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(Dont' worry guys, I haven't forgotten the hotel bellman. He's making an appearance soon!) PART 3 We both laid on the bed for a while, soaked in sweat. I was vibrating because I was so high but I desperately wanted more cock in my hole. But I had to ask the obvious question, knowing that Justin might not tell me. “So who is this Jake person?” I asked him. He laughed nervously, then paused for a minute and said “well, ummmmm…….he’s……. ummmmmmm……my son.” OOOOOH. I should’ve gotten it before but I somehow in my lust and horniness, I missed this, and Mike hadn’t let me in on the secret. Justin explained “He’s also a student here in Chicago, a year ahead of you, I think. I’ve had the hots for him for a long time, but I didn’t want to upset him by making a pass at my own son. And you look a LOT like him. He’s short and very furry for his age, like you. With a nice big butt. He wrestled in high school and now in college, too.” I just smiled. This was getting really good. “The other thing I should tell you is that Mike is my brother.” I suddenly realized I had died and gone to heaven. The whole story quickly tumbled out of Justin while he laid next to me, playing with my nipples. “Mike’s younger and came out when we were teenagers, but I thought I should get married and have kids, so I did. Dumb move. My wife eventually discovered me in bed fucking another guy and divorced my ass. We’re on good terms now, but it was hard on her and on Jake. He was only 8 when we split up. That was 10 years ago. I’ve been really involved in his life, but he doesn’t know I like men.” Justin reached over for his phone and showed me a picture of himself with a boy of about 20, who did look a lot like me. He was shorter than Justin, with a thick mop of curly dark hair and chest hair coming out of the top of his tank top. In the picture they were standing by a lake, holding up fish for the camera. I immediately had a jolt of recognition. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and told him to hold on a second. He looked confused, and then I found it. A series of Grindr messages with THE SAME KID. We had never hooked up but we were both students at the same university and had flirted online, but never met IRL. I remembered joking with him that we were the hairiest guys under 20 in Chicago. His profile said he was gay and he’d joked with me about being kind of slutty. Isn’t every 20 year old gay guy slutty? I handed the phone to Justin, smirked and said “well Daddy man, maybe you look at this.” His jaw hit the floor as he scrolled through the messages between me and his son Jake. Then he opened the kid’s unlocked pictures, whistling loudly. “FUUUUUUUCK. I knew it. He has a big furry ass just like yours.” In the ass pic, Jake was looking at the camera, smirking like he knew how fine his ass was. He was right, it was a helluva nice ass. He was just waiting for men to admire it, and I’m sure they did, in abundance. “And he’s gay? OMG.” Justin laid back on the bed breathing hard, and handed my phone back to me. I had just blown a hole in his world in a way that he absolutely did not expect. “We’ve never met in person,” I said. “We just flirted a few times on Grindr because we both live on campus. Since I’m new there I was trying to meet gay friends, both for sex and just to hang out with. But because of his wrestling practice and meet schedule we’ve never managed to figure out a time to hang out.” I grinned at Justin. “Are you OK? I know this has to be freaking you out a little bit, especially considering how you just fucked me.” He laughed and said “Oh yeah, it’s just going to take me a little time to sort this through in my head.” As soon as he said that, the door clicked and in walked Mike. I set the phone back on the nightstand. “Well if it isn’t two of my favorite pigs.” He walked in the door, set his gym bag down and proceeded to start stripping off his shorts and tank top. He’d clearly just come from the gym and was dripping sweat. “I see you two got acquainted,” Mike said walking over to the bed and tapping on the buttplug that was securely shoved up my ass. I shook my ass at him and moaned loudly again, realizing that my hole was feeling very empty, despite the thick plug. I knew just who to ask to fill it. Mike was only wearing a jockstrap and I grinned at him and begged him “Please, can I suck your cock, mister?” Playing the innocent boy, looking up at him with my sexy green eyes that I knew he loved. “Why the fuck aren’t you sucking it already, faggot?” We all laughed and I scooted over and started playing with Mike’s cock through his jock. Then I pulled the sexy pouch aside and his