Leaderboard

Part 1 (Chem stuff comes in Part 2) Finally. Away at college for a few months and I could breathe. Growing up in a small town, I was eager to go to school in a big city so I could come out, get some more sexual experience (other than trading blowjobs with my best friend under the bleachers of the football field at school) and finally hook up with the older men I’d been fantasizing about for a long time. I’m Adam, and I’m a short, 5’4” tall, furry 18 year old student at a big college in the midwest. I have a nice uncut dick and a big fat hairy ass. I knew I wanted to be somewhere like Chicago when I applied to schools, so I only applied to colleges in big cities. I was horny 24x7 and knew it would be far easier to satisfy my hunger for cock in a large city. The first few months, I figured out how online cruising worked and had a lot of good luck using Sniffies and Scruff. Luckily I had a bike to ride around and my school was near the L so I could get all over the city quickly. I had a couple of regular hookups, including one older guy named Mike who had taken my ass cherry and taught me how to love my greedy butthole. I was in love with Mike’s 6’ tall, beefy, hairy Dad bod and the thick swirls of chest hair on his pecs. He didn’t have a beard but he was one of those guys who shaved every day and still looked like he needed to shave 5 minutes after he was done. Needless to say, his sandpaper chin felt amazing on my boy pussy and he loved leaving loads in my hole. I loved taking those loads, it was even more fun when they leaked out of my cunt and left a tiny wet spot on the seat of the L train when I got up to exit. One Friday morning, Mike texted me and asked me if I’d be interested in meeting a friend of his who was in town on business and looking for a younger guy to hire for an evening. I’d never thought about selling my ass, which I willingly gave away for free, but he was Mike’s friend so I said sure. Mike sent me a pic of another hot early 40s Daddy who I’d be happy to give my hole to, but Mike said he got off on paying boys for sex. Who was I to say no? He also sent me a pic of the guy’s giant uncut dick. I was immediately in love. It was bigger than any cock I’d ever taken before, immensely thick, and I knew I had to have it inside me. His name was Justin and Mike sent me his phone and room number at a hotel in the Loop. He told me to be there at 5. Yes, sir! This fag boy is never late for a good daddy dicking. After I was done with classes for the day, I went home, showered and cleaned out my hole (thank god I had a single room with its own bathroom!) so I would be squeaky clean for the cock I was dreaming of. It was still warm out, so I put on a skimpy pair of nylon shorts a tank top and a cute jockstrap that Mike had given me, which framed my big furry ass really well. I remembered to put the bottle of poppers Mike gave me in a pocket of my backpack and headed out. I’d been instructed not to wear deodorant or cologne and to be on time. I gave myself a lot of time and walked into the lobby of the hotel at 4:50PM, with my heart pounding. I was incredibly horny, as usual, with the added thrill of going to meet a John who was going to pay me for sex. My cock was hard in my jockstrap and my ass was tingling, knowing it was about to receive the hard fucking it so desperately needed. I caught the eye of one of the bellhops who was a cute guy just a little older than me with thick curly hair and a trim beard. He was on his way up with a cart full of suitcases and held the door of the elevator for me. It was just the two of us and he said “You’re lucky to be wearing so little, this uniform is hot and sweaty when it’s this warm out.” I laughed and agreed and he took the opportunity to start at my ass. It’s a nice big ass if I do say so myself, and he just smiled and said “I get off at 10.” I smiled and said “I’ll just bet you do.” We quickly exchanged phone numbers and then the elevator stopped on Justin’s floor. I reached over and kissed the bellman, and he grabbed my ass cheek, slipping his hand inside the waistband of my jockstrap. “FUCK, kid, that’s a nice ass. Hope I get to sample it.” I pulled away from him, smiled and said “you will. Don’t worry. Always room for one more.” No one I went to high school would’ve guessed that shy little Adam would’ve gone away to college and in three months be shaking his booty at hotel staff on his way to turn a trick for money. The bellman licked his lips and said “I sure hope so.” Then the elevator door closed and he was gone. I quickly found the room, adjusted my dick and ass in my jock and knocked on the door.

Happened to be in Florida this year and staying in Fort Lauderdale. The same weekend was the Stonewall Pride Wilton Manors Gay Pride. I wasn’t sure what to expect with DeSantis tooting Florida as the conservative capital of America. I figured “Hell, I’ll have a drink or two anyways.”. I prepared and dressed in slutty accessible clothes. You know the ones. Who gives an f*** if they get torn or dirty and are easy to pull off and down. Boy, was I presently pleasantly surprised! It was down and dirty, fucking all around the pool table that night, and for the next two nights that I went to afterwards. They sure did know how to treat a Cali boy, right. My ass was rode all night long as I leaned against that pool table. And such a variety of men! Buff, bears, bellies! Clean, goatees, ZZ Top beards! Latino, white, black…. All shoved their cocks in my hole and used it like they should. After each load, I eagerly got down on my knees and clean each cock off tasting the mixture of juices and cum from my ass. One of my favorites was a slender black guy from Chicago with a dick that matched his body. Nice and long he liked to long stroke me and fucked me several times. Another was a heavyset but still muscular black guy that was in the bathroom when I went to take a break. The bathroom was kind of an open air area between the main building and the outside patio. He caught me looking at his thick, meaty member that he was washing in the sink. He asked “you like? “ with an African or Jamaican accent. When I said “yes”he nodded, pushed me over the sink and proceeded to fuck me hard shoving that girth deep in to me. With one hand, he grabbeds fist fulls of my hair, which he yanked on as he proceeded to pound me. I knew my place was to serve him. All in all incredibly fulfilling and rewarding weekend in Florida, that I was not expecting. Definitely would recommend to the other pigs out there!

PART 2 The door quickly opened to the man I had seen in the picture Mike sent me. He was in his early 40s, built, muscled, about 5’7”, but with that hot look of a former college jock who’d drunk a few too many beers. He was shirtless and answered the door in just a pair of skimpy old style 70s coach gym shorts. He exuded confidence and sex appeal. “You must be Adam. Mike’s told me a lot about you. Come in. I’m Justin.” He ushered me into the large spacious room and put the do not disturb thing on the doorknob. The curtains were open, but there was no way anyone could see us, we were 25 stories up, facing the lake. I made a mental note to remember to ask him to fuck me on the balcony outside. We chit chatted for a bit but quickly got down to brass tacks. Mike had apparently negotiated my fee with him in advance. I was a little surprised and thought “so now he was my pimp, too?” But that thought just make my hole pucker. Justin handed me an envelope with 5 $100 bills in it, which I tucked in my backpack. He said “Are you nervous, Adam?” I nodded and laughed a bit. “Yeah, a little.” “Don’t be. I’ve known Mike forever. In fact, he’s going to stop by later.” I was sitting on the sofa, and he handed me a plastic cup that was sitting on the coffee table and said “here, drink this. It’ll help you relax and have a good time.” I took the cup which was fizzy and brown so I just assumed it was a Coke. I took a few sips. It tasted a little weird, but I was so nervous that I drank it all quickly. He laughed and said “there’s more where that came from later.” I didn’t know what G was at the time, since the only thing I’d ever done was smoke weed. Justin smiled and said “When Mike showed me your picture, you reminded me of someone that he and I both know. A guy your age. I want to play out a daddy/boy scene where I fuck that guy. Mike said you’d done that with him before, right?” I nodded. “So I’m going to call you Jake, ok? I’m also going to call you a lot of other names. Does that turn you on?” He reached over and touched the back of my neck with his strong hand and massaged it a little bit. All I could do was moan and say “yes, Daddy.” He laughed and said “Good. If anything does’t feel right, just tell me and we’ll readjust. But I think what I have in mind for tonight is going to turn you on very very much.” He sat down next to me on the sofa and leaned over so we started making out. His short trimmed beard and sexy green eyes were making my cock rock hard and I couldn’t stop exploring his furry chest with my hands. I rubbed his nipples and he moaned and said “you can do that whenever you want, son.” I grinned (I loved it when Mike called me “son”) and rubbed his nipples harder with one hand while I reached down to feel his cock inside his shorts. It was incredibly thick and I could feel his foreskin moving over the head of his dick even though it was still inside his shorts. I was starting to swirl from the G and he could tell that I was feeling it, so he just picked me up and moved me to the bed. He laid me on my back and slid his shorts down so that his mostly hard, massive cock was dangling down. He rolled me on my shoulders and pulled my shorts off quickly, while I shucked my tank top. I was completely naked on the bed except for my sexy jockstrap which he made a point of complimenting. Justin grinned at me and said “FUCK Jake, you look so damn sexy,” then he shoved his face into my hole, rubbing his beard and tongue all over my ass. I moaned and reached down to grab his face and pull it as far into my ass as I could. The only thing I loved more than getting my cunt eaten was taking big fat daddy cocks in it and I knew that Justin was only moments away from sinking his cock into my greedy cumdump. He kept his tongue and beard in contact with my hole and I just held onto the back of his head for dear life, while he shoved his tongue as far up my asshole as it would go. I couldn’t do anything but moan like a little pig while my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was one happy little faggot. Justin came up for air “You like that, son? Fuck, Jake you look so hot. Daddy’s gonna love breeding your pretty little cumdump. I got a bunch of loads for you. You want my cock, baby boy?” I just moaned some more and said “fuck Daddy! Yes! Your boy needs your cock. Please give it to me.” He chuckled a little and said “hang on baby boy, I have another surprise for you,” then I felt his index finger slide into my spit lubed hole. After a minute or so with him pushing his fingers in and out of my hole, loosening me up for the onslaught to come, something started to burn a little bit. “What’s that?” He just laughed and said “You’ll find out in a few minutes, boy. You ready for Daddy’s cock Jake?” It was still a little weird that he was calling me by another guy’s name, but ultimately I didn’t care because I was incredibly turned on and knew I was gonna get bred by a hot Daddy while making a bunch of money in the process. If calling me Jake turned him on, that was fine with me. Just fuck me harder. I could feel more burning in my ass and Looked up at Justin grinning ear to ear saying “you feel that son? How does your pussy feel, Jakey boy ?” I had to catch my breath I could feel my heart pounding and my asshole was on fire in a way I’d never felt before. “Oh Daddy, it feels amazing. Please put your cock inside me. Please.” I looked up at him with my best puppy, hang dog look, begging for his cock with my eyes. I was still rolled onto my back with my ass high in the air when he made me flip over so I was on my knees like a good cumdump. Mike had taught me how to arch my back so that he could get all the way inside my hole. Justin laughed and noted this. “Mike’s taught you how to position your pretty little pussy, hasn’t he, son?” “Yes, Daddy. Now put your cock in me, please? I reached back and pulled my big hairy cheeks apart so Justin could see my hole winking at him. Justin just laughed again and said “don’t worry Jakey. Daddy’s gonna give you all of his big fat daddy cock just like you always wanted it.” He reached down and ate my ass a little more, shoving his tongue as far as he could inside my hole, then he pulled up and spat a couple of big loogies onto my butthole. “You think you can take my cock with just spit for lube, baby boy?” “No, Daddy, can I have some poppers too?” Justin just laughed and said “that’s my boy, Jakey. You don’t want more lube you just want more drugs. Good little fag whore.” I blushed a little, but I liked him calling me names and I loved the daddy/boy scene he was playing out. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I took 6 or 7 huge hits off them so my head was completely spinning. My hole continued to burn and get hungrier from whatever he had shoved in there, and he spat on his cock and started to tease my cunt with the head. “You sure you want this dick, baby boy? Daddy’s not sure you can take the whole thing. Do you think you can, Jake?” I moaned like a cheap whore and backed up, trying to get the head of his cock inside me. He laughed and moved away, teasing my hole with his cock head. “Fuck daddy! Give it to me. I need it so badly.” Justin just laughed some more and continued to tease my hole, waiting for my body to absorb the drugs. My hole kept getting hungrier and hungrier and finally he slowly slid a little bit of his huge cock into my ass. “Come on now Jake, tell Daddy what you want. Beg for it, baby boy.” “Oh Daddy! Please give me all of your cock. I need it. My hole is so hungry and only you can satisfy me with your cock, Daddy!” Justin moaned loudly and said “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a long time, Jakey boy. I need to be inside you. Here we go.” He thrust his cock all the way inside my ass until it was incredibly full. I gasped and then tried to relax so I could handle all of his enormous daddy cock. It was so long I felt it pop past something inside me and then just started to feel warmer all over and hungrier in my hole. “Of fuck! Daddy what did you do to me? Your cock feels amazing all the way inside me, but my hole is on FIRE!” Justin reached over and touched my face, kind of petting me like you would an overexcited dog. “Don’t worry baby boy, you’re safe with me, I just gave you something called T, to make you have more fun. I put it in the piss slit of my cock so it’s melting all the way inside your pretty little furry pussy.” FUUUUCK. He was giving me drugs from his cock into my ass, and there was nothing I could do about it. Which was JUST fine. My body heated up and my hole opened wide to take his dick. I felt like my brain was completely scrambled but my ass was on fire and I needed him to fuck me. HARD. Justin could feel this too and he quickly started to thrust in and out of my ass, fucking me hard and using my pussy like it was meant to be used. His cock was the biggest one to ever fuck me and I was begging for his cock to fuck me harder. “Please Daddy, I need your cock. Rape me harder! I need your cock using my pussy! It feels so fucking good. Please Daddy. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Then I felt another wave of the drugs in my asshole and couldn’t really talk anymore I was so spun. Justin grinned at me with an evil glint in my eye and said “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, Jakey! I’ve wanted to fuck you forever and now my cock is all the way inside you just like it was supposed to be. Take my fucking cock you dirty little faggot!” Justin went into overdrive and grabbed onto my hips so he could pound my cunt really hard. I grabbed onto a pillow and just moaned into it, feeling my head explode over and over with pleasure that his cock was giving my hole. After a few minutes of sustained, heavy pounding he cried out “FUCKKKKK! Jakey! I’m gonna breed you! Do you want my load son! Tell me you want my load!” He was begging me to beg him and I finally found the ability to speak again. “DADDY! Please give me your load! Please cum all the way up my pussy as far as you can shoot it! I want to feel your cock cumming in my hole!” Justin kept on fucking me and finally after another minute of full on pounding he stopped and his legs stiffened and he fell forward on my back with his furry chest. He was breathing heavily and I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside of me, launching volley after volley of cum into my cunt. I reverted back to moaning and gibberish and just saying “thank you daddy! Thank you for breeding me!” Justin just keep repeating “Oh Jakey!” Over and over again. Justin’s breathing came back to normal and we rolled onto our sides and began passionately making out, after a minute or two his cock began to get soft and slide out of my hole. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a buttplug and immediately shoved it all the way up my ass before I had time to react. It was BIG. I sighed because I was suddenly full again, but my hole was still on fire. “Don’t worry,” Justin said. There’s way more where that came from.

