and ten before sitting up to look at him. He was still juddering, as if fitting, breathlessly reciting, and pumping cum onto his belly. There were four or five weaker spurts before his cock started slackening and the last of his load oozed from the tip. He was lying out, head back eyes close, mouth open. An almost angelic look of satisfaction on his face.

I meant cum from their cock, so point taken. Most of the bottoms I've given anal orgasms to care nothing for their cocks, so I kind of associate the two things together. As long as the bottom can continue to get fucked after he's cum, I'm all for him cumming as many times as he wants to!

Part 16 Danny: Two hours later, six loads were plugged into Tony's ass and four grins filled the room. "Thank you" Tony said, looking around at us. He slept with me the next few nights, only taking the plug out for me to breed him or to take care of business. Tuesday morning he looked up at me after cleaning the cum off my cock. "What do you think the results will be?" he asked. "You will probably get a positive result for one thing, hopefully no more" I said calmly, stroking the side of his face. "Will I be ok?" he asked, looking nervous. "Of course. Now let's get dressed and find out for sure, instead of guessing" I said. He took the news better than I expected. Not much was said as we walked back to the dorm and I suspected he was digesting all of the information the doctor had given him, just like I had months before. Once back in the room he said "I don't want to put you in any danger, so I guess we won't have sex again." I smiled and told him "There's no danger. I'm poz too." He went off to his afternoon exam with the plug holding my cum inside. He was happier than I'd seen him in weeks. I didn't want to tell him that if he hadn't tested positive this time, he would soon after the loads that Evan, Brad and I had pumped into him finished the job. We fucked the rest of the week, in between studying for the last of our finals. Well, I did take a little break Wednesday night. Evan and I finished off our care instructions with Simon. He was one of those aggressive bottoms, a power bottom I think they're called, who tried to direct the fuck. Every time he'd try and get rougher, so would I. I might have gone too far, since he had some bruises around his neck when we finished. Luckily I got to swallow his load that Evan fucked out of him while pumping load number four of the night into Simon. Hopefully that wouldn't be the last time we fucked. Friday night, Evan and I took turns breeding Tony until the early hours of Saturday morning. I found that I liked sharing a bottom with Evan. We were a sloppy mess with cum dripping out of all three of our asses. Only a few hours of sleep left us a little groggy in the morning but we packed up my car. I had told Tony over a month ago that I would drop him off at the airport up in the city and that saved him several hundred dollars than leaving from the airport near the college. "I thought you didn't want to go back home since your parents won't accept a gay kid" I said as we drove. "I'm staying with my uncle and his partner during the break. Thanks for driving me up, I didn't expect it to be so expensive flying from college" he replied. "So you're not the only gay one in the family?" I asked. "No, but I had never talked to my uncle until I came out. I wasn't allowed to. He reached out when he heard and helped me get through my parents dumping me. I'm looking forward to meeting him and his husband. It should be interesting" he said. "Don't feel you need to tell them everything. You might want to keep quiet about your little bug unless you have sex with someone" I said. We got closer to the city and while it was still pretty rural, I pulled off into a truck stop. "Bathroom break. Follow me" I told Tony. Once we got into the restroom I looked around to make sure it was empty and pulled him into a handicapped stall. He looked confused a moment and then started to kneel. I chuckled and whispered "Not yet, but pull down your pants." I fished out the key from my pocket and reached down, unlocking his cage. He had a pained look on his face which got worse when I removed the cage from his soft cock. "You can't get through security at the airport with this on... Too much metal. Well, you might but only after a long, scary discussion with them. Put the cage in your suitcase and you can put it on after you land" I told him. Tony smiled back at me and I gave him a wink before turning him and pushing him down on the toilet. He spent the next ten minutes sucking on my cock until I filled his mouth with cum. He looked concerned walking back to the car when I gave him the key. "I want it back when you return on the fifth and expect you to be locked back up after you land." -- Evan: Wes and I had been texting and my weekend with him had definite repercussions. He even sent me pictures so I could see how the bug ravaged his body. The matted fur from the night sweats looked really hot and I wished I could lick every inch of him. "My ex would have had a total meltdown if this happened while we were together, but I feel liberated. I hope you're ready to get bred a lot before you have to go back for Spring semester" he sent as I packed up my stuff. "I only get fucked by poz guys" I replied, laughing to myself. "It's probably very toxic. You got my last neg load, knocked me up and then left. The first few will be grudge fucks ;)" he said. "Probably? You don't know?" I asked. "No way I'm going to a doctor around here to find out. Even the squirrels will know. Gossip spreads fast around here" he replied. A minute later he said "I was hoping you'd take me to the city to hit the clinic. I also want the same tattoo u have" "Don't get exactly what I have. That would be weird. Make it unique to you" I said. Simon had done a good job coming up with a cool variation of the pics I had given him and Wes needed his own. Over the next week I sent him dozens of ideas. When I finally got home after finals, I spent a lot of time with Wes. I took him to a clinic over in the city an hour away for his blood test. Once he was jabbed, we had almost two hours to kill before the appointment at the tattoo shop. The adult book store just off the highway fit the bill. I'd been here in years past, usually on my knees sucking trucker dick. This time of year always had a large group of college students trying to sate their sexual needs. Wes and I pulled our tees off once in the back room. All the booths were taken and a few guys were just hanging around. I was talking to Wes about who would be the best cocksucker when the youngest looking of the group came up to us. I think he was about my age. He wore jeans, a tee, a backwards baseball cap and some tan work boots. A patchy beard covered his face and soft lips. He nervously stood in front of us nervously asking "I like your bodies... do you want some head?" "Maybe more... if you're good" I replied quietly. -- Stu: I think that Ben had told people what had happened between us. It was hard to find anyone by the house that would even respond to messages, much less want to hookup. All of my sex was happening in the city and the drive back and forth was killing me. I'd get there and have almost no desire to fuck. Almost. The house sold in about a week, which even surprised the real estate agent. I was able to find a much nicer condo in the city than my old one and was moved in before Christmas. The college students down the hall were a lot more cautious than Danny or Ben. I got grilled about my latest STD tests and while I got my dick in one of them, I found out that he was on PrEP. It kind of pissed me off and just drove me back to the bathhouse and apps. One guy I had been working on hooking up with canceled the day before we were to meet since he was sick. He said that another guy had pozzed him so there wasn't a reason to meet anymore. I