big, meaty uncut dick flopped out, half hard already. I slid it in my mouth where it belonged and grabbed onto his ass to pull it all the way into my throat. Mike moaned and I could see that he and Justin were making out and I heard a click and a lighter go on. I looked up and Justin was holding a glass bong and sucking white smoke out of it which he then blew into Mike’s lungs. Justin tapped on my shoulder, and I came up off Mike’s fat cock and he passed another shotgun to me. I immediately went back down on Mike’s cock, taking it all the way into my throat, just like he taught me. He kept moaning while making out with Justin. Finally Mike came up for air, and said “come on Jakey, you want Uncle Mike’s cock in your pretty little hairy cunt?” I relinquished his delicious cock from my mouth and immediately turned around and put my ass in the air, arching my back like a good fuck toy. “Yes, Uncle Mike! Please use my pussy!” Mike laughed and hawked a loogie into my hole, then I saw Justin tuck something under Mike’s foreskin. Mike quickly slid his entire fat cock into my hole and I was in heaven again. After a few thrusts, I could feel something warm in my hole and said “what the…..?” They both laughed and said “don’t worry Jake, you’re gonna love it.” I could feel the warmth spreading through my ass and realized they had given me more drugs up my butt hole. All I could do was moan and beg Mike to fuck me hard. He slapped my ass and proceeded to start pounding me good. I was in cumdump faggot heaven. Justin moved on top of me and spread his ass cheeks wide and sat his furry hole down on my face. I ate him ravenously, smelling his deliciously sweaty butt and running my tongue up and down his crack, then shoving it as far up his hole as I could. I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him down as far as I could onto my tongue, while I ate his hole like I hadn’t had a meal in a week. It was fucking amazing. Smelling his manly hole while my cunt was getting fucked hard made me one happy spun little fag boy. While I was eating Justin’s ass, he would occasionally lift up and then turn around so he could make out with me, tasting his hole on my face and in my goatee. Then he would turn around and plant his big Daddy hole on my tongue again and I continued my meal. Meantime, Mike kept fucking me hard, and after about 15 minutes, he started to pound my hole really hard and pushed my legs back as far as he could, Justin held them in place for him. Spewing a never ending stream of dirty talk, calling me every name he could think of, faggot, whore, pig, slut, cumdump, he finally shot an enormous load in my boy pussy. While he was calling me every filthy name in the book all I could do was mumble because my mouth was full of daddy hole. Justin cheered him onI could feel his cock pulsate and the shots fire into my hole, pushing his brother’s load further into my ass.I was so high I couldn’t really speak, all I could do was hang on for dear life while my tongue fucked Justin’s hole and Mike raped my cunt. Finally, we all disentangled from each other and spread out on Justin’s king sized hotel bed, catching our breath. I was completely spent, but my hole was telling my brain MORE MORE MORE. I was vibrating and my hole was on fire. Mike grabbed the buttplug from the mess of sheets on the bed and shoved it back in my cunt. “There. You need that plug to keep those loads in. We’re not done with you. Not by a long shot.” He grinned and grabbed the back of my head, kissing me deeply and with great affection. I melted. These hot Daddies were not only paying attention to me, they were lavishing me with some of the greatest feelings I’d ever had. When we’d all come back to earth a bit, Justin smiled at me and said “Well, should we tell him?” Mike got a puzzled look on his face, and said “tell me what?” I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone and showed him the Grindr conversations I’d had with the REAL Jake. Mike burst out laughing and said “well that makes things more interesting, doesn’t it? Why don’t you just invite him over, Adam? What’s the worst that can happen? He says no?” I smirked and looked at Justin. This was his call. He was paying for my ass and he had a few more hours on the clock. All night if he wanted. I just looked at Justin and said “Well?” He’s your kid. What do you wanna do?” Justin was high and horny and his cock was rock hard again with the head just peeking out of his thick foreskin. He just looked at us and said “fuck it. Sure. Why not. He’s probably busy anyway.” So I messaged Jake. Grindr said he was online and it was Friday night so he might very well be looking for some dick. He replied right