True story and the stuff wet dreams are made of: Extremely hot day here yesterday. Within 2 mins of putting a “Sling is up, house is cool, hole is hot….” post up on Sniffies, a “Registered Profile” (no stats or pic) guy HMU with, “I am looking for an ass to just drop my load in and then leave. You down?” and this pic. 5 mins later a 30-something handsome guy is at my door, kissing on me, grabbing my ass and fingering my hole, all cummy from the guy who left 30 mins before. He tells me he’s got a 5-day load and not much time so we move to the bedroom where he strips off the business shirt he’s sweated through and his pants in like 20 seconds. When he stripped off his briefs, he was more than half hard. It’s obvious his dick in the pic is soft because when fully hard, it’s substantially bigger than I expected. I hop in my sling and, eyeing poppers on the table, he says, “Take a big hit”. So I do. Just as the rush hits me, he slides in balls deep in one push, using the cum already in me as lube. He goes from zero to 60 in 10 seconds and I’m suddenly on the receiving end of a furious fuck by a very thick 7” cock. Fucker beats up my hole from every angle and all I can do is grip the straps of my sling, push out my hole and open up for him. Just how I like it. And, from the, “Fuck yahs” from him, he apparently does as well. After about 7 mins of all gas and no brakes, he hands me the poppers and says, “Take some big hits and really open up for me because I’m gonna seed you”. I’m riding the rush, my hole is gaping huge, he’s riding my butt nut unmercifully when all of a sudden his eyes roll back, he freezes balls deep in me and howls as he shoots his load. Very hot. Except his orgasm doesn’t stop or even slow down like most guys. It goes on and on and on. He keeps howling, jabbing deep as he can go and I can actually feel his cock pulsing. He keeps going and going and all of a sudden my lower gut is gurgling. For a quick second I wondered if he’s pissing in me, yet realize that he’s pumping an insane amount of cum in me! And I can literally feel it. When he finally started coming down from the high of his jizzing me, I confirm that by asking, “Dude, was that all just cum?” He just smiled and said, “Yah. I cum a LOT in general but that really was a 5-day load”. 5 mins later he’s dressed and out the door and I’m unable to keep all of his load in me. I’m doing my best yet a lot is running down my legs. I’ve got a couple go-to fuckbuds that love sloppy seconds, so I text them. One of them responds he’ll be right over so I left the door unlocked, hopped in my sling and….. …..that’s another story

Getting to both, apologies

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

I’m looking forward to the chem sessions

My doctor knows I'm gay. When I told him his response was to tell me that the "standard of care" for sexually active gay males would require more regular testing for STDs and making sure that I had been vaccinated for things that straight people usually don't get unless they travel. He also asked me if any previous doctors have talked to me about safe sex and I said yes and then he asked me if I used protection or not and I said no. He said he wasn't going to lecture me that I was old enough to understand the risks. He also told me that if I had any suspicion of having any STDs not to wait and to come in and see him. I agree that having a gay-friendly doctor that you can be honest with is important. If you don't know where to look, call your local Gay/Lesbian center and ask them for referrals. I did that when I moved to Vegas. I contacted four gay organizations around here and the funny thing is that one doctor's name came up from all of them. I thought the doctor might be gay, but no, he's straight. He just did his residency in a heavily gay area and thus knows and understands the gay population very well.

Which is why I say THE most important thing anyone on here can do, if they are going to be sexually active and not use condoms - is to have a Dr that you trust that you can be totally honest with- so that they know what to look for and what tests to run when you go in for an appointment and so that they know their stuff (like the difference between the multiple kinds of warts) and what they should be screening for based on previous history. (yes I know I have already said that on this chain- but I think it is worth repeating)

PART 1 I found out last Saturday that I had to travel to SoCal at the last minute, so I left Tuesday morning and headed down to my client's site. Spent most of the day in and out of meetings and then finally left around 6:30pm and drove thru a Carl’ Jr then headed to the Best Western about a half a mile from the work location. I pulled into the parking lot next to a white work truck not thinking about much but getting my keys and getting to my room and eating and relaxing after my long day. As I got out of the car I noticed a black man sitting in the truck smoking a cigarette and talking on his cell phone. The truck was running and the windows were up so I couldn’t hear what was being said. I took a good look, saw he was an older black man with a scruffy beard with some greying and a short afro style haircut... he noticed me lookin and he looked back we caught eyes and then I looked away and headed to the office to check in. I got my keys and as I was walking back to the car to get my things, I saw him get out of the truck and walk into the door right next to mine.. I got my stuff from the car, went over to my room and was putting the key in the door when the door next door opened and he came out talking on his cell phone. we looked at each other again, I nodded my head to acknowledge him and he did the same and I went in my room set my stuff down and sat at the small couch to eat my Carl’s Jr... the curtains were open with just that white privacy curtain drawn closed but it wasn't completely closed, there was a gap of about two inches between them.. the black man stood outside talking on his cell phone kind of pacing back and forth between the front of his room and the front of mine, I could hear some of the conversation and my guess was he was talking to his wife... as he paced back and forth, I would sense him looking at me thru the curtain gap and I’d look up and catch him looking, a few times I’d see his shadow coming and i'd be looking by the time he came by and he'd see me looking at him.. this went on for about five minutes or so and I was eating while we kept exchanging glances... a few minutes later as he was standing in front of my window I heard the door open again next door, another black man came out and told him he'd be back and got into the truck and left.. he kept talking on the phone and pacing and we kep looking at each other while I ate for probably another 5 minutes or so before he finally hung up the phone and went back in his room. I really couldn't hear much from the room next door but the tv running, I finished eating and started to unpack my dress shirts and other stuff that needed to be hung up and then turned the tv on myself and laid back on the bed to relax. after about three minutes I heard the adjoining room door on his side open and thought that was odd, thinking maybe he was unfamiliar with them and he wanted to see what was there, but then about five seconds later he knocked at the door and I heard him say "yo".... I got up from the bed and went to open the door and I said "hey whats going on" and he looked at me said "so whats up" and not sure where he was going with this I responded "what do you mean" and this time he stepped forward into my room reached down and adjusted himself real quick like black men do and then he said again "so whats up" and this time I was starting to understand where this was going and I responded "just kicking it here after a long day, how about you?' and now he reached down with his hand and started stroking on his shaft with his thumb while he was talking to me and he said "i think u know whats up, I seen you lookin - I look at you, you look at me we be lookin back n forth so what up with u? you dont need to play eyeball no more if you a fag lookin for some dick I got some, I can give you some for real you dont need 2 be cute about it... so I remembered my teaching from my black master and I responded "just like that, huh?" and he responded "yea, just like that" ..i told him I was down and he asked me how much dick did I want. he told me he was staying there with a buddy from work that he kicks it with now and then and that his buddy would probably be down to give me some dick too or it could be just me and him.. I told him I was cool with two guys and he said give him a minute he was going to call his buddy and he did, he had him on speaker phone, his buddy answered "yo whats up" and the older black guy said "you wanna get your dick wet tonight" and his buddy responded "yeah, what you got in mind" and he said "got some boi pussy in the room next door he cool taking us both on" and his buddy responded "he a freak?" and the older black guy nodded his head yes while he looked at me and said "yes" to his buddy on the phone and his buddy said "aaaiiiggghhtt ... imma get some drink at the liquor store n hit the burger king, lets kick it after we eat" and the older black man said "aaiiightt .. late!" and hung up. he looked at me and said he'd get me when they were ready and I said ok and he left the room and closed the door on his side and then I closed the door on mine but left it unlocked. I went and laid back on the bed both amazed and worried and confused because I really knew nothing about either of these two and I didn't even get to see the other black man at all really just saw him quickly in passing walking toward the truck.. about 20 minutes later I heard the door open to the room next door and then heard him and his buddy talking but couldn't make out much because their tv was on but I could tell the spoke for a couple of minutes and then started to eat because of the silence in between the sentences, so I decided to get myself ready for whatever was going to happen next.. after that I went back to watching tv while I waited. Finally about 40 minutes later I heard the adjoining room door open on his side and then the older black man, now in boxers and a tank top, came in and said "we ready" and I got up and walked into their room. I finally got to see his buddy, he was tall, like 6" and very slender, probably weighed about 160 lbs at most, in his late twenties, not very attractive honestly, actually kind of ugly, looked very rough and ghetto, had his hair in corn rows with a few longer strands on the sides and back and he was laying back on the bed shirtless with some yellow basketball shorts on toothpicks for legs but no obvious bulge... as I walked in the buddy said to me "so u the bitch givin up that pussy tonight" and I said "yeah I guess so" and then the older black man introduced me to his buddy s Leon and told me that his name was Vince and I told them my name was Richard. Vince told me they were in town from Bakersfield working on a freeway construction project nearby, but they lived in Bakersfield, I told them I lived in Vegas and was there for the week on business heading back on Friday and they told me they would be there thru Friday morning as well and then heading home. After a little small talk Vince took off his tank top, dropped his boxers and laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head. I took this as my cue and took off my t-shirt and shorts and boxers and Leon dropped his shorts as well.. Vince had a nice looking dick and was already starting to get hard and I walked over and got on his bed on all fours and started to suck his dick, which had just started to grow as I started sucking on it and moments later I felt Leon rubbing my ass and spreading my ass cheeks open and I heard him say "damn, pussy looks good" and Vince responded "this mouth feelin pretty good right now too"... as I was sucking on Vince's dick I could feel it continue to grow bigger and wider and bigger and wider as I sucked it and then I started to feel it form a mean upward curve as it continued to inflate in my mouth and spread my jaw open, his mean upward curve was now very obvious and I had to lean my head forward more to accommodate his fat curved dick as I sucked it, I could hear Leon licking his fingers and rubbing my ass with his other hand and then he started to stick his thin bony middle finger in my ass and twist it around and he said to Vince "damn, pussy feel tite, we gonna have to bust it open" and Vince just responded by saying "u know it". By now I had already figured out that taking Vince in my ass was going to be a challenge because of his wide girth and because of the mean upward curve, I kept sucking on his dick and he was moaning and saying "oh yea baby that’s how daddy like it, lot of tongue and no teeth" and Leon was twisting his finger in and out of my ass while stroking it in and out and then I felt two fingers go in and more twisting and stroking.. I kept sucking Vinces dick and every now and then he'd put his hand on my head to adjust the pace and then let go, Leon pulled his fingers out and stepped off the bed and returned a few seconds later with some kind of lube (later found out it was cocoa butter) and I felt him lubing up my ass and heard him stroking the lube on his dick.. Vince asked him if he was gonna tap that ass and Leon said yes and Vice responded "aiiight, imma kick back and enjoy this head action"... Leon was busy fingering my hole with the lube now and doing a one finger then two finger alternation for a bit before I felt him move up behind me and get ready to stick it in.. remember, I had still not seen his dick and didn't recall seeing a bulge either so I wasn't sure what to expect, I was already surprised by how big and fat Vince's dick was and how curved it was too. I continued to suck Vinces dick and finally started to feel Leon rubbing the head of his dick on and around my hole and from what I could tell at that point it felt like it was probably a little bit bigger than average but nowhere near as fat as Vinces dick.. finally Leon held my ass and started to slide his dick into my ass and I felt my ass open up and confirmed that he was a little bigger than average in width, he played with my ass a bit sticking it in pulling it out sticking it in and pulling it out I think he liked the visual and then finally I felt him stick it in and start pushing it deeper into my ass, he started doing some stoking but just real easy like he was loosening me up and then he started to slide more of his dick into my ass, as my ass started to fill up with his dick I expected to feel his pelvic area hit my ass soon but boy was I wrong about that... he kept sliding dick into my ass deeper and deeper and deeper and there was still more dick to go.. Vince asked him if he was in yet and Leon responded "almost" and slid more dick up my ass and after I could already feel him deep in my guts I finally felt his pelvic area hit my ass cheeks, and then he told Vince 'now I’m in" and Vince asked him how it felt and Leon responded "pussy feel real good, don’t get too many bitches take my whole dick" and Vince responded "I think this bitch fuck some niggas before cuz he workin this dick too good for its size" and Leon responded "for real dude, I’m balls deep in dis bitch and she ain't even squirm"... Vince asked me "you fuck some niggas before" and I moaned "mmmm-hmmm" with his dick in my mouth and he said "yea I thought so", Leon left every inch of his dick balls deep in my ass, just holding my ass deep against his pelvis and told Vince he was gonna enjoy every inch of my pussy for a bit and Vince told him take his time cuz my head game was on spot so I kept sucking Vinces dick while Leon enjoyed every inch of the inside of my ass, doing some grinding but keeping it balls deep inside me. Finally Leon said "ok, time to work this pussy now" and started pulling out and pushing in at an easy pace at first and then slowly picking up the pace, sometimes going only partially back in and sometimes going balls deep, I could tell by now that he was really turned on by the visual of it all by how he was fucking me, by now Vince had both his hands on my head and was pretty much controlling my head movements while I sucked his dick and Leon was stroking in and out of me at a medium pace, hands firm on my ass and occasionally slapping my ass and saying "damn that some good pussy, bitch treat dis dick rite"...Vince asked Leon if he planned to nutt twice and he said 'yeah' and then Vince told him he'd do the same, after a few more minutes of this I heard Leon tell Vince, "ok, imma work it hard now" and Vince responded "aiiight" and then both of them started to get more aggressive with me, Leon was pumping my ass hard and deep, slapping my ass after ever few strokes saying "imma fuck this pussy bitch, how u like dis bitch" and slapping my ass again, Vince had my head in a head lock and was pumping my head up and down on his dick with force saying 'suck that dick bitch, suck that shit good'. As I was getting worked hard at both ends for what seemed like 20 minutes Vince asked Leon "where u at" and Leon responded "I’m close, u wanna nutt" and Vince responded "yea lets nutt this bitch up" and they both got even more aggressive with their fucking and I heard Leon moan out "awww shiiiit, aawww shiiiiit" and then Vince said "fuck, imma nutt" and started to blast his load in my mouth, I felt gobs of cum squirting out of his dick and filling my mouth and he was about four squirts in when I felt Leon grab my ass hard, slam his dick balls deep in my ass and started yelling "oh fuckk" gasping for air and started squirting deep in my ass as he moaned out after every squirt, I felt his hot cum coating the inside of my guts, ever bit of the force of the blast was against the wall of my guts and completely unmistakable, meanwhile Vince continued to squirt gobs of cum filling my mouth so much that I had to swallow before he even finished his nutt. Leon was exhausted, I felt his hot sweaty body lean down on top of my back his arms now by my side holding himself up on the bed and he told Vince "holy shit what a fucking nutt!" and Vince responded "fuck yea it was" and let go of my head... I sucked Vince clean, and Leon leaned back and slowly pulled out and once his head was out I felt him squeeze a little cum from his shaft onto my hole and wipe it around with the head of his dick and then he got up off the bed, so I finally leaned back and off of Vinces dick and both of them were obvious sweaty and spent and Vince looked at me and said "fuck you a good bitch for bein an older bitch" and right away Leon said "fuckin for real bitch, I dont get balls deep with a lot of bitches but fuck that pussy banging" I finally got to take a good look at Leon's dick, he had a hairy bush of black pubic hair, his dick was at least 11 inches, maybe 12, and a little thicker than average with the head like an arrow and two nice sized balls hanging from a sack that was like three to four inches away from his body... Leon went to lie down on his bed and I just kind of stayed there on the bed for a few minutes while they caught their breath and recovered from their orgasm and finally Vince said "damn you a good fuck bitch" and Leon responded "true that" and Vince said we should take a short break before we swap places and I said ok.

Being a SWer is work as you never know what they are really about. You can have a lot of fun or a nightmare

My first post, got so turned on reading the comments here, not very experienced but so turned on by bb and want more. Last load was on the way home from work, I messaged a fuck buddy about how horny I was and needed to fuck. He messaged straight back saying his bf was still at work and to come over quickly, loaded his beautiful hole.