asked who and he sent me the profile name. I recognized they guy right away and it was Ben. I didn't even need a face pic, which was good since there wasn't one. I recognized him from the ink on his arm, but there was a new bio tat over his cock. It was good to know my bug was finding lots of new homes, even though it wasn't coming directly from me. I wondered how many that Danny and Ben had tagged so far. I'd never know since I'd burned those bridges. -- Evan: I'm pretty sure our cocksucker muttered "fuck yeah" to himself as he dropped to his knees. The guy tugged down both of our jeans enough to free our hardening cocks. The blowjob was surprisingly good and he swapped back and forth between Wes's cock and mine, never leaving either of us long enough for our cocks to soften. After a short while, I pulled his head off my cock, tilting it back. Staring at him, I asked "Want to get knocked up?" and pointed at my tattoo. Initially he looked confused and I think in the dim light he only saw the red bear paw. A moment later his face got the shocked look I frequently got when someone would see the biohazard for the first time. Unlike most guys, he nodded his head 'yes' and then smiled back at me. Our cocksucker stood up, we swapped spots and he leaned against the wall where I had been standing seconds earlier. He pushed his jeans down and pulled his tee up, revealing a hairy, plump butt. Wes entered his lubed ass first and five minutes later was dumping his possibly charged cum into the hungry hole. "Fucking great ass" Wes growled before he pulled out and I took his spot. The cum filled chute felt amazing and the bottom gave a few squeezes after I bottomed out. My arm snaked around his body and I felt my fingers rake through the fur covered chest. It wasn't as thick as mine and reminded me of Danny's newly hair covered pecs. His nipples loved getting pinched though and as my fingers twisted each nub, he moaned and clamped down on my thrusting cock. Like Wes, I only lasted five minutes before I was flooding his ass with a second load of viral seed. This time his "Fuck yeah!" comment was loud and audible to not only the three of us but the five others that had circled around us to watch the breeding. He squeezed his hole tight, trying to get as much cum inside him as he could and clamp it shut to not lose any of the precious liquid. I pulled my jeans up as did the bottom and we pushed our way past our audience toward the door. Once outside, the three of us walked to our cars. I told the bottom "Thanks, that was hot. I was serious about knocking you up though. Hit the clinic if you want to stay neg... or be here next week same time and day and we'll make sure." "I'll bring a plug next week... I can already feel it running down my leg" he replied with a grin before getting in his car. The tattoo session went well. Wes had talked with the artist and every detail was already decided. The drawings looked cool and with a nod from Wes, they began. My dick was hard the whole time looking at his bare chest get inked first and then his arm. The bear paw on his chest was much larger than mine, in black ink with some red blood dripping from the claws. The arm tattoo only got partially done and was a lot more complex, needing two sessions. The symbol wasn't as prominent as mine, but still easily visible. The following week was a repeat, except Wes got the expected results along with another blood draw. The guy was waiting patiently for us at the adult book store. A scorpion pendant hung off a thick chain around his neck and prompted me to ask if he was neg. "As of three weeks ago, yeah" he said. During the fuck he was more verbal this time. The moans now had him begging for us to breed him. Wes gave him two loads and I shot one before we headed off to finish Wes' arm tattoo. -- Danny: Ben and I spent a lot of time together during the Christmas break. In some ways it was like when we were going to classes at the junior college, but now there was the element of sex constantly hanging over us. We spotted Stu at the bathhouse a few times but never made a scene of it. If we saw him fuck a guy, we said we wouldn't touch that bottom ever again. Who knows what he caught from Stu. It was easy to find better hookups elsewhere anyway. We were fooling around one day before Christmas and Ben had been spending a long time sucking on my cock. "I don't want to freak you out, but... your dick is almost exactly like your dad's" Ben said after he let the head slip past his lips. Yeah, it did freak me out. "You sucked my dad's cock?" I asked, not really sure that I wanted to know the answer. He had that "hand caught in the cookie jar" look on his face. "Yeah, a few times. It started after my parents kicked me out and they let me stay at your house. Don't worry, all I did was suck him" Ben said. I shook my head wondering if my parents had a motive for giving him a place to stay. My mom did say that she liked them tall and kinky. "They told me they let you stay for a week until you found a place. I hope they didn't make you do anything you didn't want to" I said. "Oh god no. It was the least I could do for them giving me a place to stay. You have really good parents. They accepted me... helped me. I was surprised when they asked, though. Your mom likes to watch and I think your dad knows gays give better head. I don't think I was the first guy to suck his cock" Ben said. He licked up my shaft a few times and then added "It was over a month until I found a place. I sucked him almost every day after that but only got his load if your mom didn't want to get fucked too. Did you know they were that kinky?" Ben asked. I laughed, realizing a few times had suddenly become daily and his stay went from a week to a month. I replied "No, I never thought about my parent's sex lives. They had sex once and that's how I came about. Isn't that what most kids think about their parents having sex?" I knew it was a bad idea, but I had to know. "So you never fucked with them?" I asked. "No. No desire. Oral was as far as I'd go. It's like the guys I meet that don't want to get infected. I'll only give them head so I don't risk pozzing them. If I wanted your dad's dick in my ass, I would wait until you were here to give me yours" Ben said, a huge shit-eating grin coming over his face. We fucked the rest of the night. Some of it was slow, some was hard. In the morning, I got fucked. He didn't tie me up this time and it was the most passionate Ben had ever been with me. We laid there, spooning with his cock still planted in my ass. "Thanks for taking my virginity. It meant a lot for you to be the one. If Stu did it, I would just be one of hundreds he did just to get laid or to infect" Ben said. "Yeah. I wish it was you that took mine. I thought it was hot at the time, but it didn't mean anything to him. I was just a conquest. He taught me a lot, though, so it wasn't a complete waste" I said. Ben nodded. "What happened with Jeffrey?" I asked. "He's visiting family for the holidays. He tried to get me to go with, but I have to work. I wanted to see you too" Ben said. I could tell from his face that he missed him. "I'm going to visit for new years, though. He's throwing a party for all the queers around his home town to ring in the new year. You should come with" Ben said a moment later. A wicked grin slowly covered his face. Ben joined us for Christmas and that's when I came out to my parents. For all the stress I had before I said anything, it was like I told them I liked cherry pie not apple. Maybe it just confirmed what they already knew. I'm not sure who was louder that night, Ben and I or my parents. His cum was dripping down my leg when we went down for breakfast at almost 11AM. My mom had that post fuck smile on her face, just like Ben and I did. My dad sniffed a couple times and said "This room smells like sex. I hope everyone got the Christmas gifts they wanted."