away and I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was just horny and looking for some fun and asked me if I wanted to “hang out.” I said sure, but explained that I was at a buddy’s hotel room downtown and did he want to join us for a group thing. I thought the phone was going to explode he answered so quickly. “FUCK YES” was the answer. At Justin’s prompting, I told him to take a cab or Uber and my friend would pay for it since he could make it a business expense. He responded that he would be there in 20 minutes. I was giving Justin and Mike a play by play as this was happening and I was laying between them with them idly playing with my tits and cock. The trap was set. Wait until Jake found out what the surprise was.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XII: HEADING TO THE RETIREMENT POZZING PARTY Clay walked in a tossed his backpack down on the couch and plopped himself down as well, with a relieved sigh: “I’m sorry for just showing up like this, Uncle Randy, but my Dad didn’t know where else I should go.” I’m a little pissed that this sudden family crisis has interrupted my plans for today, which was lunch with Eric and Keith… “Don’t you have a boyfriend, Clay,? “ I asked, trying not to sound too irritated, and hoping I can drop him off at his BFs. “Nah, I just said that to piss off my Mom,” he laughed “she deserved it for being such a bitch about it.” He was not going to get any argument from me about his Mom. I couldn’t stand her 23 years ago and my opinion of the judgmental hypocrite has only declined over the years. “Anyway,” Clay continued, “ I’m just as likely to have a girlfriend as a boyfriend, I don’t do labels. I fucked plenty of guys and girls in college, sometimes at the same time.” “OK,” I responded with a laugh, and thinking to myself that my hot nephew has not the pure innocent his mother thought he was for some time now. “You got a lot of tats now, Uncle Randy.” It was then that I realized I hadn’t put on a shirt after Richie left. “Does that one,” he pointed at my biohazard symbol, “mean anything special?” “What do you think it means, Clay?” “Looks to me like you’re HIV+ which is cool you got a tat to commemorate it, if that’s the right word,” “Absolutely the right word, Clay – commemorate! I like the sound of that.” To this, he just kind of shrugs. He’s impressively unimpressed by my poz status and doesn’t bother to ask about the two “X”s next to the biotat. “Hey Uncle Randy, mind if I get some sleep now?” he asked, and I showed him to the guest room, clearing aside several pieces of leather and sex-stuff I had stored in there, including a leather harness with biohaz designs on the shoulder straps. “Let me get this stuff out of the way,” I said, making room on the dresser for him. “I’m going to a…convention…in a couple of weeks and this is just some stuff for that.” “Cool, OK,” he replied, as laid back and unbothered by POZ merch as I could have hoped him to be. Maybe he was tired from lack of sleep and it hadn’t registered fully with him or maybe he just didn’t care. I got him some sheets and towels and shut the door and let him rest for awhile. I had some work meeting to deal with and before I knew it, it was past 3:00 PM, when Clay emerged from his room, he had on his underwear and a T-shirt and his sandy hair was a mess, but damn my nephew looked fine. We exchanged pleasantries and I made him something to eat, and as he ate, he asked me “So what is this ‘convention’ you’re going to? Now, I had told him it was a “convention,” but what was really planned was a “conversion.” Eric,, Keith and I were each going to a well-appointed 6-bedroom rental house in the mountains near Lake Tahoe, and we were each gonna bring along a poz-toxic friend – Benny had already accepted my invitation as my “POZ PLUS ONE” , and we were encouraged to bring as many neg chasers as we can get to poz up. So there’d be 6 gifters all together, hopefully a bunch of neg holes to poz up with HIV. It was something we’d been planning for months now – a whole week of poz fucking lucky neg bottoms right into the HIV brotherhood and a whole lot more Xs to get tatted on ourselves indicating the spreading of precious HIV seed. The following day, Clay already had a temp job lined up, so I had my lunch with the boys. It was at the postponed lunch I had the next day with Eric and my pozzer Keith that Eric told me more of the long weekend plans. “It’s also my retirement party,” he said. “I’m retiring from gifting. It’s time to go on meds. I had a great run, pozzed over 50 guys, including that waiter,” he said, pointing over to the tall hot waiter with the ebony skin and beautiful butt in his tight pants. “But the