Chris' transformation to a pig was similar to that of Klaus and Ludvig. Both men had willfully succumbed to Helmut's proposal with no resistance. Both were more courageous if anything when considering the actual risk they put themselves in. It was a leap of faith that they had no idea would last more than a decade. It is a fact that they had converted other men, though there had never been any further contact. They had forgotten their mentor's wishes. It was Chris who was their first official initiate. His cock was locked in a steel cage for 4 weeks after that night. Every 2 days, Ludvig dedicated to having his cum only in Chris. By the 3rd week, Chris experienced a fever like no other one Saturday morning. The timing for a celebration couldn't be better. That evening, Ludvig's ad for a cumdump that would take any loads was RSVP'd by around 18 guys in the area. Chris, still in a haze, was chained onto a sling with a gas mask with the same jock. A chain with a padlock was placed around his neck. The key Klaus pulled out from it was used to unlock the chastity device. During the 4 weeks, Chris had been deprived of T by Ludvig to control his consumption in order to build tolerance. The mask, connected to the water pipe Klaus had would feed him at intervals. The first hit Chris had after weeks was cathartic. Previously he couldn't contain his erection within the cage when Ludvig slid himself into him. Now, it didn't matter. He discovered how to use his hole during his time with Ludvig. Klaus gave the first fuck before the men arrived. "It's as if your cunt has been reupholstered" Chris managed to only nod when he heard those words, squinting his eyes in an attempt to make out Klaus' face through the foggy lens. Anything he said was muffled. The closest thing to a safe word he had was an additional handle that was hooked onto the chain of the sling that he could use. Much to the surprise of Ludvig and Klaus, it was never used. It earned him a newfound form of respect from them. That night, Chris took the loads as if it was his sole duty. He was able to move his hips into each men who penetrated him that night. The T was his fuel. He had longed for it every time Ludvig had finished in him during those weeks. At first, Ludvig would tell him that he would get a hit the next time he gets bred yet each time his wish wasn't granted when it was just the two of them. Klaus would at times come up to exhale his smoke onto his body to tease without ever reaching anywhere above his chest. He feared that he would forget the pleasure of T. He held onto the memory of it as much as he could, telling himself that he will earn it. It motivated him to prove himself to them. When the smoke travelling from the tubes to his mask had engulfed him, the familiar feeling that he thought would return was less familiar. It was stronger than before. The boost of dopamine elevated him with his inner desire coming out with no more shame nor worries as before. The fear of the unknown had disappeared. He began to ride the dragon like Ludvig and Klaus did, capable of control. He no longer drooled and became docile to anyone's pleasure like the rag doll he once was. Rather, he participated in surrendering himself. He tirelessly moved his legs and arms, bound to the slings in the effort to follow the pace of getting fucked. The lucky men who got a taste of Chris' cunt were most middle-aged, above average in their looks. Ludvig was selective. Initially, more than 30 guys were interested. Out of 18, around 11 were poz. Out of 11, 3 weren't on meds or never bothered to test. Of course, it was those 3 that stuck with Chris. *1/3 Bear Furry and close to Chris' height and age, the first 'I don't care what my status was' was a bear who fucked like he found the perfect cub. It was this man who Chris modelled himself after when it came to his physique. Pants down and his flannels unbuttoned, he had a strong abdomen under an irresistible beer belly with canon arms that could carry the earth. Chris would feel the tremors coming from each thrust, never letting go of the sling chains to withstand the momentum. A wide smile would appear out of bristling facial hair as he entered himself into Chris. His girth was bigger than the rest, dilating Chris' hole to be called a proper cunt as the bear declared. "This is how your cunt becomes an actual cunt." Waves of cheer swept around the room. Ludvig and Klaus had their own camera on record, turning to different angles to capture the men's enthusiasm for Chris. Klaus replaced the gas mask with a leather one, exposing only the nostrils and mouth. Ludvig fed him water before giving him his first taste of cock. He took it with determination like never before. Every cock he took he had it in fully, ignoring the limits of his gag reflex. Aside from the few twitches, Chris did not flinch. No one was bothered by the time the bear spent on Chris. He was giving them a performance. By the time the bear was about to come, 2 other guys had fed Chris their cum. Klaus wasted no time to taste it from the smooch he and Chris exchanged. He even spit onto his hole for the bear. This sped up the bear to come quicker. He increased his pace and pulled the mask off to look into Chris' eyes. Wide and glossy. His groans and moans were louder for the room to hear. For the crowd, the sight of his face was like a piñata finally cracking open. An suddenly uproar erupted. Impatient with lust, 2 guys approached themselves to line behind the bear. One tried to get ahead and attempted to pull the bear away. Before he could even reach his arm out, the bear came with a loud roar, silencing the room back to its original state. In those moments, Chris felt the warm jets of cum going into him, coating the inner linings of his hole turned cunt. He expected more words from the bear, but the bear was not one to say much. There was friction when the bear pulled himself out of Chris. His cunt couldn't contain the 5th load. It didn't close up like it had. It was turning to a gape. He had to tilt himself above, legs grasping for a higher angle to stop the cum from dripping. Ludvig adjusted the chains on his legs when the bear exited. Chris' legs were now higher than his torso, ass faced upwards. At this level, everyone could see his cumfilled hole wide open. Overflowed at first, the loads got shallower as it went further into Chris' hollow cunt to avoid any more waste. Chris hoped to absorb as much as he can. There was a pause before the next guys turn. The loads were settling itself, brewing deeper into Chris. The next 2 men weren't as memorable as the bear who had undeniably raised the bar. After the 7th guy came, the crowd's excitement started to wane. Chris reverted to being a hole instead of the ambitious cunt he was an hour before. He felt the 2 loads shooting in him, though the guys lacked passion. Base on experience, Ludvig and Klaus expected that there would be a plateau when it came to hosting a cumdump. Even if the bottom was putting their all, the guys can be a wildcard every now and then. Yet they were never pessimistic. The 8th man who came up reignited the ruckus. *2/3 Red Blooded American Rancher A stetson hat covered his face like a dimmed halo. He wore a heavy olive shirt that was tucked into a pair of denim jeans. Further below, polished riding boots with intricate design. The shiny silver buckle of his belt displayed a bald eagle whose foreground was that of the American flag. What stood out when he took his hat off was the horseshoe moustache he spotted under his aquiline nose that made up the long face he owned. Hair parted sideways long enough to reach his ears. He was slender and lean at certain parts, indicating a physically demanding lifestyle. Chris had to do a second take when he felt the hat was put on. It propelled him to behave more seriously and less docile. It was time to wake up. The cowboy spoke in a deep southern drawl that magnetized Chris as well as the crowd, all ears. "Lord have mercy, I'm one lucky fella to find a catch like you this far out. I had a feelin' deep inside me that somethin' good was awaitin' when I saw that pic of yours. I'll be darned..look at that cream ..." He took out his own pipe and lit it right before giving a shotgun. 3-5 hits later and Chris got close to tweaking, more inebriated and prone to the influence that was about to unfold. He took his time kneading Chris' chest, twisting the nipples and sniffing his pits. He noticed how Chris' hole had reverted from the gape to be closed like a navel. Cum continued to ooze out. He inserted his fingers to toy around the cunt, sensing its moist, inner warmth that slushed audibly. Heightened moans escaped Chris who began to push himself forward to the fingers. "Now, now, boy, I reckon it ain't time yet. We still got some work to do 'fore we can satisfy that sweet tooth of yours." The cowboy knew what he was doing. The chains that held Chris' limbs was repositioned once more. His legs spread higher, closer to his arms. He pulled out his own clips to chain his wrists to his ankle, showcasing his ass in a crab tie, still suspended in the air. This new position emphasized his hole to the crowd whose primal urge returned stronger than it was. Everyone was paying their full attention. Fully nude except for the boots, his body contained a tapestry of tattoos that reminded one of an outlaw in the old west. From the still life saloon etched on his back, or the skulls and bones right by his shoulder, there was a story being told of a man who spent a great deal in the dessert. Chris could only focus on his chest depicting cobras swirling in knots on each pec, leading to both its heads biting onto each side of the centred biohazard logo. On closer look, the fangs were visible with drops of venom dripping at the circumference of the logo. "Don't just look deep into those serpent's eyes, darlin'. Let 'em draw you in" Chris was captivated. It's as if his chest animated to compel him. Little did he know that the cowboy had fed him some shards before. The cum in him had suppressed any sensation he would've felt. The booty bump was potent. He no longer felt the tension coming from his wrist being tied to his ankles. His cunt was on fire, desperate to be filled by anyone or anything. Whatever the cowboy wished became his command. It didn't take long for the cowboy to insert himself into Chris. At 8 inches erected, the cowboy revealed his third cobra whose venom materialized to one that was ready to release positively charge loads. He slipped into Chris effortlessly thanks to his position. His thrusts were quiet and consistent, breathing contained from both ends. They were in a trance with the way he rocked himself into Chris, who could only feel the hands cradling his back for balance. The cowboy never failed to lock his gaze with Chris who at times couldn't help himself from appreciating the view of the cobras encircling the logo. Some of the men from the crowd began to jerk off, approaching Chris to swallow their loads. The hat blocked his sight. He couldn't keep track who was who. "Don't worry bitch, this isn't the only load I've for you". "Know what my VL is? 700k and this is the first one" "If I knew a cunt like yours was gonna take poz loads you bet I'll stop the meds" After what must've been close to an hour, the cowboy came closer to Chris after a 5th man dropped his load. Mouth coated in cum, the cowboy licked them clean to properly talk to him. "Now, listen close, I could drop another load in you, or I could share some of the prize with the other fine fellas here. How bout that? Wanna let another bull ride ye?" He couldn't process it. He was lost in his goon, failing to realize the cowboy had came. Disappointed, momentarily at how he didn't contribute his attention to it but enlightened when he understood it wasn't about him at all. He had already surrendered himself to be a cunt after his limbs glued. He sealed his deal hours ago. "Another l-l-load, then, then then someone else. How-how... many loads,, you came?" His speech was incoherent. "Oh bout 5 times, that cunt's fuller than ever. Think a final 6th load will do the trick, you can bet on that" The cowboy thrust quicker before freezing in climax. The palpitations coming from his chest, in combination with his exhalations and contractions came made it harder for Chris to not see the cobras moving, spiralling into the biohazard. They were both in sync, with no awareness of who was around them. The cowboy took a while to gather himself from Chris, giving his gratitude in whispers that he cherished. "Thank you so much for giving yourself, it's been too long since the fangs came out" *3/3 Alt Pusher The atmosphere remained unchanged after the cowboy. Everyone's patience was running thin. The next few guys who bred Chris did so with great vigour, encouraging each other to use the bitch he was, the hole he is, the cunt he has been. The degradation he experienced empowered him to reach self-realization. Klaus caught Chris telling the camera how his metamorphosis was almost finished, how it was beyond his expectations most importantly, how it was fate for him to be where he was. It was more coherent, lucid if anything. Klaus and Ludvig both exchanged a look of accomplishment. The 12th guy was the duo's supplier. He couldn't resist giving them good deal if he had a chance with Chris. At about 6'0, the pusher was thin, tall and quite lanky. He had long black hair he would tie in a pony tail. On his right eyebrow, 2 stud piercing. The only tattoo he had was a scorpion that was close to his thigh. Chris' ascend into tweak valley made the rest of the night difficult to recall. Everything that happened he visually remembered, though when assessing it in detail, he couldn't produce the words. What mattered was that he was not unconscious. The pusher could tell something was up with him. He fed Chris' hole with a cocktail of specialties that convulsed him into a rush within minutes. His high restarted. He was fully aware. The pusher, amused from this made himself comfortable to this vulnerable state. He was rougher than the rest. He would pull Chris by the chain while he fucked him. He relentlessly insulted Chris, referring him as a tweaked out bitch boy who sells his cunt for smack. As he came into Chris, he praised how free he was from being poz and how grateful Chris should be. He had never checked his levels nor did he care. Everyone in the room knew he was shedding.

DoxyPEP is the new black! 67% reduction in infection rates. [think before following links] https://www.nih.gov/news-events/news-releases/nih-funded-study-finds-doxycycline-reduces-sexually-transmitted-infections-two-thirds

alllll the time. I just collect em, get em mostly cleaned out, then get reloaded so I usually wait until I have several. honestly if you factor in the time it takes to fully clear the system I’m not sure I’m ever fully clean. most of us anon cumdumps and whored out fucktoys take way too many loads from way too many sex pigs not to get regular doses accidentally and some of us give them to us on purpose. its just another day in the office. lol

Feeling very pleased with myself for having achieved my first load of the summer (the last load proper was all the way back in October last year!). Having come off the bench and attended not one but two Recon-sponsored events in London last week (lots of fun darkroom action but no actual loads, just yet) I decided to explore this whole “sex on the premises” concept in a bit more detail and head down to Vault139 in central London. I popped in at 6pm, just before nude night started at 7, all PrEPped, douched and cialis/imodium-d up (“be prepared” as recommended by the Boy Scouts), stripped down to my new gray “pig” jockstrap, cinched my cock ring tight, grabbed my poppers bottle, stuffed my credit card down my sock, and handed in all my effects to be stored in a box behind the counter. Then I went for a quick recce (my first time). No sooner had my eyes adjusted to the darkness than I saw my quarry for the evening - thickset, masculine, balding, tattooed (swoon), wearing a wifebeater, a metal chain around his neck (yes please) and a jockstrap, sitting on the bench massaging a cock that was juicy, pulsing, thick, dripping and meaty in a way that got my cock leaking in sympathy. So, dear reader, I sat down next to him, we both huffed on our respective bottles of poppers, exchanged glances that turned into meaningful stares, squeezing and stroking ourselves slowly but surely towards a peak. Sensing that it was time to take the initiative, I knelt in front of him, keeping my eyes locked on his, we both huffed on our poppers in unison, and I slowly bent down towards his shiny leaking cock head as he squeezed it and offered it up to me, and (as slowly and delicately as I could) took just his cock lips between my lips. Receiving the all clear, as it were, I slowly moved forward until my lips had engulfed his pulsing knob head, at which point I was rewarded with a forced dose of his poppers - a different vibe to mine but no less effective. This was an immensely satisfying cock - thick enough to stretch my lips wide, and long enough to make me fight my gag reflex, but not too much to master after a few slow tries. I closed my eyes and shut out the entire rest of the universe in order to concentrate purely on communicating with this perfect COCK as we found a slow, sensual rhythm, down to the root each time and then out until my lips touched only the tip, the perfect balance between active cock worship, and being used like the receptacle I am. The tempo never changed - we just settled into this slow, methodical, leisurely deep throating. I’m sure we had an audience but nothing else mattered - I was totally lost in this mystical experience. It seemed to go on forever (in actual fact about 15 minutes) but gradually I became aware of his moans of “fuck” and “oh yeah” and then suddenly he gripped my head, pushed my right down, and flooded my mouth and throat. And that was it, other than him patting my head as he got up to leave, we smiled at each other and I quipped “see you next week”. In actual fact I’ll be there tomorrow and I hope he will too.

I'd say I catch them at least 2-3 times a year. It's the price we pay for being depraved sex addicts. Get treated, take a break, and move on. It's all part of the thrill!