It had been some hours since I was delivered to this place by Peter and Aidan, and I was starting to show signs of wear and tear. I had stopped counting loads at twenty, and that was quite a long time ago. When I had first walked in the room, I was set upon by a group of men of all shapes and sizes who swarmed around me and began groping and rubbing me all over. One had eventually encouraged me to bend over a little, before a whole succession of them took turns rimming and fingering me. Eventually I started to be given several huffs of poppers that got my head swimming, before I was suddenly pulled up, pushed towards a rig in the corner, turned around and lifted off my feet and into a sling. Before I really knew what was happening my ankles were raised and pushed through some leather hoops, and then my wrists had been lifted and secured to the chains using the cuffs I was wearing. The rimming had continued for some time after that, but eventually moved on to a lot more fingering. I repeatedly felt them nicking my insides with their nails while they were doing this, causing me to wince and yell out until a big chubby bear turned my head to the side and stuck his girthy cock down my throat to silence me. He didn’t pull it out until the first of the cocks had been pushed up inside me and the fucking had begun. Every single man in the room had fucked and bred me while I was in the sling, ordering me to take their “toxic loads”, “hot loads” and “personal strains”. I was strangely numb during all of this, just looking up at each of them as they pounded me hard. All of them had tattoos of some description, including biohazard symbols, scorpions, skulls and crossbones, and one of them with a giant cobra winding down his torso to the snake’s flared, open mouth above his groin. I concluded these were all markings to indicate their status as aggressive poz fuckers. Once I had been bred in the sling by everyone, I was allowed a bit of respite and fresh air in a small courtyard out the back. I chose to stand to get the blood back into my arms and legs, which invited several men to come up behind me and push their cocks into my sloppy rear end. At some point a cigarette was pushed between my lips, and I happily stood there and smoked a couple while being gently fucked. I had enjoyed smoking a bit as a teenager, and as I stood in this place knowingly having a deadly virus repeatedly pumped into my backside, my previous health concerns about puffing on cigarettes seemed to fade. In due course I was then taken back inside, pushed onto a padded bench, strapped down and a blindfold put on me. A pair of headphones was then put over my ears, blocking out almost all sound and pushing me into a state of sensory deprivation. From then on all I could feel was the hard pounding I was taking up the arse, as well as the taste and stretching of the occasional cock pushed into my mouth and down my throat. Based on the tang of blood and cum on some of them, I guessed they were fresh from breeding me. This is how my night continued. Time seemed to lose all meaning, so I never knew how long I had been in each position before I was released, taken back outside and allowed to drink some water and smoke a few more cigarettes. However, the final time I was escorted outside (after having been on my knees on a mat taking a succession of double-fuckings) dawn had broken. There were considerably fewer men present by then, and my final stint indoors was a more sedentary affair as I got on all fours and took a few low-energy spitroastings. Once it was all over, I was hauled to my feet by a couple of hairy, slightly chubby guys in leather while everyone else remaining headed out and left. The two guys had surprisingly gentle expressions on their faces, and took the time to check how I was. They then escorted me through a side door to a filthy bathroom where I was able to take a quick shower while still dressed in all the the leather gear, and then once they dried me off with a raggedy towel they led me out of the building to a white van. I was put in the back, which was fitted out with a dirty mattress, and then they climbed in the front and set off. As there were no windows in the back I just lay on the mattress, braced myself against the sides and closed my eyes, passing out into a deep sleep almost immediately. I therefore had no idea how long we had been driving when I was awoken by one of the guys opening up the back door to allow the fluorescent light of a garage to pour in. I climbed out and then followed them into a house attached to the garage, which I was surprised to find was just an ordinary dwelling. “Here you go” said one of the guys, “welcome to the Moulin Spooge.” “The Moulin Spooge?” I croaked. “Just a fun little name we have for our home” replied the other. “Now, let’s get you to bed so you have some energy for this evening.” “This evening?” I asked. “Round two” he replied. I sighed, too tired to even ask any more. I allowed them to lead me into a bedroom, where I collapsed onto the bed face first. I felt my legs being lifted and my boots removed, before sleep took me over and I passed out, not knowing what the evening would bring but knowing I would take it all.