doctor told me I’m on the next level now, so I hope I can get a few more conversions with my AIDS-seed and then go on meds. “At some point, it happens to us all, Randy,” Keith added. I’m watching my VL as well and I still definitely want to make 50 converts but I’ll probably hang it up then as well. 50 is a nice round number to have infected into the brotherhood. I can retire proudly knowing I upgraded 50 with my strain. And our doc has finally figured that so few of his patients respond to the meds cuz so few actually take them.” “Was he angry with you?” I asked Keith, the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor’s hot serial-pozzing nurse. “Nah, he figured something was happening,” Keith answered “’You had your fun, now take care of yourself,’” he said. “I told him I wasn’t quite ready to curtail my fun but I would at some point.” And what fun infecting all these guys it was! Eric had just gotten his 5th X, signifying 50 known pozzings. He also was a regular at the local sex club sticking his poz cock through many a glory hole and breeding bottoms at will, as well as attending the infamous Biohazard Party in Spain a few times, so how many he’s truly knocked up will never really be known. As for Keith, he just got inked with his 4th, infiltrating his viral seed into 40 once-neg, now-enhanced poz holes. And as for me, I was nearing my 30th known conversion – Richie from the other night and a couple others already in the poz pipeline would get me there, just waiting on the beautiful results when some hole I bred a few weeks prior texts me a pic of his test with the two lines – it’s such a power rush to the head, filling me with pride at my accomplishment and a bolt of electricity through me, straight down to my poz pole and re-filling my balls with potent viral babies for the next conversion. The rest of the lunch was us prolific pozzers swapping breeding stories and planning our poz retreat in the woods overlooking Lake Tahoe. At one point, Eric headed off to the mens room to meet the waiter, Bryce…They returned a few minutes later. “Recharged him,” he announced to us; we just nodded in understanding. For the next two weeks, I hadn’t seen much of Clay – his temp job was in an office someplace and he would go out after work, finally coming in around midnight every night, then he’d get up early and be out the door in the morning. He was saving up for an apartment of his own and I told him it was fine to stay at my place awhile longer. One Saturday afternoon when he was home, he looked up from his phone and remarked “I hear around the neighborhood you and your buds are pretty notorious.” “How so,” I asked him, trying not to give too much away. I had no idea how he felt about bugchasing or gifting. “You and your friends Eric and Keith are fucking a lot of guys who are chasing that,” he said, pointing to my biotat and X’s inked across my abdomen. “That’s true,” I admitted to my nephew. In fact, the little trip I’m taking next week to Tahoe is a party just for that purpose.” “I’ve never been to Tahoe – can I come?” “To do what, Clay?, I quizzically asked him, “you know the point is for Eric and Keith and me to poz up some neg holes. Eric will be going on his meds after the Tahoe trip so it’s kind of a *retirement party* for him.” “I’d be down with getting pozzed up by him,” he stated matter-of-factly, barely looking up from his phone, “I figure PrEP is one pill a day and so is HIV for most guys – one pill a day. Might as well get it over with.” “Just so you know,” I cautioned, “it’s not exactly that for everyone. Your mileage may var, maybe talk to this doctor I know.” Unbothered by my warning, he turned his phone around to show me he was looking at Eric’s BZ profile. “Plus, he’s hot as fuck. Imagine having that strain inside me! I like your bud Keith as well. I put it together from your BZ pages that it was Keith who turned you poz, is that right?” “Yep,” I replied to my nephew, a bit sheepishly. I’m not sure why I was hesitant to discuss this with him, we have barely seen each other over the last 15 years and I certainly don’t care what his parents think. “So, let me come with you to Tahoe,” Clay continued. If I can get tagged by Eric and Keith, I’d be happy and with my track record, it’s just a matter of time ‘til I get pozzed so might as well be by a couple of hot guys I want to hook up with.” And that’s how I found myself driving up to Lake Tahoe with Benny, the formerly shy bear who was one of my first I infected with my HIV, riding shotgun, and in the back seat was my nephew Clay. When they greeted each other at my front door this morning, Benny just arriving from the airport, they embraced and kissed deeply