So it’s been a while since my London escapades, and I’ve feeling frisky. Trouble is I’ve had no chance to get away from work or home. That changed about 2 hours ago. All of my afternoon meetings suddenly got cancelled, so I messaged my friend near the main station here in Zürich if they had time. Bingo, they’re free, but only for a couple of hours. More than enough time to get a nice load. I had a really fast clean out and high tailed it to my friends house, remembering to grab a fresh bottle of poppers on the way. He opened the door naked, sporting a nice erection (about 8.5 inches). As soon as the door was closed he bent me over to start sucking his cock. It’s long and very thick, and I’m having issues getting far down on it. Still, I must have done the trick as he’s even harder now, so into the bedroom we go. He gets onto his back, and after I hurriedly disrobe I crawled between his legs and stared gobbling as much as I can. The pre-cum has started, so I looked him in the eyes and pushed my tongue into the base of his cock, and ran up the full length of it, pushing out a load of the clear goodness which I licked off the top. That pushed him into fuck mode and he got up and made me get on all fours. He started eating my hole like a man possessed, also pushing his fingers inside me. I was moaning as I took a small hit of poppers and just rode the wave of pleasure. 10, 15 minutes later (I have no idea how long it actually was) he straightened up, and gently started using his fat dick to toy with my hole. Then I felt the drip of cold lube and I braced myself for the discomfort of him ramming himself home. Surprisingly, he actually went in quite slowly and gently, letting me get used to his size. As he was slowly pumping in and out, he asked me if I’d been craving his dick and a good fuck (he can be quite brutal). I told him that it was more than a craving, I needed it. He instructed me to take two big hits of poppers on each nostril, and as soon as I put the cap back on, he started pounding me hard. This wasn’t tender, gentle fucking, this was raw lust. The wave of poppers hit me at the same time and I just put my head down, moaning like a bitch. After what seemed like an eternity, he flipped me over onto my back, lifted my legs up and rammed himself home. He’s beginning to drop sweat on to me from the exertion, and although limp from the poppers, my cock is also leaving pre-cum onto the both of us. 15 minutes later, I’m back on my knees and he’s still pounding like a man possessed. Then I feel the pounding getting harder and his breathing getting shallow. Suddenly with a roar he erupts deep inside me, before collapsing on top of me, his cock still inside. We both catch our breath. My arse is buzzing with pleasure. I said to him “I needed that” and he just said “here’s something else you need”. I knew what was coming, and I hoped I could hold it all, but before I could say anything I started to feel his hot piss pouring into me. Honestly, this is how I wish getting cum in me felt. The warmth spreading inside of me was awesome. Thankfully his bladder wasn’t too full, but I had an issue convincing my battered sphincter to hold it all in. This is the second time this guy has done this to me, and it’s just magical. He pulled out and I spun around to clean his cock off (and managed to keep his piss inside). Then I had a quick shower and now I’m on my way to meet a (straight) friend for a drink. I think afterwards I’ll message my friend when I’m on the way home 🙂. Maybe round 2 will be a thing…..

On average a couple of times a year. I am trying to get more regulars so I can control that better. As a total bottom you are a human waste can for men to put their tainted seed into. It’s unavoidable. I have been hiv positive since I was 19. I got my second sti the same year. And every year since. Sometimes three times a year. Unfortunately I can’t prevent them. Just take care of them and move on.

Most STDs are treatable. There's not much out there you can't bounce back from. Just focus on taking as many loads possible!

My regular fuck boy, Drew is away for a few days - he’s being fucked by a Berlin leather daddy. I was real horny last night and I wasn’t up for jerkin off again - I needed to breed. I texted a buddy of Drew’s Ryan. He’s a cute lad and I’ve had a 3some with him and Drew in the past he and Drew have fucked regularly but he’s only ever sucked my cock. So I sent him a pic of my hard cock dripping precum and said Drew's away and I needed to fuck and seed his ass so how about it. He said yes and came over an hour later. I was already naked when he got here so I undressed him and took him to my bed. Ryan’s got a beaut firm ass so I put him on his belly and opened his legs. I buried my face in his crack and forced my tongue deep in his hole. Man he smelled great and tasted better. I ate his ass and lounged his hole - had him moaning and writhing under me. I couldn’t wait so I mounted him and slowly went balls deep up his chute. I fukkin grunted - his hole felt awesome gripping my cock. I said “you understand Ryan, I’m in you bareback and I intend to shoot my load in you” He whispered “yeah” With that I started fucking him and within 10 minutes I was pumping a big load of sperm deep in his hole. After I shot my load he came over my chest and laid on top of me.I asked him to stay the night and he did. I sucked him off in the morning - nice load. Yeah I texted Drew to tell him what I did with his buddy.

Turn me into this girl!!!

There is a risk when BB, just get tested regularly, and keep up the good work of satisfying men. It's always good to hear a guy grunting when he cums inside you, it always get me more horny when man thrusts hard as he cums with grunt.

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

Hi all. Hope you enjoy this - like everything it's based somewhat on some experiences I've had. Alright lads? My name's Stuart. I'm from Skye originally but moved to Glasgow like most of my mates, cause there's fuck-all to do in Skye and even less to shag. A few years back I was back visiting and I bumped into the mother of an old school friend of mine Bill. When she heard I was moving house, she was delighted and asked if I would stay with Bill for a while. She was worried about Bill's choice of friends and it was a fair request. Bill had hit weed pretty strong in college and had dropped out of a computer science course for part-time jobs as a lighting rigger for shows in the city, full-time job as a stoner. Bill lived in a slightly run-down part of Glasgow, in a beautiful old redbrick house with Georgian windows and crappy insulation - I'd been over there once or twice for some great nights smoking my brains out with my straight mate. His mum was right though, his current crowd was full of right dobbers and pissheads! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed a toke or two. At this stage I hadn't tried much else - a bump of speed once and a few pills if I could get them. However, unlike Bill I didn't arrange my life around drugs. I kept myself fit by joining a canoeing team in college and did some climbing too. At this point just after my Masters, I was 24, dirty blond, pale-as-fuck skin (thank you Scottish weather), lean with defined muscles and if I tensed-up enough, I had a six-pack. After I got the call from his mum, I called Bill to ask him how he was and if he knew of any rooms in his area. "Aye lad, yeah sorry I forgot to mention it, there's the room going here" he drawled, "but you'll have to be ok'd by the landlords first, but you'll have no bother with them" he continued with a bit of a leery tone. I replied "what do you mean?" I could hear him stop for a toke, hold it, release, and then continued, "they're poofs like you man, you can probably talk to them about fuckin' flower arrangin' or some shite" I laughed "haha, fuck you, ya wee gob, I still remember your stamp collection phase". He spluttered with that comment "not a word of that now, if we're to be housemates, no leaking of any dirty secrets!" I chuckled, "well put in a good word for me and I'll see about "forgetting" certain key facts about Scotland's 1998 philatelist-to-watch award winner". After a few more friendly jibes, Bill told me he'd call them and get them to give me a text with an appointment in the next few days. The following Saturday I got a text "Hi this is Davie, Bill's landlord, Would you able to pop by at 7 tonight?" I groaned a little cause it was midday and as I had just arranged a shag with this fit guy I met through a fuck-buddy of mine - Pedro. At least I was told he was fit. My fuck buddy Andrew being a total slut that he was, had to cancel a shag last minute, and suggested to Pedro that he could get him a replacement. When I got the text that morning I chuckled. Only Andrew would be considerate enough to think of my hole, I thought - although granted, Pedro sounded pretty fit - 36, Spanish, good body, a bit sleazy, 9" cock with a slight curve, top. Ok maybe it was the last part I was happiest with. A drag queen from the local shows used to say "Glasgow is like American Apparel - you can never find a decent top!" And I was due to meet this top at 4pm about a ten-minute walk from Bill's house. "Fuck it" I thought, "I am not turning down some prime Spanish meat for this meeting, I'll get fucked by him and then meet Davie, and then afterward I'll go back for more!" My contact from Pedro had been minimal, I was interested what he meant by sleazy. I just got a message from a blurry torso with rose tattoo on the left pec on Grindr saying "I hear Andrew's recommended you as an animal in the sack, looking forward to later" and an address. At 3.50pm, I got to the apartment at that address and got buzzed in - from the stairwell I saw his door was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me and heard a voice "In here Stuart!". I followed the voice to a bedroom and opening the door I saw Pedro, naked, kneeling on the bed facing me, with one hand smoking a joint and with the other stroking his beautiful cock. He had deep golden skin, a shaved head and a fit body with some tattoos. There was the rose on his left pec and more colourful tats on both arms and legs. If this was the United States I'd bet people would be be checking their wallets, but here in grey, dull Glasgow he was exotic. He smiled at me, "hey chico, wanna suck on this". I took my bag and jacket off and walked over to him, "hi Pedro", I said "your pictures don't do you justice". He smiled, took a drag and then pulled me by my shirt-front and kissed me, giving me a blowback from the joint as he did. "It's all yours boy, enjoy the ride" and pulled me down to his cock. Pedro's cock was darker the rest of him and his black pubes were kept trim but were still a bit curly. Kneeling in front of the bed I held his growing cock and started to rhythmically stroke it to full hardness while I got my shirt off with the other hand. I licked the velvety skin of the shaft and took his cock head in my mouth. I only started with the first third of his cock and my mouth felt almost full. His cock was thick, a bit salty and juicy, with a long foreskin I played with a little as I pulled him into a better position. As I started to tug at my jeans Pedro said "Don't be in a hurry boy", and started rubbing my face against his cock, "now show me those cock-sucking skills I've heard about". His cock was getting longer and harder in my hand and mouth, sticking out with a curve to the right. I smelled his clean but strong scent -I fucking love a good sweaty guy! I started to move my head down him. As we got into it, I made my signature move - when you put the tip of your tongue up to the roof of your mouth (like when you say the letter L) and hold it firm while the cock moves back up to push past it in your mouth. Then as it breaks past the tongue, the tongue is quickly slid underneath the shaft - rinse and repeat. Pedro was loving it "Aw yeah chico, do more of that!" I gripped his brown ass and licked a finger to rub his hole, but Pedro said "no dude, I ain't gay for that kinda shit". "Oh great" I thought, "another closet case", but the dick was right - it just fit beautifully in my mouth, soft and firm, pumping in and out. My mouth, his dick - they were like custom designed for each other. I got into a rhythm with Pedro, with him moving his hips as his cock-head increased pace and started pummelling the back of my throat. I took ages slurping and sucking his cock, occasionally licking his taint and balls - this Spaniard was loving the attention, but wouldn't let me rim him. I'd take little breaks to swallow all the extra spit that had built up and one of these Pedro passed me the spliff again. "Up on the bed chico" he said, and started to help me out of my trousers. At this stage the effect of the joint was making me more relaxed and sensual. I shucked off my trousers and shoes and grabbed Pedro and kissed him passionately, tongues battling it out and invading eachother's mouths. "Thank fuck he's got no hang-ups about kissing" I thought to myself, and revised my notions about him being an "MSM" (straight men who lie to themselves that shagging men doesn't make them gay or bi) and thought he was just a top who knew what he wants. Much better. I tasted something acrid in his mouth, and pulled off him to say "what have you been drinking? Window cleaner?" He smirked at me, "close", he said, "you had G before?" I'd heard of G but never tried it. I knew it was easy to overdose on it so I shook my head, "maybe later" I replied. He kissed me down my chest, stopped at my briefs to pull out my semi-hard cock and gave me a few cursory welcoming licks, but as a consumate bottom I knew what he was looking for and twisted myself round to put my ass on display. My ass is pretty fucking beautiful if I do say so myself. All my climbing work has given me a firm white ass with a bright pink pucker I keep shaved. As he inched my underwear off and I spread my cheeks I heard an intake of breath "Dios mio, what a fucking culo" I turned my head to see Pedro taking in my "rear-view". He dove in to my ass with his mouth. Lappping and sucking. He did stuff to me that I can't quite describe and I wish I'd asked him later so I could improve my own technique - but fuck yeah he was good. He used his tongue in a way it felt like his tongue was fucking me but also knew just the right amount of finger to mix in with the rimming. "Mmm, oh chico, this ass is art! You should become an ass-fucking-model. He made those photographer "frames" with his thumbs and index fingers jokingly and then said "this china-white ass deserves a photo!" I quipped "as long as my face isn't in it, I'm game". Pedro looked at me with a devilish smirk, cock at full attention, while rummaging around his room for a camera, "what else are you game for, china-white chico?" Now I'm not naive by a long shot, and I know that in Scotland and the rest of the UK at least "China-white" used to be a term for cocaine, there was a club in London named it as well, so when Pedro pulls out a giant bag of white powder with his camera and places it on the tablestand, I try to just wryly raise an eyebrow - who knows maybe I came across suave and worldly, maybe I looked like I had a facial-tick. I was pretty stoned by then and so was Pedro. This was a huge bag of coke - we're talking at least 500 grammes - like the stuff you see on television, not in a two-bed apartment in Glasgow. I half-expected some officer to magically appear with a knife to cut the bag and rub some on their teeth. "That's a lot of coke Pedro" I said, as levelly as possible. "No shit chico, and I want to snort some china-white off that china-white as of yours" he said with a gleam in his eye. It was about then that I realised his pupils were fully dilated. I laughed "you've been sampling this a bit already, haven't you?". He just laughed too, and brought out a tray and poured out a bit and started crushing it and making it into lines with a credit card. As he took out a plastic straw and cut two short lengths, I knew then I was going to be snorting coke for the first time. He looked up at me and said, "you game China-white?" There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at 7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard.

It can be hot and sensual initially and as part of being eaten out, but my hole can definitely do more when it’s lubed up with one of the commercial lubes.

hmmm nice. I would like to found man like this. But I will prefer if they eat my ball in front of me and not share it. Just to show me it's was taking away my man hood

I got the same answer from my proctologist.

Years ago I had a relationship with a very dominant man. He wanted to own me. One of his terms was to submit to a trial period 1 year when he would remove one of my balls, cook it and share it. If we were still together after another year, he would take the other one and share that as well to seal my being owned. He was an EMT and therefore was medically trained. He had done this with another slave as well. (He had me admire his handiwork). He didn't want me to be effeminant, just absolutely and irrevocably owned. " A perfect fuck hole" as he described it. He would also control the hormones to keep me furry. I wasn't ready for it at that time, but I am now. Have no idea where he is now unfortunately.

Since weed has become legalized and popular, I often run into guys smoking in parking lots or on the street. Usually I wait until I'm walking by them and then I say "smells good".. some of them will respond and ask me if I'd like some and then I respond "man, I'd love to, but weed always makes me so horny". Some turn and walk away but most will respond "nothing wrong with that" and if they do then I'll stop and have a couple of hits with them. If all goes as planned, they either tell me it makes them horny too or they ask me what I do after it gets me horny. Depending on how I sense the conversation is going and how they might react, I often respond that I start craving dick or I just tell them that it makes me want to suck and ride some dick. I've had pretty good luck with this and end up getting my face fucked at the very least or getting their number to arrange a hookup at some other time.

My "prep" usually begins the day before. I start with a smoothie (berries, sweet potatoes, yogurt, chia seeds, etc.). Chia seeds are especially helpful because they swell and help collect stool. But basically you want to get as much natural fiber as possible. Plus the natural sugars from the fruits help with energy. For my meals I stick to fish, veggies, rice etc. Maybe one more smoothie at night if I'm being glutinous. The morning-of, I'll have one last smoothie and maybe a pb&j or something light. I do want to stress that 9/10 you DON'T need supplements if you are conscious about what you're eating and how your body responds to certain foods. You can't eat a burger and then take Pure or Metamucil and expect magic. Okay back to the plot. I give my body about 4-6 hours to do it's thing and then I prep. I rarely feel like I don't have enough energy but if I need a quick boost, then usually nuts or peanut butter are my go to. Hope this helps someone 🙂

Condoms appearing in Bareback videos...WTF

Nothing like 2 bbc destroying a bottom and encouraging each other. Love the special attention.