Ultimate Stealth Being an independent contractor, I have to go where the work is, and I accepted a six month contract to work in Tampa, FL. I hired my partner to be my helper in the work, as I commonly do when I have to work out of town. We are each Poz, and we are nearing the point where we will need to go on meds, as our counts are getting high. But I expect we have about a year of still being potent. I tell you this because we enjoy being gifters, openly or by stealth. We’ve each knocked up about 20 men, and we were talking about how we might get that number higher during the time we were on contract. We decided to create new profiles on all the sex sites we use, new screen names, and to list ourselves as Neg and Safe Sex Only. We found a nice apartment on North Dale Mabry and rented sufficient furniture and made the second bedroom into our playroom, installing the one piece of furniture from home we had to bring with us, our big sling. This has seen years of use, and we are so glad we got the springs that make hard fucking such a pleasure. We also have a big mirror that we mount on top, not the little fish eye mirror some sites offer, but one almost as big as the sling stand itself. If the spotlight we clamp on the side is in the right place, the bottom can watch that cock disappear in his ass just like he was watching porn. So many men tell us that is one of the things they enjoy when we fuck them, after our big thick cocks. I think mine is thicker, but Johnny’s is just a bit longer, with a nice point that seeks out second sphincters so well. I don’t need to tell you how much we love to tag team breed in that sling. Each will fuck till he gets close, then the other takes over, and the fuck seems to go on forever. Plus we like to keep the head of the sling low, so the mouth of the bottom is at cock level. He can just turn his head and keep the next fucker sucked up hard and slick. Now eventually any breeding top will spew in his bottom’s hole, and then the other gets to fuck in his cum and plant his load on top. I love to pop a tight hole open and fuck him till I plant my load, but I also love to slide in on the warm blanket of another man’s cum. Seeing that white ring of cum around my shaft as I fuck is as much a turn-on as that marvelous feel of warm cum as the lube, a warm glove around my shaft as I fuck and breed ass. There is no better fuck lube than another man’s cum. And after I plant my load I always present my cummy cock to the bottom, so he can suck it clean and get to taste the cum of the various men that have given him their loads. I’m sure most of you know the pleasure and excitement of finding a Neg bottom that wants to convert. He will be so excited about it that he’s practically fucking himself on your Poz cock. The first man I ever knocked up was stiff as a poker the whole fuck, and when I told him it was the moment of conversion when he felt my Poz cock spasm in his ass, filling him with my poison seed, his cock exploded and shot cum over his head without him touching it. I’ve done lots of conversion scenes, and they all make me stiff thinking about them. But the ones that make my stiff cock drip are the ones I fucked and bred that didn’t know I was Poz and giving them dirty loads. I think stealth gifters are probably the dirtiest fuckers I know. And the worst ones are the ones that pass themselves off as Neg and Safe. And I guess that makes me a really dirty fucking bastard, ‘cause that’s what I do. So we got moved in and set up and found the local places, but as usual, most of the action came off the net. In order to set it up, we made sure to buy a big box of condoms, something we’ve never had to do before. And we got gloves for fisting, something else we’ve never had to do. But buying them was not nearly as bad as having to use them. But it was necessary to set the scene, so we did it. We had many men over and made sure they were safe as they did for us, and we were very careful to always use rubbers when we fucked them, and gloves for the few that wanted to fist. And after a month, we had a pretty good clientele. We had discussed how we might make the change from safe to raw play, and we decided we would wait and let the bottoms ask first, so we wouldn’t show our hand in the game. And sure enough, after about a month, they began to ask. And we refused, as that was not safe. We wanted to wait until about six weeks before we were to leave to begin playing raw, so that if anyone tested Poz, we would be long gone by that time. And the plan worked perfectly. The bottoms kept asking, can’t we play raw, since we’re all safe, and we used the standard speech, we don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve played with, and they used the standard speech, only the bottom is at risk, the tops never get it, only bottoms get AIDS fucked up their ass. So slowly, about three months into the game, we began to give in. We would fuck safe with a man for the first loads, and then play raw at the end, when we were mostly out of cum and it was very unlikely that anyone would be infected. But we also began to plan our big party. By this time we had our targets in mind. Besides the single men, there was one Daddy that had a Boy and sometimes would bring some other Boys along. We wanted to nail Daddy, if possible, so if we didn’t get his Boys, he would, as he would often breed them, knowing they didn’t play raw with other men. So six weeks prior to the end of my contract, we set up the party. In our regular play we let them bring up the possibility of making this a bareback party, as we were all safe. And of course we refused at first, finally giving in to them. “OK, if that’s what you want, since we know we are all safe, we will do it bareback.” The week prior we both had to be good and not fuck with each other or anyone else, so our balls would be as full of dirty Poz cum as possible. We set the party for a Saturday night, and invited Daddy and his Boy, and he would bring two other Boys, so we each could have one to start with, and then trade around. And the times we were with Daddy prior to this, we made sure to include him in the rimming, so he was accustomed to us rimming his ass, just to warm him up or while he was fucking. After a while he got to enjoy it, which is what we wanted. When it got to the point that he would offer us his ass for rimming just before he would start to fuck his Boy, we knew we had our man. When the given Saturday arrived, we skipped dinner after a light lunch and took Viagra, so we knew we would stay UP for all the action ahead of us. By the time the men arrived we were both about to bust to breed ass, so after we’d all had a beer and gotten naked, we were very glad when the Boys started to suck the Dads. And we made sure to rim all the Boys well, so that rimming became part of the fuck ritual. I was fortunate to get Daddy’s Boy first; Johnny got one of the others and Daddy got the odd Boy out. I got Daddy’s Boy in the sling and made sure he had his poppers as I ate his ass, and I ate it even longer than normal, so he was begging for my dick. And all that spit made it easy to slide home raw in that cute