and I had to remind them we had a 6-hour drive ahead of us. As we drove, I regaled them with the info on the two bottoms from the Tahoe area that I had been chatting with were also making their way to the mountain house: Aaron, 30, shoulder-length brown hair, a hot slim bod from being a marathon runner and from what I could tell from his pics, an almost-hair free torso and butt. Benny the bear would like him a lot. Byron, 23, a hot mixed-race casino worker from Reno. We had been trying to arrange a pozzing session but our schedules never lined up – but when I told him about the conversion week in Tahoe and sent pics of Eric, Keith and Benny, he quickly cleared his work schedule and said he’d be there. Byron already had a tattoo on his lower back reading “CUM DUMP,” so he was a pro at taking loads but hadn’t yet been able to level-up to poz. Somewhere north of Bakersfield, Benny suggests a pit stop at a convenience store and he and Clay go inside while I fill up the tank. They are in there for over 10 minutes as I wait. Finally, they emerge with drinks and snacks from the store, into the desert heat,, Benny strips off his shirt in to reveal his biohaz and scorpion tats and 2 black X’s, meaning he’s got 20 known pozzings under his belt. Clay turns to look at touches the tats and as they make their way to the car, they both pile in the back seat, pawing at each other like the animals they are. “Guys, can you wait ‘til we get there,” I say, sounding like a prude and instantly ashamed of my tone. But we are in a very public place so I put the car in drive and pull out of the parking lot and back onto the highway. “We already fucked a couple of minutes in the bathroom back there,” Benny relayed, “but someone was knocking on the door, so we got snacks instead.” As I’m driving, the two of them are getting back to where they were interrupted in the truck stop mens room. Benny has Clay’s pants pulled down and is tonguing his hole, getting it ready for Benny’s poz cock to invade and spray its venom inside him. “Getting poz fucked in the back of this car,” Clay breathlessly says, “Haven’t even made it to Tahoe yet and I might be going in pozzed up.” “It’s your uncle’s strain I’m passing on to you, Clay, so good chance it’s happening right here, right now,” Benny says, spitting on his cock and sliding it up my nephew’s manhole, right there in back of me, and at 70mph. “Poz me up, Sir,” Clay calls out. After a couple of minutes, he and Benny have changed position…for a big bear of a man, Benny is surprisingly adept at the intricacies of car sex as he and Clay flip over and Clay is now riding on Benny’s poz weapon. This continues for a few minutes, my nephew’s head rising and falling as he rides my poz progeny’s cock straight into the brotherhood. Suddenly, he dismounts off Benny and turns him around and announces his intentions: “I’m gonna fuck my last neg load into your hole, man!” And with that, he is plunging his substantial cock up Benny’s ass, thrusting it deep inside the hairy poz bear and blowing his neg load deep inside him. “Fucking take my load,” as he gyrates his body 7 or 8 times into Benny. My poz son takes the gift and with one motion, raises Clay off him and lowers him down onto Benny’s pozzing stick which I can see from the rearview mirror, looks ready to blow. Benny is shuddering and shaking as his toxic seed fills my nephew with the viral gift he was looking for. “Welcome to the beautiful world of HIV, kid,” Benny asserts, flexing up into Clay’s insides to get every last drop of the poison into the young man. I have to admit I was initially reluctant to think about my brother’s son that way, but this scene playing out in the car’s back seat has got my poz dick out and rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I’m still concentrating on my driving when Benny pops up behind me and offers to drive. “You wanna give him some original strain, Randy? I’ll take the wheel, you take his hole.” With that Clay lays flat on the back seat and opens up his legs, his beautiful nearly hairless hole shimmering with the remnants of Benny’s poz load, and I quickly pull over and join him in the back. My poz cock is streaming a rope of viral precum and I don’t bother to wait for Clay to get comfortable, I just drive it in to the open hole. Having had the scene of Benny and Clay in my mind already, I know this will be only a few strokes up my nephew’s butt before I christen his insides with the AIDS-load I’m packing, I quickly thrust it like a jackrabbit and then blow about 9 spurts of loaded-up jizz up his hole. “Boy is pozzed now for sure,” Benny calls out from the drivers’ seat, and as I push the last bits of my bug into Clay’s pozzed-up hole, Benny announces “Only 200 miles to go to Tahoe and non-stop poz on neg fucking!” Man, this is gonna be a good trip.