Chapter 14 A few weeks later Jake wakes up and feels achey with a sore throat. He tries to push through. He eats some breakfast and gets ready to head to the gym but never makes it there. He grows increasingly weak. He lays down on the couch and falls asleep for hours. When he awakes his dad still isn’t around so he texts him. Jake: Hey Dad where are you? I woke up feeling horrible. Can you pick up some food on your way home? Jason: Really? Of course, I’ll get you whatever you need. What are your symptoms? Jake: Fever, body aches, sore throat Jason: Classic symptoms! You must be serocoverting. I’m gonna run to the store quick and I’ll be home shortly. As he waits his dad, Jake remembers back about a year ago when his dad was horribly sick and he helped nurse him back to health. That must have been when Dad converted he thinks to himself. His father returns with food and other provisions to help alleviate his symptoms. Jason greets his son on the couch and embraces him, kissing him on the neck. Jake immediately notices the huge bulge in his dad’s pants. The dickprint framed by a wet spot at the head of his cock. His dad is clearly excited about Jack’s illness. Jake sighs, “Dad I’d love to help you out with that but I can’t even bring myself to get up off the couch to get a glass of water. “Don’t worry son. I’ll take care of everything. I’ve got some soup for you and I’ll make sure you get plenty of fluids.” Jason states. He kisses his son on the forehead and lays him back down. He adjusts himself and goes prepares lunch for his son. Jason and Jake spend the day watching movies on the couch. Jake’s falls in and out of sleep. The idea of his son serocoverting has Jason hornier than ever and his dick simply will not go down. He fights the urge to fill his son as he lays next to him incredibly weak. As he gets his son ready for bed, Jake asks for a glass of milk. Jason seizes this opportunity and jerks his dick until he shoots a massive load in the glass. He then fills the the glass the rest of the way with milk and serves it to his son. Jake gulps it down, licks his lips and rests his head on the pillow. “That’s my boy”, Jason says and kisses his son on the forehead. Seeing Jake guzzle down his toxic cum has Jason rock hard again. As his son sleeps through the night, he sneaks over to Tyler’s house and tells him the good news. The two beefy men take turns fucking each other and swapping loads as they wait in eager anticipation of Jake’s full conversion.

He's handsome and takes big dick like a champ. [think before following links] https://twitter.com/reyericc/status/1679677753690398722

Thanks for not forgetting us, this is such a hot story. Again thanks

Just now. Guy of Sniffies hit me up saying he has a load for me, so who am I to say no? Claimed to be Chubby, 8", 220, black ... more like fat, 280 6" (but stll black). Oh well, I was face down, ass up like a good cum dump should be when he came in, but he moved me around until I was ass up on the couch.. Where he proceeded to really fuck me. He pounded me for a while then he made me beg for his cum, so I did and was promptly rewarded with his load in my ass. I sent him a text on Sniffies to say thank you, and he said he needed some more of 'that ass' so I told him it was where he left it. About 15 minutes later he texts 'OMW, Be on the couch'. OK... so I wait around and when he drives up I assume my position on the couch... He starts fucking and pumps in load #2. Takes a 5 minute break, then pumps in load #3 I can feel the cum running out of me... Takes another 5 minute break and starts fucking me when my phone rings... he told me to answer it while he was fucking my ass... luckily it was a cold call so no idea who was who on either side... then he gives me load #4. He asks for a glass of water, then sets up his phone for a facetime chat, and as soon as the other end answers he mounts up and starts a conversation about what a cum dump I am and how much he enjoys fucking my fat white ass, and then hos friend is telling him to fuck me harder and give me another load... so them I got load #5. Honestly, nothing like this has ever happened to me, so I am happy that I was able to give him that much enjoyment, all the while getting my ass plowed, which felt sooo good. He took a shower then headed out after which I sat no the couch and marveled in the fuck I just received while the cum oozed out of my well used pussy.

Oh damn, that last chapter has got me horned up so bad and craving for more

Hi how's things going any more parts to this or what about your new story?

Would love to join you in your LA public cruising. You like watching more and I like being watched more, so it’s perfect.

i have often thought about being castrated. i would also want my scrotum removed and be completely smooth. As for my testicles...cook them up and feed them to me, please!!?? Anyone know a "castration specialist"??

HIPAA ONLY applies to doctors giving away your medical information without your consent or a subpeona. You can ask anyone any medical question at all. And they can choose to answer them or not. That's freedom of speech. HIPAA in no way, shape, or form has ever stopped anyone from asking anyone else their health status. Or ask you about another's health status. It just can't be given away by medical professionals and institutions without consent.

I had just come out of my bedroom, where Judith was lying, filled with my toxic cum in all of her holes, a syringe sticking out of her arm. She was asleep now. Maria barged into my apartment without warning. She had a serious look on her face, and I could tell she was up to something. "Jack, I need your help," she said, taking a seat on the couch without waiting for an invitation. "What do you need help with?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. But I already knew what was up. The next sinner, her next project. "It's about a girl from our church," Maria said, her eyes narrowing as she spoke. "She's been stealing money from her parents and lying to them about it. She needs to see the errors of her ways, she needs some form of godly intervention." "And you want me to do it?" I asked. "Yes, I do," Maria said firmly. "You're good at that. You got the gift of god to so many people already. You can give it ti her, too." "Okay," I said slowly, trying to hide my excitement, "When do you want to set up the meeting?" "Tomorrow evening, I will being her to my place, you will come over" Maria said, a sly smile creeping onto her lips. "And I'll be there with you, of course." "Sounds good," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'll be there tomorrow evening." The next evening, I made my way to Maria's house. When I arrived, Maria greeted me with a smile and led me to the living room where the girl was sitting. The girl was small and delicate looking with long black hair and big brown eyes, probably from the Filipines or Thailand. She was dressed modestly, with a simple dress and a cardigan. She looked nervous and fidgety, her eyes darting around the room. "Jack, this is Ria," Maria said, introducing me to the girl. "She's the one we talked about yesterday." "It's nice to meet you, Ria," I said, smiling warmly at her. "Maria has told me a lot about you." Ria looked up at me, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh, she has?" Maria handed me a glass of red wine and poured one for herself and Ria. I took a sip, feeling the warm liquid flow down my throat. "So, Ria," I said, setting the glass down on the table. "Can you tell me about what's been going on with you and your parents?" Ria hesitated, her eyes flicking towards Maria before she spoke. "I...I've been taking money from them. I know it's wrong, but I just...I don't know what to do." "Well, that's why we're here," Maria said, taking a sip of her wine. "Jack is going to help you see the errors of your ways and find a way to make things right." I noticed Maria was pouring more wine into Ria's glass, and I just listened as Ria opened up more about her struggles with her parents and her guilt about stealing from them. As the conversation went on, I noticed Ria's speech starting to slur a little and her movements becoming more unsteady. I realized that Maria was giving her more and more wine, and she was getting drunk. Then, Maria pulled out a small pill from her pocket and offered it to Ria, saying it would help her calm down even more. Ria hesitated at first, but after Maria assured her it was just a natural supplement, she eventually took it. I watched as Ria's eyes began to droop and she slumped back into the couch. Maria just smiled at me and took Ria's glass from her hand. After Maria had drugged Ria, she turned to me with a sly smile. "Now we can really get to work," she said, pouring more wine for both of us. I took a sip of the wine, feeling the warm buzz spread through my body. But I had to say it ... "Maria, she is unconscious. We can't proceed. We can't force her ..." Maria interrupted me. "We can and we will. Or I will call the police telling them how you raped me and my mother, how you spread willingly HIV to more Women you seduced. You are a monster, like I am, too. You and I are the Monsters god needs to proceed with this work of punishment. We will continue, do you understand?" I gulped. I had no choice. Maria went to Ria and started to undress her. Ria lay there unresistingly, staring vacantly into space. Maria removed her clothes, revealing Ria's tiny frame and tiny round breasts. Her face, if not pretty, was definitely lovely, her skin smooth and flawless. Maria moved her hands over Ria's body and fondled her full breast gently, pulling on her nipple, making Ria gasp softly. Then, she slipped her finger inside her pussy, causing Ria to gasp loudly, tears forming in her eyes. "What...what are you doing?" Ria mumbled in her drunken ddtate. "The time has come," Maria hissed. "The sins have to be paid for." Maria pulled me over and pulled down my pants. My 8 inch Cock was already rock hard. With a wicked smile, she gripped my dick tightly and squeezed until it sprang out. Then, she guided it between Ria's parted thighs. Ria moaned, but did nothing else. Maria wrapped her arms around Ria's neck and whispered into her ear. "Don't worry, Jack is taking care of everything now. It's okay, you feel safe with him, don't you? Don't you trust him?" Ria nodded her head weakly, her eyes flickering open and shut. "And he loves you so much. He will never hurt you, I promise." I pushed my cock into Ria, causing her to cry out in pain. She was tight and dry. But I pushed deeper, against the resistance. I felt something rip and it went easier. I looked down. Blood was flowing out of her pussy, onto my big cock, that looked even bigger in her tiny hole. Ria was crying, her face full of pain. But she didn't move or speak. Maria stood up, guiding me forward, holding Ria's legs apart. I kept pushing, forcing my thick, long cock deep inside Ria's not so virgin anymore pussy. I could feel the walls clench around my big cock. The tears streamed down Ria's cheeks. I had expected her to scream and fight, to try to escape. She didn't. Instead, her mouth hung open, eyes fixed on the ceiling. I could hear her whimpering. And then I heard her moan. A low moan, muffled by the sound of my huge cock penetrating her. I pumped harder, watching the blood trickle down her legs. Maria pressed her lips to Ria's cheek. Ria's cries became louder and more high pitched, echoing throughout the room. I could feel the tightness around my cock increasing. Suddenly, Ria's whole body shook violently, twitching spasmodically as an orgasm overtook her. I was pumping furiously. She screamed out loud. Her whole body arched. I couldn't stop myself from grunting. I let go. I shot load after load of my toxic cum inside her insides. I collapsed on top of her. Ria stopped moving. I rolled off her, falling next to her, panting heavily. I looked down. Ria's wet pussy glistened from the dripping flow of blood and cum leaking out of her hole. The smell of sex and alcohol filled the air. Maria took a photo of ria, then she came closer and sat on Ria's lap, stroking her hair. Ria gazed upwards, dazed. I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. "You were magnificent," Maria whispered into Ria's ear. "I never thought you would take it all like this. You must love it, what we do." Ria trembled slightly. Tears rolled down her face. "Yes," she breathed. "It feels wonderful. It hurts so good." Maria kissed her on the lips. "But there is still more work to do," she murmured, smiling wickedly. "First, you need to turn around." Maria moved Ria on her belly. Her Ass up in the air. "Jack, pound her asshole. Make sure she is converted. Make sure she is really one of us." I gasped. I just came. I felt the alcohol in my veins. "I don't know If I can keep it up like this. I already fucked your kom this morning." Maria looked at me, then she smiled. "We will get you up, no worries." She leaned over to me, taking my cock, that was covered in blood and semen in her mouth. Then she began sucking. She gave me head for a while. My cock got a little harder but it wasn't rock hard yet. Age, alcohol, coming three times a day ... it all took a toll. But then, Maria pushed a finger up my butt. She did it fast and without any lube. It hurt a little, but after some seconds, it felt good. She fingered my butthole, stretching my aus. Then, I felt another finger poking my prostate. A shock wave went through my whole body. I gasped loudly. After some minutes, my asshole relaxed and opened a bit more. I moaned and let out a soft groan. Maria continued to finger fuck me, driving me wild with lust. She put two fingers up my ass and shoved them deeply inside me. That felt amazing. She started fucking me roughly. She loved this kind of stuff. Then another finger. Three fingers, working my butthole and stuffing it with meat. Soon, four fingers, five fingers. I was being fisted wildly by Maria, sucking on my cock. That was now rock-hard. "I think you are ready now", she said, pulling her fist out of my ass. With my rock hard cock I moved to Ria and just pushed it in her asshole. I rammed it in. She screamed in pain, trying to push me away. I shoved her back again. I saw a drop of blood oozing from the butthole. I kept shoving. A lot of blood. At first, she resisted, pushing back. I realized how tight it was, getting more used to my cock sliding in and out. She pushed back again and again, her screams loud, words unintelligible. Finally, I reached the bottom. When I was fully in her ass, she stopped resisting. I could feel her anus clamp down tightly around my cock. Slowly, gently, I started to move forward and back, rhythmically, repeating this motion until I was totally buried inside her. Now it was easy, effortless, the feeling of power absolute. Maria took that moment and pushed her fist back into my ass. I gasped and my cock got bigger and bigger inside Ria's asshole. And bigger. The pleasure, the heat. All the pleasure I had ever imagined mixed together in one gigantic mass. It spread outwards, to every inch of my flesh, warming me up, intensifying the pleasure in a dizzying and dazzling way. And when I climaxed, shooting long ropes of toxic cum deep inside her bowels, it was much more intense than ever before. There were no words to describe it. Just blissful sensations, not even the human mind could handle it all. My cock exploded. Ria was shouting and crying. Blood flowed out of her butthole and a small trickle leaked out of the tip of my cock. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted. Maria pulled her fist out of my ass. I felt now empty, so empty. We both panted and groaned for a while. "Wow", I heard Maria say finally. "That was beautiful." She stood up and came closer to me. She leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. Then she walked over to Ria. Ria lay still, eyes closed, breathing heavily. "She likes it." Maria said quietly. I nodded. She grabbed Ria's shoulders and turned her onto her back. Ria opened her eyes slowly. Maria took out a small box and opened it. It had a syringe inside, with a needle. It looked used, but was full if a clear brown liquid. I moved aside and watched, as she put the syringe on Ria's vagina. She easily found a vein on the skinny body and pushed the needle in. She injected all the liquid. Ria moaned and closed her eyes. Her body started to shake. It seemed she had a seizure or something. Maria put her hand on Ria's heart, the heartbeat slowed down. Ria relaxed a bit, her trembling subsided. "There", Maria said. "You feel better now?" Ria nodded, her eyes glassy and full of bliss. Maria stood up and went and opened a door. "You can take her away now." Three guys I recognised from church came in. They all had a greedy look on their face. "What is going on?", I asked, while the took Ria and carried her out of the room. "We need more Money to increase our Outreach-Program, so I came up with a great idea to use these sinners for good. For God's work." "How?", I asked. "One of our church members is owning a cheap motel. We will put the sinners there to work. It will makes u money while spreading the gift of god even further." "You are prostituing them", I said, "Thats wr-" "Exactly what these wholesale and sinners deserve! It is their punishment! They wanted to lead a sinful life, so I give it to them. At least this way, they serve a purpose!" While Maria was ranting, she came over to me and put her hand on my butt. "Do you have a problem with that?", she asked and pushed her hand back into my ass. I gasped. "No", I said while she pushed her hand deeper inside me. Deeper and deeper. Filling me more and more. I looked down. She was up to her elbow in my ass now. Her arm slightly bent, fingers squeezing, pulling and poking, stroking me up and down, completely encased in my ass, making my whole butt vibrate. I felt very filled up, like there wasn't enough space left in me to contain any more of her hand. I just stayed silent, letting it happen. It was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced. If this was heaven, then this must be paradise. Every nerve ending and every sense point in my body was flooded with the purest form of pleasure. I was nearly at the point where the only word to describe it would be the transcendent state. I didn't care anymore that she was probably the most deranged and evil person ever. When she did that to me, I was in heaven. Weeks came and went, in which I fucked Sarah, Judith, Silke and Ria over and over, making sure the toxic seed really took hold. All four were now stationed at the shady motel on the outskirts of the city. Like half the guys from church now showed up to take a piece of the action and other guys to, who have heared of this new opportunity. 20 bucks to come inside a pussy. Unprotected. They became very popular. And then flu season began. First Sarah, Judith and Silke got sick, a week later Ria and the guys started to get it and some weeks later all the wives of the guys got the flu. The gift was spreading. And now the wife's were coming for the pastor to ask for advice and Maria was there to greet them ... to turn them all into whores in the name if God.