tight ass. He really was a great Boy for Dad, but all I was thinking about at this point was trying not to spurt too early. I wanted to give him a long hard fuck and wear his ass out good, so the Poz cum I would inject would take. So I started out slow and easy, and then would build it up and really begin to pound his ass, which he loves, and then I would back off and play with his ass lips on the head of my cock, again till he would beg me to fuck him hard. After several times of soft and easy and then hard pounding, I knew I was getting to the point that I couldn’t take it much longer. I looked around and saw Johnny fucking one of the Boys on the bed, and Daddy had another Boy on the opposite side, so the Boys were kissing each other while the Dads had their legs over their shoulders. I think Dad hit the point of no return first and planted his load. “Damn, don’t it feel good to breed a Boy’s ass!” he shouted as he spurted his load. And about that time Johnny let go his dirty load, and he just looked at me and smiled that dirty breeder look while he dumped his poison load in. So it was my turn, and I increased my tempo and fucked that Boy as hard as I’ve ever fucked any man, and felt my dirty cock spew as I gave him the poison load that he will never forget. He was telling me how good it felt to have a man cum in his ass, but he was preaching to the choir; I’ve heard that so many times, and I’ve told every one of them, once you take a load raw, you’ll never want another rubber in your ass, you want cum! We all had to take a break after that, so we sat around drinking beer and smoking till the Boys started sucking dick again. I had told Johnny beforehand that we would each knock up a Boy, and then in the next round, he would knock up the Boy that didn’t get any Poz cum the first time, and I would go after Dad. So Johnny went after the Boy that still needed his Poz load, and Dad went after the one that got Johnny’s load, and that left me with Dad’s Boy again. I was letting him suck me and playing with his ass; he knew I had already had him, so he was biding time till Johnny could have a turn at his ass. But I was aiming for Dad. I got down behind Dad as he was fucking the Boy with the Poz cum in his ass, and began to rim him as he fucked ass. He pulled out a little to give me a better target, as he knew the rimming helped him get stiff to fuck again. And then he resumed fucking, and with the help of the rimming, it wasn’t long before he planted his second load. This time when the Boys went out with Johnny for beer and smoke time, I made sure that Dad stayed back, as I sucked his cock clean and just generally made him feel comfortable on the bed. I had him lie back with his legs over the end of the bed, and finished tongue cleaning up his bush and balls, and then I put his legs on my shoulders and began to rim him again. I knew this would turn him on, and despite having planted two loads in a relatively short time, he was beginning to get stiff again. Funny thing, a man’s tongue in your asshole will do that to you. So I’m slobbering all over his ass and making love to his hole, and he raised his legs off my shoulders to give me better access. I couldn’t have asked for a better path to my target. At the edge of the bed I had put a small container of Crisco, and I was greasing my cock up, and despite having planted a load earlier, the thought of knocking up Daddy had my cock stiff and dripping. So when Daddy was holding his legs up and moving his ass on my tongue, I knew this was my chance. I got up as quickly as I could, and I stuck my greasy cockhead up his ass. The pop of the cockhead parting ass sure got his attention, so I leaned over him to begin kissing him, pressing his legs to his chest, and forcing my cock up his ass. I had greased up well, so I just slid home after popping open that tight hole. He was trying to protest and get me off, but I was telling him how wonderful he was, what a man he was, all the things you say to a man to get in his ass. And I think he was actually enjoying it, as he started kissing me back and stopped resisting as I began to work my cock in till I was balls deep. I imagine Daddy had been fucked before, as just about every gay man has been at some point in his life. He may not like it, but he will accept it. I always say “When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!” And though I may not enjoy having the shit fucked out of me, I do like to feel a man inside me sometimes. And having the Boys out of the room removed any feel of shame he might have felt if his Boy had been there watching. And after I got going I could tell he was getting into it, even though I bet he would never admit it. But my problem was how excited I was; I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer, as I was so hot to breed this man with my Poz cum. So our fuck was not long, but I ended it with a very hot and heavy slap-ass breeding that I hoped would do the job. I sure did enjoy watching his face filled with pleasure as I filled his ass with my poison cum. One of the problems with stealth breeding is you get too excited doing it and cum too soon. When I pulled out I felched around his ass to clean up any drips, so that the Boys wouldn’t see he had taken a load, but I didn’t suck any Poz cum out, I wanted it to stay in there and take hold. I suggested we go join the others after a last kiss and thanks for a hot fuck. We went in and found the Boys about to drag Johnny back in for another round, so we let them go play for a while I had a smoke and Dad had a beer. Then after a long enough pause to recharge, we went back in. Johnny was fucking Dad’s Boy in the sling and the other two were fucking each other, but when we came back in they untangled and the one I had not yet fucked sucked me and I got in him while the other did the same to Dad. I think each Boy had two loads by this point, and I had fired so hard and deep that I doubted I had any cum left, but I had a stiff Viagra dick that was loving fucking in the cum in his kid’s ass and I did my best to work it in good and hard, even if I couldn’t add any more but a dribble of demon seed into it. We finally gave up late in the night/early morning, and Dad and the Boys left us to collapse and recuperate. But before they left we made plans for a going away party the last Saturday we were to be there. And what a party that was. Dad came back with the two Boys, and we invited all the men we had been fucking raw, and they all came except one that had the flu (we hoped it was the Poz fuck flu). Johnny and I held off the week prior, again so that our balls were full, and we tried to nail the ones we were not sure of. There were a couple of guys with the sniffles, so we were getting out of town just in time. After we left as many men as possible dripping our poison cum, we packed up the sling and stole away in the night, deleting our profiles and our screen names and changing our email addresses and profiles back to what they had been before: Poz breeders, dirty raw fuckers, only plant our loads, no condoms allowed! And if you’re interested in converting, talk to us! Jerry Prince 11/9/12