The Birthday Gift 🎉 The crisp spring night air holds a touch of excitement that night as two young lovers walk hand in hand down a bustling sidewalk, but they hardly notice, they only have eyes for each other. To a passer-by they make a fetching couple of opposites, one is tall, the other is shorter, one has dark hair and the other strawberry blond, with the only obvious similarity being the blinding smiles plastered on their faces. “Where are we going?” asks the young man with strawberry blond hair. The young man with dark curls chuckles, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with mischief at the question. “I told you, Seven, it’s a surprise for your birthday.” Seven pouts, his pink lower lip looking particularly kissable in the moment, so his lover leans over and quickly gives him a peck. “Don’t pout, babe, I promise, you’ll love it.” “I better, Liam, or you’ll be going without tonight,” Seven teases, which makes Liam’s lips disappear in a tight line. “Now who’s pouting?” “You are so lucky we’re in public,” Liam says with a touch of a dark seductive edge to his voice, “otherwise I’d thoroughly remind you what you’d be missing out on if you made good on that threat.” Seven gulps and almost instantly his cock jumps at the mere mention of their bedroom activities; his reaction only gets worse when his now half-hard cock rubs against his tight blue shorts in the process. He wants to be upset over his predicament and blame his loving boyfriend but there’s something almost palpable in the anticipation and he wants to ride this feeling out for as long as possible. Then he wants to ride Liam’s cock even longer. They cross over two more streets and cut through an alley before arriving at a nondescript building that could’ve otherwise gone unnoticed had it not been for the line of people outside and two large men standing by the entrance. Seven grips onto Liam’s hand as his boyfriend confidently walking past the entire line up to the two men by the door. He reaches into his pocket and produces two cards, which he hands to one of the men, who then opens the door. Seven can’t help but giggle at the loud groans that follow them as they head into the building. The door closes and the pair are instantly swallowed by loud, pulsating music, strobe lighting, and— “Foam!” Seven shrieks but it’s drowned out by the music and energy around them. Indeed, there is multi-coloured foam flooding the room, about knee-deep on most patrons but some areas it’s up to thighs and waists. Seven reaches down and scoops some up in his hands, smelling the light scent that reminds him of a specific soap brand before reaching over to throw it in Liam’s face. Liam sputters and spits out what got on his mouth while Seven laughs hysterically, only to be met by a face-full of foam not a second later. They look at each other for a moment before breaking down in giggles and tears at the sheer ridiculousness of the moment. Seven wipes the foam off his mouth before reaching up to kiss Liam. “Thank you,” he says when he pulls away, “I can’t believe you found a club that does foam parties!” “It took some research, but I found this place thanks to some online tips,” Liam says as he takes Seven’s hand and goes to the bar. He orders their usual – two rum and colas – and they take up two stools while they wait. “I know you’ve always wanted to go to one.” Seven nods. “Ever since I heard about them! Thank you so much for this, baby! Best birthday present ever! I love you!” “I love you, too,” says Liam with a soft smile. He can hardly believe that this amazing person is his boyfriend, his for the past several years. There’s another gift he has for Seven, it’s currently resting in his pocket, but he has a plan for that too and it’s for after their night out at the club. They get their drinks along with a small plate of appetizers, enjoying the moment as they watch others dance in the foam, looking completely free and happy. Seven can’t wait to join them, to be part of that feeling. His skin tingles in anticipation and he bounces in his seat to the beat of the music, hardly able to keep himself from jumping straight into the throng of people writhing and moving on the dancefloor. The second they finish their food, Seven grabs Liam’s hand and drags him right into the centre of the dancers, then proceeds to press his back against Liam’s chest and grind his ass into his cock with the music. Liam’s hands grip his waist, and his face sits in the crook of his neck where he peppers soft kisses into Seven’s pale skin, nipping him every few