Daddy Bill stepped back to admire his hard work. Sweat poured off his wide back from the effort, the big muscles in his arms bulging like they did after a good day’s work. This really is a masterpiece, he thought, admiring the network of deep red stripes glowing on the two firm melons of Matty’s beautiful ass. And God, the kid looked delicious, his arms cuffed overhead showing off the perfect smoothness of his dancer’s muscles. Bill had pulled him up tight, making him stand on his tiptoes, the effect showcasing his ass better than any pair of high heels. He had been at the Eagle a few hours earlier with his good buddy Mark and their co-owned boy Ted. The relationship was a little complicated, but the sex with Ted as the bottom was incredible, and it meant he always had someone to do something with. He and Mark were wearing dark jeans and leather vests. Mark’s 60-year old body, more defined now than it was 5 years ago when they had all met: Teddy had gotten Mark into yoga and so Mark was now all hard wiry strength, hardness matched by his demanding personality and his need for deep fisting, a kink he advertised with the red trimmed leather band he wore on his left bicep. Teddy belonged to Mark. Like really belonged: he had MSB (for Mark Stern’s Boy) tattooed right at the cleft above his little, still flat, although now rock hard, ass. Teddy was the definition of nerdy hot, his slender body shaped by intense aerobic workouts, his muscles defined perfectly by repetitive training at low weights, his bright blue eyes shining behind the round-rimmed little-boy glasses Mark insisted he wear. Bill always laughed when Mark teased him about how Bill’s lust was fueled by age play: Mark loved how young Teddy looked. When they first met, when Teddy was 25, Teddy had been a skinny sweet teink who looked barely 20, literally an Anglican choirboy, a shining tenor in fact. But this choirboy was one who already had begun to crave the magical dark arts of gay BDSM and fisting and whose voice never sounded sweeter than when he was crying out in pain from some new sexual violation. Mark had taken him past his fears and taught him what it felt like when a man touched you, literally, at the core. Teddy became Mark’s boy almost instantly, ending his relationship with a guy his own age, bonded and marked forever by the intimacy he felt with a man who could make him scream in pleasure with barely an effort. In truth Mark’s coldness and manipulative lawyerly personality fit perfectly with Teddy’s sunny disposition and easy friendliness. They were a perfect pair. But Teddy was also Bill’s boy and wore a sterling dog tag around his neck saying so. Bill had bought it for him, after checking in with Mark, as a tribute to his own service in the Marines. At the bar it had rested perfectly in the little cleft of Ted’s small perfectly honed chest, right beneath the thin leather red-trimmed collar he wore. Teddy was shirtless—he was almost never allowed to wear a shirt in a gay bar—and the little silver bars Mark had put in his nipples the first time he and Bill used him together sparkled in the light. Bill and Mark told people they co-owned him, but Teddy was owned by Mark 1000% while Bill owned him 100%. They weren’t a throuple—Bill and Mark were friends, and really, really, enjoyed watching each other use and abuse a hot guy—but Teddy was completely in love with both of them. Bill’s relationship with Ted was more on the big brother spectrum—albeit a big dominant older brother who loved to hear Teddy scream from his strap and hear him beg Bill to punch fist him deep. Teddy called them Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark, but Mark was really Ted’s master and demanded absolute obedience. Teddy lived with Mark and it was Mark’s piss Teddy drank to start his day and Mark’s fist lodged in his ass as he drifted asleep most nights. In fact, after he met Ted, Mark moved out of his DuPont Circle apartment into a big house in Cleveland Park with a yard and a basement—the condo neighbors had complained multiple times about all the noise Teddy made when he was being used. Outsiders could easily see why Teddy loved both men. Mark was older-daddy handsome, salt-and-pepper hair, and made a lot of money as a partner at a big downtown law firm. Bill was simply—as he had been told countless times—a smoking hot daddy. Standing 6’3”, dark reddish hair in a slight mullet, a working-class former Marine, body honed to hardness by years spent lifting liquor boxes and kegs of beer for a big local liquor distributor. Bill was a manager there now, and kept his body in shape lifting weights in the gym he had built in an outbuilding of his small farm in rural Maryland. But his body was no ordinary gym body—those arm muscles were big from chopping wood and lifting bails of hay, and also from steady use in whipping boy asses. “Matty, sir,” the little twunk had said, his dance-honed arms reaching out to shake Bill’s much larger paw. The guy was small—5’4”, silky, shoulder length, jet black hair peeking out beneath his black leather cowboy hat. He wore no shirt, that hat, and tight black jeans ending in black leather boots. On his right wrist he wore a plain leather band. Everything about the way he was dressed drew attention to that gorgeous body, the narrow, almost feminine waist, the very visible line of the muscles separating his legs from his upper body marking him as a hot little man, lithe torso with a defined eight pack and oversized nipples crowning his perfectly-defined pecs. As he turned Bill caught sight of the hard little ass, the top peeking out of the jeans he obviously wore low to show it off. Bill was enchanted, his mind already imagining piercing the boy’s big nipples and giving him silver bars like Teddy’s while Mark’s fist was buried deep in that hot ass. “Good to meet you, Matty,” Bill had said smoothly, “My name’s Bill and this is my good buddy Mark and this is our boy Teddy.” As Matty turned to shake hands with the others, Mark caught Bill’s eye and raised his eyebrows. “He’s mine,” he mouthed, and Mark smiled a dark smile. “Twenty, sir,” Matty breathed, panting from the pain. “Good job, baby boy,” Bill said, standing behind the boy and pulling him close to his big chest, his cock rock hard resting between Matt’s sore red asschecks. “I told you I needed to hurt you to make me hard,” Bill breathed, nipping at the boy’s ears. Matty just bucked his hard perfect ass up against the hard cock, giving a little whine, “As much as I am looking forward to fucking your sensational butt, baby boy. You don’t get my cock yet, “ Bill said, stepping back to lay some more stripes, “I’m not finished beating you yet.” It was obvious to Bill that Matty was into him from the start. He couldn’t seem to stop staring. He was a polite kid, from Texas he said, and Bill wondered if the sir when they were introduced was Southern politeness or something more. The fact that Matty was at the Eagle on a Friday, dressed to garner attention, and had chosen to talk to two hot daddies and a younger collared man, all of them openly advertising their kinks, lead Bill to think the sir was a good sign of things to come. So Bill asked Teddy to suss the kid out. A lot of hot vanilla boys came to the DC Eagle looking for sex; not all of them were prepared for or interested in the kind of sex he and his little leather triangle demanded. So Teddy led Matty onto the little dance floor, ready to go through his standard vetting routine on behalf of his daddies. To onlookers, the boys looked sensational together. Ted stood just a few inches taller, his dark blonde hair and pink skin a perfect contrast to Matty’s very blue-white skin and blue-black hair, their bodies moving to the music, their distinct musculatures a near-reference model of two of the ways to be a hot Twink forever. “Damn I hope that boy checks out,” Bill said to Mark, taking a swig from his beer, “seeing the two of them together is driving me wild.” Mark smiled and nodded, “Me too, buddy, me too.” On the dance floor, Teddy made small talk, trying to warm the boy up before asking the important questions. But Matty was clearly no stranger to the gay sex game. “Are both those hot men your daddies?” he asked, leaning in close and putting his hands lightly on Teddy’s shoulders. Ted looked down at the guy’s flawless body, then into his gorgeous light-grey eyes and smiled. “Yes. I met Daddy Mark a few years after I moved here. We hooked up a few times and we fit together perfectly. I live with him and serve him as his boy.” “And Bill too?,” Matty asked, his grey eyes questing for deeper answers. “Yes, early on Mark and I were playing and after a while he called Bill and invited him to join us. We played for a loooong time and by the end of it all, I belonged to both of them.” “Wow, you are so lucky,” Matty said, bouncing lightly to the beat, “DC is so conservative, it’s hard to find guys into more than just vanilla sex.” Hearing of this interest in hard sex, Teddy knew he could start pushing. He touched the silver bar on his right nipple and said, “In fact, the first time I played with them together, Daddy Mark pierced my tits and put these in while Daddy Bill had his fist buried in my ass.” Matty’s eye grew wide in surprise as his face lit up with a big smile. Leaning in to Teddy’s chest he kissed the nipple, his tongue lapping around the silver bar, “Fuck that’s hot” he said, drawing close and resting his face on Teddy’s chest. Putting his arms around the boys impossibly narrow waist, hands resting lightly on that fuck-me ass, Teddy looked over Matty’s head at Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill. When he confirmed that both men were watching intently, he lifted his left hand off Matty’s waist and gave the men an obvious thumbs up while with his other hand he moved the boys rock-hard body tighter against his own. Daddy Bill looked down at the boy, enjoying the feel of Matty’s slick throat and questing tongue, rolling and fluttering around his big cockhead. He looked gorgeous, on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, his full lips wrapped around Bill’s huge cock and his back and butt marked red with the evidence of Daddy Bill’s beating. Teddy had been 100% correct, as always, in his assessment of little Matty. The kid was clearly a hard-core masochist and had taken Daddy Bill’s punishment like a champ. He was a tough little motherfucker, much tougher than Teddy had ever been. He was also a top-knotch cocksucker. A lot of guys were turned on immediately by their first look at Daddy Bill’s perfectly-shaped, thick, dark-pink, muscle cock. But not many of them could swallow it deep in their throat on the first go. The kid acted like the big cock was his only source of nutrition—he was such a good cocksucker, Bill had stopped telling him what to do and just let him go. Bill’s boy Teddy gave excellent head—Ted was excellent at just about everything he did in his life, but Bill was sure he went out of his way to be beyond amazing at every aspect of sex—but he was such a needy bottom slut and got so turned on by Bill’s total control of him in bed that Bill directed nearly every pleasure Teddy’s considerable talents gave his tool. It’s why Teddy needed a hard, controlling man like Mark for a master—Mark gave Teddy the space to be free from all the responsibilities of leadership he’d always had to show in every other area of his over-achieving life. But Matty boy, on the other hand, was giving his Daddy Bill so much pleasure with his own cock-pig inventiveness that Bill was having to pull his cock away from the boy from time to time to stop from coming before he was ready As Bill pulled his cock out of Matty’s mouth, Matty let out a little whine and nearly lost balance because his arms were behind his back. Bill reached down with one hand to steady the kids shoulder, while with the other hand he grabbed the boys dark-purple balls tied tight with a raw leather cord. He roughly kissed the boy while giving the balls a tight squeeze. Matty moaned, his grey eyes already nearly black, his pupils dilated from the booty bump Bill had given him earlier, “Thank you, Daddy.” Bill bent the boy to rest his head on Bill’s chest, wrapping his bicep around the gorgeous black hair, wet now from sweat and suffering. God, everything about the boy was hot. Even his little cock was perfectly shaped, a much smaller version of Bill’s huge beautiful meat. Whereas Bill’s cock was dark pink, Matty’s cock and balls were much darker than the rest of his skin, a dark blue-black. Bill began on a fresh squeeze of the boy’s small, perfect balls, harder this time, “I am glad you like it, baby boy,” Bill said, kissing the top of the boys head, “I really am.” In the bar Matty had told Ted he was a lifelong dancer, and had even started out majoring in dance in college. But instead he had ended up majoring in biology, despite having to stay an extra year, and wanted to work in AIDS research. Ted told him that Daddy Bill was super attracted to him, but that he needed to understand what going home with him would mean. “Have you ever done drugs?” Teddy asked him. “Mostly coke and X at clubs. I knew some leather daddies in Austin, and I sometimes smoked meth with them,” Marry said, blushing slightly. Teddy pulled him close, “No need to be embarrassed, adorable boy, lots of the men in this bar do drugs at least sometimes when they have sex.” Pulling his face back and looking up at Ted, Matty said with a knowing grin, “And what about you and your daddies?” “I sometimes do X when I go out dancing with my friends or Daddy Bill, but Daddy Mark doesn’t really go to dance parties,” Teddy said, “And we definitely do drugs when we have sex.” Teddy looked serious then, “We don’t do crystal every weekend because we all have good jobs. But I can guarantee if you go home with Daddy Bill on this three-day weekend you will probably not be leaving his basement playroom until sometime Monday evening.” Matty responded by leaning in closer to Ted on the dance floor and said, “I wanna hear more.” Matty was now living out the fantastic stories Ted had told him—in fact, he was currently acting out some of his most secret fantasies. After he answered all of Teddy’s questions and heard Teddy’s stories—Ted was a psychologist and it showed—he had been barely able to control himself around Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark after Teddy led him back from the dance floor. He stood between them, feeling their arm muscles and stroking their backs. He knew his behavior was influenced by the Tina he had consumed, but fuck these men were hot. He and Ted had stopped in the bathroom before returning to the older men. Matty had heard stories of doing drugs in a bathroom stall at a gay bar, and the experience did not disappoint. He did a small line of Tina off of Teddy’s hand, giggling at the naughtiness of it all. Matty found it super erotic when Teddy’s beautiful face, bright blue eyes shining, looked up at him as he did a line off of Matty’s small hand. When Ted licked the path of the line, Matt grabbed him and they made out. After a minute, Matt felt Ted’s finger moving between his ass. Then Ted’s fingers were at his hole and he felt a sharp burn. He hissed, Ted spoke softly in his ear, mindful they were in a public restroom, “Booty bump to get you started, hot little man. In a second, your ass will feel so good. You are going to need a lot more of that if you are going to take what my men dish out.” Mat was starting to see what Teddy had meant. He was hog tied in a spreader bar, his hard ass muscles pulled apart, his wrist securely fashioned to the bar, his elbows inside his open legs. The taste of Daddy Bill’s come was still on his tongue—fuck that big cock produced a lot of seed—and his face was red, visible handprints from the slaps Daddy Bill had given him as he rode him all over the room. Now, Daddy Bill was giving him his second booty bump, feeding his increasingly hungry hole, the burning turning his mind to nothing but the feeling in his ass. During the ride to Daddy’s Bill’s farm Matt has been so horny. He knew the feeling, having felt it with his leather couple friends in Austin, but he had never felt how it built his hunger for sex so acutely—he’d never done it and then had to wait to get fucked. He’d also never done it and then gone home—to a farm in Maryland no less—with a stranger who he knew on the best authority was into hurting twinks and getting his giant paws up their asses. And so while he was beyond excited to be living out his fantasies, he felt pretty small, sitting here next to this mountain of a man. Bill sensed his nervousness, “Don’t worry, baby boy,” he said kindly. “I mean it—you know what I like and I know you like it too. But we are going to get there together. We won’t start at 100%, okay,” Bill said, reaching his big paw across and squeezing Matty’s knee. He then grinned, “But trust me, baby boy, we will get to 200% together at some point.” Matty was now on his back, his hands handcuffed in front of him, a bottle of poppers with some sort of special breathing thingy on top clasped in his hands. Daddy Bill’s muscular arm held the spreader bar—and therefore Matty’s legs—back and over head. Daddy Bill’s huge paw was buried four fingers deep in his hole. It felt huge, it felt fantastic. Matty had never been fisted but he had taken some pretty big toys before tonight. After he and Daddy Bill fucked—it went on for at least an hour and it was the hottest fuck Matty could remember—Bill had started to finger his hole, pushing the come around inside him. “You know I get off on hurting twinks, baby boy,” Bill had said, “And your gorgeous little ass is gonna look so good wrapped around my paw.” “But,” Bill said warningly, “Liking to hurt a boy is different than damaging him, baby boy. So I am going to go slower than I normally would because you’re not super experienced.” Then he smiled wickedly, and said “Not super experienced. Yet.” Matty grunted, his assring starting to realize the size of Daddy Bill’s massive hands. Bill’s thumb was tucked in and his hand was well on its way into Matty’s hole. They were at the knuckles now, and his asshole was stretched tight and wide. Matty was grateful, now, that Daddy Bill had insisted on an extended period of toy play before attempting this. He was also glad Daddy Bill had freed his hands—it was so much easier to use the poppers and play with his own nipples this way. Matty whined and tried to push himself onto Daddy Bill’s hand. “Want it bad, daddy,” he grunted, “slap me daddy, hit my face and take my ass.” Daddy Bill smiled, and holding the bar with Matty’s legs attached back with one massive shoulder, he freed his hand and slapped Matty hard. “Glad to, baby boy,” Bill smiled, “Take a big hit of those poppers, and let me have you. Let me make you my boy.” Taking four big draws from the popper’s nozzle, Matty felt the world go fuzzy and his assing stretched as Daddy Bill increased the pressure. Daddy Bill slapped his face hard, back-forth, his big meaty hand cracking one side of his perfect face and then the other. The abuse turned little Matty’s twisted desires on like a flashlight Suddenly, his assring gave way and Daddy Bills knuckles entered him for the first time. Matt screamed a sharp little cry, shocked at how big the paw was, and then started moaning. “Fuuuck,” he panted, “Fuck that’s big.” “Not in all the way yet,” Daddy Bill said, “But you are doing such a good job, making your daddy proud, baby boy.” He then leaned in and started bitting on Matty’s big nipples. The minute the sharp pain of of the bite traveled down the hot wire that connected Matty’s tits to Matty’s ass, he opened up and Daddy Bill’s big hand traveled for the first time into the clutching heat of that flawless ass.