-Tim The following is a love story, at times you might get tangled up in its [banned word] plot but it is a love story. As it is almost impossible to have a love story without passion and entanglement of two beings, I will warn you that as I fill you in on how this love came to be, I must also warn you that for a species to continue intercourse amongst both sexes needs to be involved. Hence there will the mention of straight or bi-sexual encounters, this does not mean that is the emphasis of this story, just the means to the ends of how things occurred. My Name is Timothy, I have in some ways taken on the role of family historian and I have an identical twin brother Thomas, I also have a older brother Robert, and four younger brothers. Now you might assume that this is your typical large family or even might consider we might be of a religious sect that encourages large families, both assumptions are false. Dad was born in the early spring of 1979 and Mom in late Spring of the same year, they met in high school and began dating in their sophomore year, but beyond make out sessions my Parents were considerate of my grandparents feeling about sex before marriage or at least till they both were of legal consenting age. As I implied they had been dating for almost three years by the time the graduated high school and it was planned to be an august wedding, as the end of March approached Mom and Dad went to the drive in with their best friends Matt and Alice, Dad drove a pickup with a shell over the bed, he had thrown in a twin mattress and included a couple of blankets to keep warm if it became chilly. He backed into the stall so they could kick back and “watch” the movie. Matt and Alice sat on the tailgate under another blanket. To the casual observer they were just a gaggle of teens watching a movie at the drive in. In reality Alice’s hand was stroking Matt's cock under the blanket while Mom was making dad hard and juicy. Beth you see had turned 18 just three days earlier and Fred’s digital ministrations on her female parts on her birthday had her in sexual overdrive, she took dad’s cock into her mouth and added her saliva to his ample precum just before she impaled herself down his ridged tool, she rode him for a short while and he quickly shot his huge load into her womb. Matt and Alice shimmied back and lay down near their friends as Matt took dads cock into his mouth, Alice licked Beth’s juicy clit before they both crawled up and shared the sexual juices with their best friends. With the wedding just weeks away Beth skipped her period, Fred and Matt continued to meet up after their respective job along with Beth and Alice, sometimes it would be dad and Matt Just taking turns pounding each other and sucking the cream out of their ample tools as Mom and Alice made out and rubbed their muffs together, while other times it was more of a Bisexual orgy with everyone getting filled up with Dad’s and Matt’s big loads of semen. They traded back and forth and by the time Mom walked down the isle on grandpa’s arm, her maid of honor was with child as well. Mom and Alice made perfect beards for Fred and Matt, and Dad and Uncle Matt provided perfect cover for Mom and Alice. My Grandparents were affluent and Dad and Mom got really good educations and went to really good colleges. Dad you might say had the Midas touch, as every project he touched in his tech job ended up in the forefront of the tech boom that proceeded the y2k crunch. He bought a large estate and built a small house to the front of the property if you consider 2400 square feet small. Robert was born in early March of 1998, Mom by the end of April was going to doctor to find out why she hadn’t started her period and was told that she was pregnant again. Aunt Alice delivered our half-brother, Sam, in early May and by September she was again pregnant, this time by Matt. Mom discovered in July it was determined it was twins, Thom and I arrived a bit early as a early Christmas present. I was to later find out that the sex parties continued all through Mom and Alice’s pregnancies or at least through the beginning of their third trimesters, you might say our first taste of cock and cum came while still in the womb, as both Dad and Matt spewed huge amounts of cum. By the end of February mom was once again pregnant once again and upon going to the doctors learned that was another set of twins, only DNA test showed not only were they paternal twin but one was dads and by some miracle the other was Matt’s once again the sex parties continued through the third trimesters with both mom and Alice. My brothers, Marcus and Michael, were delivered in early December 1999 just before Thomas and my birthdays, Sean was born in July of 1999 and mom discovered she was once again pregnant with identical twin in late January of the new millennium, James and Johnathan were born in October close to Halloween. Shortly after Thomas and I were born, Mom and dad hired a live in nanny to look after the brood of babies and toddlers Aunt Patty as she was to become to be known as shared mom and allice’s taste of women and soon joined in on the sex parties and shortly found herself knocked up as well by my dad, Devin was born in November of 2000 Well there you go the line up of guys which will play a part in this love story. It was getting crowded living in the 4 bedroom house at the front of the property by the time Sam arrived and with Mom being with child again, Matt began designing a much larger House set back on the property, it was a mansion with 10 bedrooms 6 bathrooms, a rumpus room a family room, a formal living and dining room a spacious kitchen, Gymnasium complete with locker room, spa, steam room and sauna, a mud room that lead in from the gardens, pool and running track, later he added in a outdoor kitchen along with a in ground spa and gazebo. By the time Thomas and I were born it was well on it’s way to being complete enough to camp out in in warmer weather and by the time my middle brothers were born it was nearly complete and habitable. Mom, Aunt Alice and Aunt Patty continued to live in the smaller house, with Sam, Sean and Devin, but were ever present in my brothers and my lives. By the time Jon and Jamey were one it was two separate households integrated in one family unit, however the sex parties had ceased, dad claiming he already had enough sons for an athletic team. My brothers full blood and half grew up with all the love and support that any child would need, we were 10 boys growing up just like any other group of boy, we did the usual boy things played with whatever toys that all the other boys played with, though we basically had some luxuries that many children don’t get the crowd we hung with outside the family unit were from affluent families as well and we went to the best schools, got good grades and participated in team and individual Sports. With both Dad and Matt promoting good healthy life habits, and being athletic and active. Rob, went for football in the fall and enjoyed Wrestling in the spring, Thom went for track in the fall and wrestling in spring, I chose Football in fall and Baseball in spring, Michael went a slightly different route with drama club and diving, Marcus enjoyed Marching band and Baseball, Jon and James both went for track and wrestling. With so many wrestlers in the family it wasn’t unusual to find us grappling with each other somewhere in the house or out on the lawn. As Thom and I entered our senior year in high School Rob went off to college at University of Washington, I had already applied to several colleges as did my brothers and we waited to see where we would be accepted. By the time I was in my early teens I knew I was not really interested or turned on my girls, but I kept my preference to myself, I knew dad was gay, as Mom was a lesbian, Dad in a relationship with Uncle Matt, Mom with Aunt Alice and Patty. My senior year had me frustrated, constantly trying to hide my hard on, many times carrying my books low to conceal the prevalent bulge. I was 6’1” tall 155 pounds had dirty blond hair and green eyes a chiseled body from my working out and sports and a 9.5-inch cock. From what I could tell, all of us boys were large in the genital department as we all had bodies that made both sexes stop and admire. Thom was identical in most areas with the exception of where his muscles bulked from the different sports he played, but we would work out together and sometimes pass as one another. The first half of the year was pretty typical football practice, homework, exams and hanging out with my friends and brothers, going to their games, meets, performances and recitals. On one occasion, I was at a preliminary wrestling meet watching Thomas, Jamey, Jon in their respective weight classes and years, Thom being in Varsity and Jamey and Jon being Junior varsity. As I watched I tried very hard not to spring a boner in my sweat pants, although it was a losing cause for the most part and I simply sat in the bleachers watching the various parings grapple on the mat. Thom went in and was matched up with a beautiful redhead of about the same size and musculature and as I watched them grapple and paw at each other I noticed one of his teammates sitting off to the side having to adjust his cock in his singlet several times as he stared at Thom and the redheads asses and slowly engorging bulges as Thom finally took down the redhead. The teammate then did some cleaver adjusting as he was called to the mat in the next weight class to go against a Latino wrestler, he seemed to be familiar with as they trash talked a bit before the guy was pinned