kisses until a red mark blooms. Then he licks the mark and relishes in the way Seven squirms in his grip. He doesn’t think he could get any happier than standing here with this wonderful man in his arms. Three songs pass with Seven firmly planted against Liam, not even a breath of space between them as they dance in the foam. Seven occasionally reaches down to get a handful of foam to play with, either smearing it on Liam’s face or his own or even their bare torsos – they lost their shirts at some point during song two, not that they care, they were cheap white t-shirts Liam bought anticipating this exact situation. Seven is definitely enjoying his birthday surprise, pleased beyond words that his boyfriend took the time to find a place that does events like these, and even happier he paid the money to get them in the club. Seven’s euphoric bubble is burst when Liam squeezes his hips and says, “Hey, I need to use the washroom, come with me.” Seven glares at him over his shoulder. “No, I’m staying right here.” “Babe, I don’t want to have to try and find you,” Liam insists. “Please come with me.” “No, this is my night and I’m not leaving this dancefloor until security has to drag me out,” Seven replies petulantly and he shoves Liam’s hands off before he disappears into the crowd of dancers. It’s a petty move but he doesn’t care right now, he’s annoyed and slightly tipsy and high off the energy in the room. He’ll deal with the consequences later, right now he’s focused on enjoying himself. He finds himself a free spot close to the wall and one of the speakers with a small mountain of foam completely untouched, so he claims it in his name and starts dancing like nobody’s watching. Unknown to Seven, someone’s watching him closely. The song ends and Seven takes a breath as he waits for the next one to start; Liam still hasn’t joined him, so he figures he’s either lost, still in the washroom, or ignoring him until one of them – mostly Seven – apologizes for their argument. Seven has no intentions of apologizing until the club closes so Liam will have to pout for a few more hours. He’s content with this plan, at least for now. A new song starts and Seven prepares to start dancing when something warm and large settles on his hips, he startles and looks down. There’s a pair of sun-kissed hands that are definitely not his or Liam’s touching him. He looks behind him and sees a bright pair of green eyes staring at him. “Hi,” says the man, his voice sounds like caramel over gravel and Seven shivers. The man leans closer and puts his mouth by Seven’s ear. He’s a few inches taller than him – probably taller than Liam – so it almost feels like he’s hunching over. “Mind if I dance with you?” Seven considers pushing the man away and going back to his own private party but the thought of this gorgeous creature dancing with him is too tempting to resist so he shakes his head. “It’s fine!” his voice barely carries over the music. The man pulls back and flashes him a dazzling white smile before pulling Seven flush against his clothed torso. The grey tank top brushes against Seven’s back deliciously and he groans softly, sure the other man can’t hear him over the sounds of the music and thumping base. They grind in time with the beat, new guy’s hands stay firmly on Seven’s hips even when Seven decides to be bold and rest his head on the man’s shoulder. It feels so nice to be so close to him, even if he doesn’t know who the hell this guy is, and he’ll take whatever he can get for as long as he can. Liam is Seven’s first and only boyfriend, they met shortly after Seven came out openly and have been inseparable ever since; and while he loves Liam, Seven laments the lost time of exploring himself and his sexuality more. Liam has been his only lover, which sounds romantic, but Seven has found himself craving something else of late. This man behind him seems to be enough to scratch that itch. When the music ends, Seven fully expects the man to leave and move on to another dance partner, so imagine his surprise when not only does the man not leave but his grip gets tighter and more possessive. Seven looks over and sees the man already looking at him from under his mess of beach hair – if he never learns his name, Seven will call him Beach God or BG for short. “You’re so fucking hot,” Beach God says in Seven’s ear, and he shivers again hearing BG’s voice, especially so close. “Are you here alone?” Seven shrugs. “I came with someone, but we had a fight so now I’m on my own.” “His loss,” BG says and Seven can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers trail up to brush at the top of Seven’s shorts, dipping beneath the waistband just enough for