That was one of the things we talked about for the future!

PART 5 Henry said I’d know where to find him again. Apparently I didn’t. The first few days after he bred me I stuck close to campus. I was jumble of emotions. Anxiety had set in quickly — how did I let myself get pozzed?!?! It wasn’t even an accident. I had begged for it. How had a trip to the store turned into my being bred by a relative stranger? And how many times had Jared been there and done that? But every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about Henry’s cock spewing inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted it again. Friday I went looking for Henry at the bar and didn’t see him. After hanging with my friends and having some beers, I snuck off and went to Henry’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I looked again a few times on Saturday, but no luck. I told myself I’d make him but on a condom this time. I even put one in my pocket when I went out. I was so horny, I went to the newsstand two towns over where I knew they sold old porn mags with he covers cut off. I bought a pack for a few bucks, and at the last second asked to buy a bottle of poppers. I’d never bought my own before. I had them in my pocket Saturday night when I went back to the bar, but still no Henry. It was Sunday morning and I went to shower. The dorm was pretty quiet; I didn’t hear many guys moving around, yet. They’d given everyone a single for the summer, so while the rooms on the second and third floors were all being used, there was still less than half the usual number of people. Our summer dorm was the oldest on campus, so the bathrooms and showers were older. It was more of a group shower with curtains you could pull between them, which a lot of the guys did. I had them to myself this morning, so didn’t bother pulling the curtains. I was showering when I heard the door open and saw a security guard come in. He went to the line of sinks and started washing his hands. I thought about grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it closed, but I felt like that was kinda dickish to do just because someone walked in. Guys are naked in the shower room all the time. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I noticed the guard was still in the room, seemingly washing his face. Struck me as a bit odd. This room only had two sinks and the set of showers; the bathroom was on the other side of the wall and had a whole row of sinks. No one usually came in here just to use the sinks. I conditioned my hair and started my body wash routine — feet, calves, thighs, ass, cock and balls, abs, pecs, and finally my arms. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guard was still there — I hadn’t heard the door open or close. He was still doing something at the sink, but seemed to look in the mirror. When our eyes met, he left the shower room. I finished up my shower, wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed down the hallway back to my dorm room. I liked these quiet mornings in the dorm before breakfast. I went into my room and left the door open to circulate the summer air; the entire week had been muggy, and the dorm didn’t have A/C. I was picking out underwear when I noticed the security guard go by my door. I figured he must be headed to the stairwell. But then he went by again, slower this time. I definitely caught him looking into my room as he walked by. I got a weird tingle seeing him walk past again. Was something up? Why was security lingering on the floor and checking out my room? I dropped my towel and slipped on my underwear, tucking my junk into the pouch in the front. I was reaching for the shorts I’d left hanging on a chair when I saw the guard again. This time he was just standing in my doorway. I was startled and yelped. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.” “Why? Is something up?” He stepped into my room. “Just thought I’d say hey.” He walked up to me; I felt awkward standing there in just my underwear. This was weirdly exciting but odd nonetheless. “I’m thinking we have a friend in common.” “Who’s that?” “Henry,” he said conspiratorially. He looked me up and down, not being shy about it. “You’re even hotter than he described. Athletic and ginger.” “Thanks,” was all I could think to say. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I started to reach for my pair of shorts again, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me. “I don’t think you need those,” he said, running his hand across my chest and down my abs. “I liked what you were wearing in the shower better.” I started breathing heavier. This surge of horniness went through me. Was this really happening?!?! One of the campus security guards was coming on to me. There was no mistaking it. “Doors open,” I said nervously, pulling away from his exploring hand. I saw my cock was getting hard in my underwear. The guard looked down at my hard bulge and grinned. He took a few steps back to the door and closed it gently. “Better now,” he said. He looked good in that uniform. Tall, strong build. He was almost a foot taller than me. He had a muscular chest beneath the tight blue uniform. His arms were nicely muscled, too. He started running his hands across my body, exploring, sizing me up. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling it through the fabric. “Like my body, ginger boy?” I nodded. “Good answer. Now get the underwear off.” I slipped the underwear down and left them on the floor. The guard didn’t waste any time reaching for my ass. He slapped it. “Nice bubble.” He slapped it again which hurt; I winced. “Now turn around. Put your hands on the desk behind you.” I turned around, facing the large window in my room that looked out of the quad. It was still quiet out there. I felt him spread my ass apart, probing at my hole. “That’s a sweet ginger hole. I’m gonna put that to good use.” He stood up and pushed the crotch of his uniform against my ass. The good boy in me panicked. “Be sure to use a condom,” I said. “There’s some there on the table.” “You put it on me when we’re ready for it,” he said. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unzip. I leaned over and picked up the condom and put it next to me on the desk. He stepped over to the table I had pushed up next to the bunk bed as a nightstand. He picked up the lube and squirted it into one hand. I could see his cock standing straight out of his uniform pants. It was thick! He started to massage my hole using the lube, working it into my hole. “I like a tight hole,” he said. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the heat of his skin, and even smell the musk. What was happening?! Ten minutes ago I was in the shower. Alone. Now I’m about to get fucked in my dorm room! The good boy in me said we should say no and put an end to it. But he was out voted — my hole was totally turned on, and it was now in charge. I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Hungry are we?” He said. “Get up on the desk, lay back. Hang your ass over the edge.” I turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I laid back, adjusting my ass so it was at the edge. He lifted my legs and slapped his hardon against my hole. He rested the bottle of poppers I’d bought yesterday on my chest. “Popper up.” I unscrewed the bottle and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. I started to feel a growing buzz as I moved the bottle to the opposite nostril. I was transfixed on the guard slathering lube onto his cock. “Lay back, legs up. Show me that ginger hole.” I leaned back onto the desk and lifted my legs, my ass hanging off the end of the desk. He pressed his hands behind my knees, forcing my legs wider and really exposing my ass. The poppers washed over me. My heart started racing and there was a moment where the room seemed to go darker. That craving for cock came with it again, and I started flexing my hole for him. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I wanna see.” He started teasing my hold with the head of his thick cock. He picked up the lube and dribbled more onto my hole, then spread it with his cock. I could feel the heat coming off the bare head. Something about a condom crossed the back of my head. The voice was a distant whisper that was overwhelmed by the craving I was feeling. “Fuck me,” I said quietly. “What was that, ginger boy?” “Fuck me,” I said more firmly. The guard pushed his cock against my hole, prying it open with the force. I felt the muscles give way and his thickness started to fill me. I winced and then gasped with the thickness stretching my hold. The opened condom went ignored on the desk beside me. “Fuuuuck…. That’s a tight ginger hole. “Gonna have to stretch you out to really enjoy this.” My mind was swirling. I was in my dorm room, naked on the desk, with someone whose name I don’t even know burying his cock inside me. If anyone in the rooms across the quad from mine looked out their windows, they’d be able to see me getting fucked. “People can see in the windows,” I gasped. “Good. Maybe they’ll want some of this, too.” He thrust all the way in til his balls were pressed against my ass. I groaned with the intense penetration. “College guys can’t get enough of this cock.” He started pounding away at my ass. I was moaning, probably louder than I should have in the dorm.People would be waking up and hear me, but I couldn’t control it. I felt totally drunk on his cock. I felt amazing! He could see it in my face. “You love this cock, don’t you, ginger boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He grinned a wicked grin. “Oops. Someone forgot to put the condom on me. Guess I know what you really want this morning.” The fucking was relentless. He took my ass in an aggressive series of thrusts. I groaned as he pummeled me. It was a wild mix of pleasure and pain. I fumbled for the poppers and awkwardly took another hit, hoping it would soften the roughness of the fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there…..” he said. Those words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed my own cock and began jacking it. The guard had a wicked look on his face. “Fuck yeah. You want this gift. I knew you did. Knew it as soon as I saw you showing off in the shower. Knew you’d want to get pozzed again. Fucking slut.” He spat on me. I was totally fixated on him, on the relentless fucking I was taking. He was going to breed me. The good boy voice in the back of my head screamed again, but the rest of me wanted it. “Fuck yeah!” He said loudly. “Fuck yeah! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” A part of me knew everyone had just heard that. Some strange guy’s voice was coming from my room declaring his dominance over me. He came with a rush, his body shaking as his cock pulsed. He unleashed his load inside me, electrifying me. Instead of burying his load deep, he just kept pumping it into me. There was nothing I could do except take it from him. My own cock burst, spewing jizz across my chest and even hitting my face. My body spasmed. The guard pulled out, letting my legs just dangle off the desk. They didn’t quite fall to the floor — my muscles were too worked up and activated to relax. Instead I just held myself there, body spasming from the exertion, covered in my own jizz. He came over and pushed his cock into my face. “Clean it off,” he commanded. I didn’t have a choice as he roughly pushed his cum slicked cock into my mouth. “Taste your ginger ass on there, boy. Taste some of the cum I left inside you. Clean it off real good so I can go back to work.” When he was satisfied, he put himself together again, tucking his cock inside his pants. He’d never undressed, just pulled out his cock. The uniform clearly didn’t interfere with his fucking the hell oughta me. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said, lightly slapping my tight abs. He ran his hands over my smooth torso. “Hot body. I’m gonna enjoy using it.” He walked to the door, leaving me laying on my desk. “Have a good one, bud.” And walked out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hallway. [What is going to become of our newest cumdump college boy, Justin? I suspect there’s more ahead for him! If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know. A blue heart (or a 🐷) is always appreciated — a simple form of feedback inspires me. Thanks!]

If any of you pigs like to voice chat about p3ervs message me here

Part 13 As Justin raised my arm up, Mr. Kelly quickly bent down and put his arms around me pulling me into him as tight as he could. I felt immediately like I couldnt breathe and started a coughing fit that I couldnt control and each time I coughed I must have been clenching because Mr Kelly at first only said "Fuck oh fuck your hole is-- oh fuck-- yes-- yes-- fuck" It wasnt until I stopped coughing that I really felt the slam go through me. I started shaking and squirming in Mr. Kelly's arms. "That's right son. Ride it out. I got you. Just go with it. Let it run through your body and take the pleasure of it in." I was breathing hard and heavy like I had just done those 10 sprint sets coach makes us do during practice. I could hear every word he said but there was also a ringing in my ears. But the more I relaxed, the better it felt. The shaking took a while to stop. All the while Mr. Kelly held me and whispered in my ear without ever moving his hard cock inside me. It stayed balls deep as long as that first initial wave hit. The electricity was running all over me, everything tingled, but the tingling and hunger was most intense in my cock and hole and when it all went straight there, I became aware of Mr. Kelly inside me again. Its not that I forgot he was inside me but it hadnt yet connected to the feeling of the slam. When it did, the pleasure hit me almost the way the first slam did. And that's why my first words out of that wave were "Fuck dad I love your raw cock inside me. I need you to breed me dad. Breed your son." Justin and Mr. Miller were somewhere near the bed but not on it. I could hear they were close when they responded to what I said with a "Holy fuck" from Mr. Miller and a "Oh shit" from Justin. Mr. Kelly whispered in my ear first like he didnt want the other guys to hear. "I fucking love you Jake my son. I came in you when you were coughing. You just kept squeezing on my cock. But don't worry. I'm not going to pull out yet. I want to stay inside you. It feels so right to have my cock so deep in my son." I was still shaking but that made me shake in excitement even more. This man was giving me everything I thought could only live in my fantasy. Now it was real. He started rocking his body just enough to have his cock begin to pull and push inside me never doing too much but constantly hitting spots inside me that had my cock as hard as it had ever been. Every sensation was so heightened that his every move had me moaning or just saying things that were totally incoherent. My eyes were rolled to the back of my head and Mr. Kelly's tongue was in my mouth. This felt like as much pleasure as I was ever going to feel. Without stopping his rocking back and forth Mr. Kelly picked me up off the bed and turned us around and then laid back down on the bed with me on top of him. He stayed about halfway inside me the entire time. He pulled his weight up so that we were closer to the headboard. He looked around quickly and said "Justin can you hand me my bag?" I lifted myself up to see if I could manage without his leverage. That motion put more of his cock back inside me and produced another shot of pleasure that went right through my body. I moaned and leaned back further so that the rest was pushed in and instinctively began the riding motion he first taught me. Circles with the hips without pulling myself up. We were both moaning now even as Justin put Mr. Kelly's hand into the bag. I watched him pull out the poppers and then he said "Ready?" and winked. At the same time that I said "For what?" Justin said "Fuck yeah." I thought he was talking to me but Justin knew what he meant so i ignored it and kept riding the thick cock inside me. I heard him unscrew the bottle cap and take a hit. He released it and put the bottle up to my right nostril. He was getting red again. "Take a deep hit son....That's right....remember what we did before? Just hold it in as long as you can. Stop riding your dad for a minute and just focus on holding your breath son." I did as he said but I couldn't hold this hit in long. It was so intense combined with the effects of the slam that were still coursing through me that as it only started to hit me I moaned "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....." without even realizing it. My body was shaking again in a different way this time like in slow motion and in a way that made me feel like I was somewhere else. I don't know how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes again still riding that wave he put the bottle up to my left nostril. "Son this is so hot. We're going to get you flying now." If I wasnt flying already what was this? I didnt ask, I just inhaled this time harder than before. "Yes son that's the kind of hit that is going to get you to feel amazing. Now hold it son." I tried hard knowing that I didnt want to disappoint him again. He put the bottle aside and pulled me down to him so that I was lying on his chest. He put his hand over my mouth and nose again as we looked into each others eyes. "Son youre doing so good and I can tell already that this hit is getting you so high again oh fuck. Keep holding it and just let that physical sensation carry you to even more pleasure. Put your arms around me son really tight." I did as he asked and now my forehead was down on the pillow. Mr. Kelly pulled his hand away and put his arms around me so tight that I was forced to exhale. He heard me gasp for air. "Thats right son. Feel that go in you." The warmth was coming in waves and this high was getting more and more intense. I couldnt speak. Then I realized he wasnt talking about the warmth going in me. There was a pushing at my hole. A stretching. It was insistent and at first I didnt understand it. It made me whimper. And then I realized. It was another cock. A second cock was pushing into me. It didnt make any sense but then I heard Justins voice. He sounded like he was in a different place too. "So-- tight-- ooooohhhhh" It made me moan louder. I couldnt believe another cock was in me and it was pushing deeper and stretching me out more. And it hurt and felt so good at the same time. My whimpering became moaning and then I could speak again but only one word. "Dad....dad......dad" over and over again. . Mr. Kelly pushed my body up and both worked to arch my back to get them both further in me. "Look at me son. Yes son. Doesnt this feel good?" I still had the one word. "Dad;..dad....dad" He just smiled and nodded. Justin pressed his body against my back and said "How does it feel to have two cocks in you at the same time bro?" I moaned. Justin kept going "Yeah? You like having your dad and older bro fuck you like this? Youre so fucking dirty little bro. My cock is rubbing against dads cock inside you. You know what we call this? Its called incest little bro." That was all it took. That and he began to hit a spot at the same time that Mr. Kelly was hitting another spot inside me. But his voice and his words combined with the sensation of both of their thick cocks inside me made me explode all over Mr. Kellys chest and face. He flinched from the surprise of a rope of my cum splashing across his face and then he had a different more serious look on his face. I could tell he was about to cum in me again. Justin said "Fuck your hole just gets tighter oh fuck. Shit that talk about incest made you cum without even touching your-- fuck I'm gonna-- oh fuck" And then it felt like both were cumming inside me at the same time both pushing themselves as deep as they could go. It felt so good and I felt another rope shoot out of my cock and I screamed shaking uncontrollably like tremors running through me. Justin was making out with my neck. Every touch from both men just heightened every feeling. Mr. Kelly pulled me down to him and kissed me. I felt Justin pull out and my hole wrapped itself back around this dads cock. "That was amazing son. Are you ok?" "Yes dad. I cant believe I had two cocks in me. Youre both so thick." "Get back onto your back son." I didnt want his cock out of me yet but I did as he said and lay down next to him on the bed. As soon as I did Justin crawled between my legs. I noticed he was still hard. We both were. Mr. Miller was at the desk and I heard the click of the torch as he took a hit from the pipe. "That was so hot boys. I came twice watching that." His cum was still fresh dripping down his chest. Justin pulled my legs slightly up and I wrapped them around his waist. "Yeah bro. You are so fucking hot. That was amazing." He grabbed his cock and placed the head at my hole. My hole must have still been open because it just slipped right into me. He laid on top of me and started to kiss me as he pushed himself as deep in me as he could. When he broke the kiss, he said "You feel so good little bro. You like your big bros cock inside you?" His voice and the way he was being so filthy made the night that much hotter. "Yeah bro your cock feels so good. I've wanted this so long." Before he pushed his tongue back in my mouth I could tell my words were making him more worked up too. "Oh fuck little bro." He started to pick up the pace of his fucking and we were animals kissing so hard and his body was pushing deeper in me harder and harder. We went from moaning to screaming into each others mouths. He took a breath and looked into my eyes and didnt say a word. His pace slowed again like he was trying to savor the moment. Like we were the only ones in the room. And then back to animals again. Our moans built to screams again and then a single thrust hard and deep in me and a deep moan into my mouth. With our mouths still locked together I said "Yes bro shoot your big bro cum into me." His body began to shudder. And then I felt it again. That boiling inside me that told me I was about to cum again without touching my cock. I started to moan again and he could tell what was happening. He pulled up. "Oh fuck bro youre gonna cum arent you? Your hole is tightening on my cock again. Oh fuck that feels so good. Youre milking more cum out of me bro." And then I came shooting on my chest and his. My body was bucking over and over again. I couldnt control it and finally after cumming for what felt like forever I was able to breathe again. Mr. Kelly was lying next to us the whole time and he put his mouth to my ear. "Fuck son. Every load you shoot is so big. What is this your 4th load of the night? You just keep shooting rope after rope. It's so hot. I'm so proud of you son." He turned my face toward him and kissed me as Justin laid back down on my chest with his cock still inside me. Hey everyone thanks for the comments. This feels like a possible end point for the story but lmk if you have ideas. I know theres a lot of different ways this could all go so I might pick this up again later. I also started another story in the chaser forum so I might try to focus there for now. Thanks for reading!