to the mat, being out grappled their bulges were quite pronounced as they left the mat. I trapped my massive woody between my thighs tucking it back with the straps of my jock. I was glad that the term was coming to a close and I would soon be back with my family for the holidays. I sauntered up to Thom and congratulated him on his victory, as his girlfriend took hold of his other arm and ushered him away. The teammate was standing off to the side with the Latino guy and as I glanced over got caught looking as we made direct eye contact, they walked over and introduce themselves as Brad and Mario both team mates of Thom, explaining kind of what I already knew that this was a trial meet, a sort of tryout for the team, although all of those who tried out would actually make the team in one form or another. I watched Jamey and Jon in their matches with Brad and Mario sitting in front of me, they kept whispering thing back and forth and as I got up to leave and collect my younger brothers, they both quipped “hey dude with three brothers on the team, hope to see you around in the spring” I drove my brothers home, and dinner was waiting on the table when we arrived, I ran up to my room an quickly changed into a fresh pair of briefs and sweat shorts, as the ones I had been wearing had a almost noticeable spot where my cock had drooled almost the entire meet. I Arrived down stairs as Mom was plating up dinner for all of us, Jon and Jamey dug in like they had never eaten before and were starving, Marcus and Mike took it a bit slower and threw a few hints what they might want for their 17th birthdays, mostly video games and sporty outfits and the such. I already knew what I was giving them and it had to do with making them smell nice and not so ruddy all the time, as they both had high levels of hormones raging and although we were almost the same age, minus a little less than a year I had begun comparing their pheromones to that of a wet puppy, and it didn’t help my situation in my pants as being around my middle brothers unless they had recently showered had me hard all the time. Rob came home the day of Mike and Marcus’s birthday celebration, which marked the last week of classes for us and Rob’s completion of his finals, Thom was out with his girlfriend almost every night after he finished up his homework and practice was over, I had become the family chauffeur, and Sam came home from Arizona State the Friday school let out, it was good to have Rob and Sam back home. Brad and Mario started meeting up with me, as I worked out, preparing for baseball season, they training for wrestling, I occasionally saw Thom in the weight room but I was become fast friends with Brad and Mario, and I offed to have them over to work out during the winter recess in our home gym. Thom and my 18th birthday was rapidly approaching as was Christmas and I looked forward to receiving gifts on both occasions, I had been playing video games with Sean and Sam on the eve of my birthday as my brothers either sat around watching movies on the other screen or just played games with each other, at one point Jamey got in a wrestling match with Mike and Marcus egged him on and Jon just rolled his eyes, Matt came in and broke it up telling us all it was time for bed anyway, my youngest brothers hemmed and hawed that it was Christmas break, and Matt indicated it was nearly 11 o’clock and break or not we had to get our rest. I turned off the Xbox and the television and bid everyone a good night and headed up to my room, Sam asked if he could stay over as it was a cold walk back to the gatehouse and he wanted to catch up with rob anyway, Matt indicated that he was of age now and could sleep wherever. Sean gave Matt puppy dog eyes and he relented that he could stay over as well I shared a Jack and Jill bath with Thom, who was still out with his girlfriend, his curfew being 11:30 I knew I wouldn’t hear him much before that time. I reached my room and pulled out a science book to glance over a chapter or two before sleep, getting about a third of the way into the chapter Sean came into my room and sat on the end of the bed “You Stoked about turning 18 tomorrow?” “A little, it’s great to have Rob and Sam home isn’t it” “yeah I missed Them while they were away at College” About that time, I heard rustling in the bathroom as Rob and Sam came through to my room, they sat on either side of me on my bed “So, bro, ready to give up your childhood and become a man” Rob asked with a laugh and a glimmer of mischief on his face. I looked over at the clock and it read 11:59 “What do you mean, become a man, I think I’m doing a pretty good job of that already?” Sean began massaging my feet and as the clock indicated midnight Rob leaned in and tenderly kissed me on the lips, Sam began rubbing my chest and my cock went to full mast in my underwear tenting my sweat shorts, Rob broke the kiss which I had started to return “See I told you he was like us, with all the gay genes in our pool, how could he not like guys?” I soon found myself being undressed by my older siblings and my cock being encased in Sean’s mouth, Rob returned to giving me Make out lessons his tongue wrapping around mine until Sam presented his drooling cock to our lips and we took turns sucking it in and cleaning off the precum that was flowing from it’s tip. Sean raised my legs up and began rimming my hole, before returning to my drooling cock, soon he was straddling me rubbing my cock on his hole before pushing back and encasing my ridged tool with his ass muscles, Sam held the back of my head as he slowly forced his cock into my throat, I gagged, he eased off then slid some more down my throat, each time more of his monster entered me, as my throat relaxed and suddenly I was breathing in his musky ball scent as my nose nestled in his trimmed bush, my throat muscles massaging his cock, I could feel it swell some as he pulled it back into my mouth and began cumming against my tongue, the sudden taste of cum not unlike my own triggered my orgasm as I shot a huge load into Sean’s ass, Sam was soon replaced by Rob, his cock slid down my throat and he began face fucking me using my throat to edge his load to the point of no return before like Sam pulling out to shoot in my mouth. Sean repositioned himself his younger sibling and slid his cock into Sean next to mine and proceeded to rub our cocks together in the boys’ hole. I never realized that a hole could stretch that much. It didn’t take long and I was shooting another volley of cum into Sean and Sam followed suit, Sam then offered up his cummy cock for me to clean off and I did so without thinking about where it had just been. Sean slid off my still stiff tool and turned around as Rob guided his ass to my face I began lapping the creamy mixture that was leaking out of that sweet boy cunt, I sucked and lapped up the goo as Sean pushed it out, leaning in to clean the goo off my cock, I was like a sex starved addict as I ate the cum from my brothers ass, Rob joined me again in the feast till there didn’t seem to be any cream left. Sean rolled over and laid next to me on my right, Sam to my left and rob next to him, the three of us cuddled until we all fell asleep. I awoke around 6 to Rob rimming my ass, Sean was pushing more cum from his well-used chute and Rob was collecting it up and rubbing it on my hole working it in with his fingers and tongue after I soon felt my hole feeling very loose he put his cock on my hole and slid the head in. he had done a good job of loosening me up and I was still relaxed enough from being half asleep that there wasn’t much discomfort and as my ass adjusted to his girth he soon was sliding the rest in. he began rotating his hip and thrusting in and out, Sean was still half asleep and cuddled closer to me as I pulled Sam in closer as well we began making out the three of us while my cherry was being popped by my eldest brother, my cock was rock hard but Sam and Sean kept me from touching it, Rob pounded into me for almost a half hour, I could feel my hole becoming sloppy and wet, my torso was covered in my precum and the drool of Sam and Sean. They occasionally would lean down and lick the juice from the tip before returning to sharing the nectar with me, without warning Rob pulled out Sam took his place and Rob cuddle up to me and began kissing me and licking my neck and ears, Sam thrust into my used hole and took almost as much time in me as Rob, my hole feeling very moist and every time they it my prostate my cock would jet out a little juice around 7 Sam and Sean switched places and my youngest of my elder brothers pumped into my hole, Sean didn’t last as long and soon was grunting and telling me how he was filling me up with his loads “so little bro, you like those 8 loads up in you, I came three time and so did Sam, and Sean just gave you two” I was filled with my families seed, my brothers having just loading me up, Sean crawled in-between my legs and began eating the cum that oozed out of my hole, I was elated to have their seed, but my cock was still rock hard, Rob reached down and stroked me then straddled my six pack and using my precum slid his ass down my pole, I almost immediately shot my load into his gut having been edged and fucked for the previous hour and a half, the excellent rim job that Sean was performing just made it cum faster. Once again, we fell asleep in each other’s arms until we heard Thom in the bathroom around 9:30 my three elder brothers quietly and quickly exited my room and creep down the hall to Robs room, Rob Whispering to me as they prepared their departure “come down to my room in 10”