PART 2 The guys all laugh. In a flash, my lower half feels weightless as Jordan lifts my ass clean into the air. I grunt in surprise, but no one else does so Jordan must’ve coordinated it. I feel him spit into my ass. “What a beautiful neg hole,” he murmurs as he dives in. “Not for much longer,” Renan says as he starts to suck me. Aman, Rafa, and Jin are still in their private threesome, but now, I’m no longer directly under them, so Jace takes my place. Mouth wide open, catching whatever sloshes down. “Fuck!” he exclaims as a particularly juicy wad of cum or spit… something frothy, drips into his mouth. “That’s good stuff.” I’m craning my neck to look at him and whine. He grins, spits whatever he swallowed onto his fingers then sticks them in my mouth. I suck greedily. I want every juice in me. “I’m gonna pull out,” Jin warns. As he does, Jace immediately moves up so that when Jin’s cock slides out, Jace’s tongue plugs up against Rafa’s hole. I can’t really see what Jin is doing from my vantage point, but from Jace’s moans, probably blowing him. A moment late, Rafa whispers that he’s tight again and Jace finally let’s go. “Fuck!” he says again, “that tastes amazing and I forgot how good of a cocksucker you are, Jin!” At least I think that’s what he said. It’s hard to hear though, everything he says has a gurgle to it, I know he’s keeping the cum and ass juice in his mouth still. He’d better be saving it for me. “Guys, I need some lube,” Jordan says, spitting into my ass more profusely, “the cummy kind.” Aman grins down at me and moves over to make out with Jace. I imagine Jace’s throat working furiously to pass the slop through. Indeed Aman makes sure to show me over Jace’s shoulder when the now decidedly foamy mess is in his mouth. From there it gets passed to Rafa, who takes a momentary break from where he had been taking sucking on my nips after being fucked so hard. Rafa passes it to Renan, and Renan shows me the mixture in his mouth before lovingly swallowing Jordan’s cock to the hilt. He bobs his head up and down, and I know he’s coating Jordan’s dick in a mix of all of our juices. He finally pulls free then spits the remainder directly onto my hole. Jordan’s cock is so coated it basically looks white at this point. It’s aimed right at my entrance and he’s grinning down at me. Aman and Rafa are both sucking on my nips now, driving me absolutely crazy with pleasure and desire. “Fuck… yes!” I grunt out. Jordan grins wider and nods to Renan, who’d been unscrewing two bottles of poppers. “Double hit,” Renan commands, bringing a bottle to each nostril. I clumsily inhale, since at this point I can barely move of my own volition, so fucked up and horny I am. “Hold,” he says. While I’m trying not to suffocate Jordan is slowly pumping it in. Just the head first; little by little. “Release”, Renan says. At the same time though, Jordan rams into me. At the peak of my high it feels like I’ve been blown into another dimension. The black spot in my vision from all the poppers nearly explodes. The minute I open my mouth to cry out, Renan clamps down on it, shoving his pulsing tongue down my throat, preventing the sound from escaping. Aman and Rafa increase the pace of their flickering on my nips, sending me into a frenzy, matched only by the pace of Jordan’s fucking and Renan’s violent make out session with me. I distinctly hear a wild crying and grunting sound and it takes me several minutes to realize that’s me. Completely out of control. At the mercy of my sex and the men all around me who have committed themselves to fucking me physically, mentally, and emotionally, into another level of existence. I would never forget this. I would never not want this. I would be ruined after this. Once Jordan really starts to pile drive into me, the added pain is expertly moderated by Jace and Jin, who start started simultaneously sucking and tonguing my cock, building up layers of pleasure. Renan pulls away then as well so I can see the five of them working on me. Aman and Rafa furiously lapping at my over-sensitive nips. Jaece and Jin fighting over my dick. Jordan, his two hands like vices on my thighs, standing and driving his dick downward deeper into the recesses of my body. Renan smiles at the perverseness of it all, “oh man you dirty little slut. You could’ve gotten pozzed up at any bathhouse, with any BBRT hookup, but you had to call us up. We’re the worst.” Fuck yes, that’s what I want. I want to go from 0 to 120. Fuck the in between. Inject that AIDS straight into me. Kill me now. I’m not sure if I said any of these things out loud but certainly I think it. “Just watch,” he says. He takes the two popper bottles I forgot he’d been holding then gets off the bed. In my haze, I barely see him appear behind Jordan. But there he is. He kisses Jordan’s ear, and then brings the poppers to both nostrils. Jordan is able to inhale without slowing down. Unlike with me though, Renan commands him to release immediately. If it’s possible I feel his cock get hotter inside me. Like he’s also trying to burn through to my core. I think he fucks me even faster as the poppers get him going. Renan feeds him another double hit. I feel tears flowing down my face. I’m being torn apart and I can’t even cry out anymore. My voice is gone. I can’t look at them anymore. My eyes roll back into my head. They’re stealing my senses. All of them, until I only pulse & throb, a mass of meat in their grip. Renan is making out with me again, except when my eyes flicker down momentarily I see that it’s Aman. And yet there are still two sets of mouths on my nipples so maybe they switched places? But then my eyes open again and I see that it’s Jace shoving himself into me. Then Jin. Then some dick is being shoved in my mouth. They’ve switched countless times. I’m pretty sure I passed out. An eternity passes. When my head is finally clear a little bit and I open my eyes fully, I see that now Aman is fucking me. Jordan and Rafa are chewing on my tits. Renan is sucking my dick. Jace is fucking Aman, and Jin is standing over me. Casting a shadow that I don’t even register until he clears his throat. “Did you forget about me,” he teases. Jin lowers himself further until his ass is just inches from my mouth. I marvel at how strong his muscles are that he’s holding himself in that position. I don’t think anyone’s had a go at his ass yet. It’s totally fresh! I see a speckle of white on the outside, just a hint at the treasure within. I crane my neck up and am barely able to touch his pucker with the tip of my tongue. The taste is cum, of course. I would know it anywhere. I’m straining to get more but it seems like Jin keeps putting himself just out of reach. “Savor it, babe,” he says softly, “the loads in my ass were not easy to get.” “Oh yeah,” Jace grunts in agreement as he thrusts into Aman, “Jin’s schedule was nearly impossible to coordinate. But I did it, see right before tonight, he was at a Treasure Island Media shoot.” My eyes widen. Jin chuckles and I hear him hitting the poppers. “Yeah I was a cumdump for an upcoming film. 30 dirty loads up there, all for you babe.” I remember that infamous scene. The jar of poz loads up Blue Bailey’s magnificent hole. TIM always a bit borderline with the poz stuff. See, these were dead loads. But if what Jin was saying was true… live loads… Involuntarily I crane even higher. I think I’m going to give myself a neck cramp. My hand aches to stroke my cock but, well, Jordan holds it down, preventing it from moving as he increases the pressure on my nip. Instead, Renan sucks me harder. “Oh my god,” I hear myself whisper as suddenly, Jin sits well and fully down, pressing against my face. I gasp in surprise, my lips mashed awkwardly against his outer ring as it dilates and I feel a torrent of cum flooding my mouth. Somehow instinctively I start to swallow to stop from choking. It’s glorious. I try to gulp a little at a time so I can savor it some. The salty, sweet cream sliding down my throat. “Hey don’t just swallow it!” Aman complains. I can’t stop myself though. It’s too good. This is all I’ve ever wanted. Being flooded with loads. Dirty loads. Toxic loads. Only secondhand. Or thirdhand, whatever, I can only imagine what this porn shoot was like, and it turns me on so much that I will eventually see it. I feel air hit my left nip as Jordan immediately shoves Jin forward so his ass leaves my face. Jordan dives down, covers my mouth with his own, and expertly sucks. I grunt as I feel the cum being diverted to his mouth, and we fight for it with our tongues. Jordan, however, isn’t nearly as fucked up as I am at this point so he wins and with a slurp, pulls away from my mouth. My tongue flicks out in defiance, trying to suck back up the little bit of cum stretched out like a tightrope between our lips. He smiles and then with a whoosh, sucks that up as well. I swallow the last little bit too deep in my throat for him to have reached and then pout at him. “No fair.” “It’ll go to good use,” Jin says, having turned around so he’s facing me again. “Besides I’m pretty sure I have more.” Saying that, Jin sticks a finger in his ass and shows me the cummy result. But rather than feed it to me, he starts swiping across the nipple that Jordan left free. Though it was fresh out of his ass, the cum still feels cool against my hard tit and I groan at the sensation. Jordan kisses Jin thanks for distracting me, feeding him a bit of cum when he thinks I don’t see. He moves behind Jace. I know what’s going to happen and so does Jace, who looks at me gleefully. I know Jordan’s just spit out that wad of pornstar cum and is lubing it up into Jace’s hole. Jace’s eyes close momentarily as Jordan slides into him. “Yeah,” he whispers, nibbling on Aman’s ear. “Fuck that dirty cum into my fucking poz hole.” Renan abruptly gets up and turns around to look at me as he lowers himself onto my dick, “I normally don’t take cock I know is neg, count yourself lucky!” It’s now a proper fuck train. Jordan into Jace. Jace into Aman. Aman into me. Me into Renan. Jin is like our coach. He’s feeding everyone poppers, saving me for last. He makes sure I can see clearly (or as clear as I can anyway) as each of the guys enters their poppers high, and the train speeds up. The noises become more animalistic. He’s feeding each one several hits. I know it’s going to be worse when he get to me. As he feeds Renan five back to back hits, I feel Renan’s ass so loose around me, there’s a puddle of cum starting to collect in my belly button from where it’s leaked out of his ass, dripped down my cock, and slid up my raised torso. Jin slurps it up. “Renan went to a proper vers orgy,” he explains. “The rules were so strict, literally you had to be vers, and you had to try to get every cock and every ass.” He rolls his eyes, “as if anyone counted.” Saying that he brings the poppers to me. His thumb is pressed firm against the entrance but even so I’m imagining the scent. “Ready?” I don’t really think so but don’t really have a choice. He props my head up against his thigh and gives me four hits. On my last exhale I really feel the train is pulling into the station. Someone is cumming. It’s not me, and it’s not Aman, must be Jace or Jordan. I can’t explain how I feel it. But in that moment, I feel like it’s more than just our bodies connected; it’sour souls. I feel the force of Jace pumping into Aman as if he were pumping into me. The wetness of Renan’s ass around me feels like Aman’s, or Jace’s. I’m at once pounding into all of them and them into me. Jin spits on his fingers then makes out with me, threading his digits between our tongues and letting me taste Renan’s sloppy ass juices & cum. Then he spits on his fingers and begin flicking my nipples. I am so far gone, honestly it surprises me I’m still able to feel or do anything. Well, to be fair it’s mostly the others who are doing the work. Renan is expertly milking my cock, and 3 sets of hands from the others guys are pulling on my thighs, legs, and feet. Jin gets up and kneels down to feed me his cock. In my poppers-addled state I take it down easily. I hear him making out with Renan as his fingers continue their expert ministrations on my sensitive nips. Somehow the fuck train continues even though someone shot already. Or did they? Maybe I imagined it. I’m imagining in a lot of things right now. Who were the pornstars whose cum I just drank out of Jin’s ass. Were they all poz detectable? Who went to Cumunion tonight and fed Jordan. Did he get AIDS loads? The guys who left their condoms for Jace to stick up his own ass. Whether or not Renan took every cock and fucked every ass, and if so how many was that. What were the VLs, a few hundred thousand? More? Whether at their party, Aman took more dick or Rafa, blindfolded as he was, so that he couldn’t possibly count. Was anyone so toxic the physicality of the disease became impossible to hide? Did Aman seek him out? Beg for the scythe of death to swing and penetrate deep in his hole? How much more poppers could I possibly do before my head exploded? Someone’s grunting again and I definitely feel like if it wasn’t cum last time this time it was. Again I feel it cumming into me and I feel like I’m cumming into Renan. But maybe that’s just the feeling of all the cum inside his hole migrating its way down my piss slit. Our union is so complete, and I’m so satiated. Maybe it was even me who came. To be continued...