i was in 7th grade. definitely never felt shy about my body including my ass or cock. my neighbor kid was in 2nd or 3rd grade and i guess he was leaarning how to suck dick . maybe he watched his mom & dad or maybe his dad was training him for his pleasure. i went commando on a hot day while we were sk8ing in a parking lot. he asked what kind of underwear i was wearing. right then and there i put my shorts to my knees . my dick is thick and sexy just like my ass. this kid latched on like a pro. no one had ever done that to me. one hand one my sack and one on my shaft. then he leaned in to kiss the head and boom! the poor kid was covered in my first load. and it was EVERYWHERE! we both thought i peed so he went home crying . yup. my little trophy. his dad seemed to like me more after that.

Accidentally cut off a section of this. As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking their hard cocks. One was short and stocky, a hot bear with a beard, the other two were more twink-ish medium height and lean builds. As soon as I reached the sofa where they were sitting, I shucked my tank top and shorts and turned around, pushed the butt plug out with a plop and loads started to ooze out of my well fucked hole.
 
 “Fuck boys,” Dean said, this pig is loaded up already. One of the loads is from his DAD! “How many other loads you have in there, fag?”
 
 “Two,” I said. “Both from randos who fucked me in the bathroom at the mall."
 
 “That’s so fucking hot, piggy,” the bearish guy said, “I”m Eddie,” he said, and then took a huge hit off the glass pipe he was holding in his hand. He held it in his lungs for a long time and then leaned over to kiss me and passed the hit to me. “That's a shotgun. You’re gonna love them.”
 
 “Come on guys, let’s get this faggot FUCKED UP.” They each walked up to me with a glass pipe and made me do a huge hit and then shotgun it back and forth with them. By the time I had met the other guys, Jose and Chris, my head was spinning and my cunt was feeling even more greedy, if that was possible. I had to have their cocks. My cunt was on FIRE.

Holy fuck I had an amazing time. We ended up with 8 guys total and there was a nice mix of tops and bottoms. It was held at a guys house and he had a really nice long and wide couch as well as a swing. I had the mind set going there that I was just going to go and have a good time and not really have any expectations. One of the guys there was someone that I've been talking to on A4A but never had a chance to meet up. He came over to me as everyone started and made me feel much more comfortable. After a little while I jumped up on the swing but didn't really stay on it long since the guy who was fucking me had a condom on and that was irritating my hole (Some condoms will irritate my hole pretty bad). After 2 hours or so four of the guys left and the rest of us kept going for another couple of hours. I did end up with 3 very large loads in me so I was very happy about that. Overall this far exceeded my expectations, the whole thing was very laid back and had a really good vibe to it. I can't wait to get together again with them, I got home a little while ago and I'm already itching to do it again lol. Thanks to everyone for their advice, it really made the experience much more enjoyable.

I have learned that if you want six men, you need to have 25-30 rsvps. Most men who respond to ads are full of shit and don't show up. The only way I have been able to get that many at one time is to rely on men I know. Anon types won't happen. I do the immodium thing too, but don't take it the night before. Let your system do it's job over night, then take it about two hours before. that is when you want to shut down the production line. Not the night before. Have fun, if you do get six, you will love it. You will need someone to go first. You need one reliable guy who can bust a nut quickly. After you take a load, it gets wild. Everyone loves fucking a loaded hole.

You got most of it covered, it depends on the Imodium though as what you are doing. Anything like that usually drys out the colon so if your just taking cock then cool but anything more like fisting be careful as there can be a lot of friction. Otherwise enjoy taking those cock and let yourself go, the good think about groups is you can drop out for a break and then rejoin, drink plenty water. I been to small groups, larger groups and massive rave sex parties in Berlin. Its all good and its all horny. I love the feel of getting filled up and as a felcher it can be a paradise. Let us know how you go.

We all lounged around in the hot tub, away from the basement, and the vengeful act of pozzing my baby brother, among the men smoking cigars and drinking beers, I cuddled up to my Daddy, the strong smell of his armpits stronger than the chlorine, in fact, we all reeked of sex and sweat. "That bitch has got one sweet cunt, where did you find the boy?" I looked at my Daddy, he smiled and nodded at me. I took a deep breathe and told them the entire story, their mouths were agape at what they were being told, at what they had been a apart of. Forcefully raping and pozzing a bitch was one thing, but it being my own brother got each of their nuts churning again. "I need to go back and rape his cunt again, knowing its your kid brother." "Well, we have one more thing planned, before we send the bitch back to his soon to be shattered life." my Daddy said. We all got out of the hot tub, our blatino buddy groped my ass. "Now that's the pussy I've always wanted to get inside." "That's a party for another night, buddy." my Daddy said. Grinning at me and taking me into his arms. We went back into the basement, there, still tied to the St Andrew's Cross, the buttplug still in his cunt, was my brother. I cracked my knuckles at what was to come. The guys sat, their huge poz cocks dripping with precum, my Daddy, handing me his trusty singletail whip... a whip that I had been on the receiving end of many times. I never really was an out of control boy, I admire and love my Daddy, and constantly aim to please him and make him smile. So, eventually he just took to beating me just to satisfy his urge to do so, since I really aimed to never anger him. I swung the whip a few times, and cracked it. "What the fuck!!!" my brother cried out at the noise. I grinned and struck him. "Speak only when spoken to, faggot!!!" His screams filled the basement fuckroom. "You evil... sadistic...." I struck him again, harder. "You speak only when spoken to, faggot... the more you make me repeat myself, the more this is going to hurt you." I said. "Damn, who knew your boy had that side to him." One of the white tops said. "He's usually yes sir, whatever you want sir" "Well, my boy respects me, and all of you... I knew he had a rough side to him, he is MY BOY afterall." My brothers back was covered in lashes... a few lashes had broken the skin, crimson ran down his back. I ran my fingers up his back. I tooked at the red on my finger. I took it into my mouth. "Hmmm... doesn't taste like poz blood." "You,,, sick... twisted..." I took out the plug and shoved my cock. "Too much for flattery now bitch." I grabbed his shaking body and pounded his used and sloppy cunt, he couldn't tighten his cunt now if he wanted, tears ran down his cheeks. I kept pounding him until I blew up his cunt. Ipulled out and presented the singletail to my Daddy, he had his go, focusing on his round ass, slinging the whip until lash marks decorated his butt. We walked behind him, and put the whip around his neck. "Too much noise from your bitch ass and I tighten this. You're worthless, and I have no reservations about doing you harm." My Daddy said. "But... you already know that." My Daddy fucked him, drilling him and filled him with his toxic sperm. The other tops each took their turns, drilling and pounding his ass, until he was filled with semen. We plugged him up. Bid our guests goodbye, and my Daddy and I went to bed, my head on his chest. The morning after, we blindfolded him, and dropped him off into the outskirts of the city. He never did know where we were, so he couldn't actually report where all this had happened. Had he thought he could have just said that I had been a part of it... But, I don't know, maybe he wanted to believe it didn't happen, or maybe he was hoping against the odds that he was converted. It wasn't until a year later, where I was at work at the HIV clinic that I came across paperwork with his name. Two things stood out that made me smile. Marital Status: Divorced. HIV status: Positive, diagnosis AIDS, currently on meds. I snapped a pic with my phone. I sent it to my Daddy with the words, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. THE END