the callouses on his fingers to find soft skin. “Hey, I know we just shared a dance but wanna have some real fun?” “Maybe,” Seven says as his skin flushes from BG’s touch. In the back of his mind, he knows he should say no, say the person he’s with is his boyfriend and not some random date, but when BG’s fingers go lower and start rubbing the soft skin near his cock, his mind blanks and he moans. That’s all the encouragement BG seems to need. BG’s large hand moves from the shaved skin surrounding Seven’s soft cock, to directly over his cock, cupping it easily. He fondles Seven with gentle but determined movements as his other hand travels up Seven’s torso, stopping on his chest to tease and pinch his rosy nipples. Without the support of BG’s firm chest behind him, Seven is sure he would’ve collapsed by now, his knees are already buckling under the overwhelming sensations of BG’s hand on his cock, the delicious way he’s teasing his nipples, and the knowledge that what he’s doing with this guy is so bad but feels so good at the same time. He wonders if Liam is looking for him, but that thought is quickly chased out of his mind when BG speaks again. “Look at me and open your mouth.” Seven complies easily, turning leisurely towards BG’s face and opening his mouth as requested. BG leans in and shoves his tongue straight into Seven’s mouth, his mouth creates a tight seal around Seven’s as his tongue licks around. Seven is helpless to stop or even keep up with him, content on letting him explore his mouth like a starving man while he loses himself in the feeling of BG’s touches. He nearly jumps out of his skin when BG’s long middle finger brushes firmly against his entrance, which breaks their lip lock, but BG hardly seems concerned. Instead he’s far more focused on shoving his hand further into Seven’s shorts to get to his hole. Seven reaches down and tries to stop the wandering hand as it goes another inch deeper. “Hey, stop, you’re going to rip my shorts.” BG snorts as he rubs the tip of his finger against Seven’s entrance, watching with amusement as Seven’s eyes roll back in his head. He curls his fingertip just enough that it catches on the rim and pushes in slightly; Seven presses down further, hoping to get more of the thick finger inside but is disappointed when nothing more happens. “What a dirty slut,” BG whispers to Seven as he pulls his finger away just enough to tease the outside rim. “Thinking you can fuck yourself on my finger. You want that pretty hole filled, don’t you, baby boy?” “Yes,” Seven whines as he moves his hips in search of the finger that felt divine inside him. “Please give it to me, sir. Please.” “Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” BG says, licking a long strip from Seven’s collarbone to his lips, dipping his tongue inside Seven’s hot mouth for a brief moment before pulling away. “Fuck you taste good, baby boy.” “So do you,” Seven says, barely able to hold himself up at this point as he nearly leans his full weight against BG, who is now leaning against a wall. BG smirks at Seven’s blissed out expression with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips still wet with their spit. BG pulls both hands back and before Seven has a chance to complain, he hears a ripping sound. His eyes fly open, and he looks down to see BG ripping the side of his shorts. He reaches down to stop him from completing the tear. “Stop!” he says somewhat desperately. “I told you before not to do that!” “They’re in the way.” “I can take them off, just give me a chance—” BG overpowers Seven’s grip and finishes ripping the fabric from the top to the bottom along the seam. Seven is appalled. BG rips the other side just as easily as the first and tosses the fabric into the foam. “Fucker! Now how am I supposed to go home? I have nothing to wear!” BG shrugs. “I’ll fix that later.” Seven goes to protest again but he’s silenced by BG’s tongue sliding into his mouth as his hands resume their original positions, only this time his finger is able to move more freely than when trapped in Seven’s shorts and BG easily slides up to his second knuckle into Seven’s hot entrance. He pulls away and gives him a knowing look. “Little slut prepped himself already.” “Always prepared,” Seven replies with a dopey grin. It quickly disappears when BG starts moving his finger, making him moan almost loud enough to be heard over the music. He’s vaguely aware that there are people around them, and that he can feel eyes on him, but he can’t find it in him to care. If anything, it turns him on more. It isn’t long before BG adds a second finger to distract him from the gaze of the crowd around him, which stretches him wider than he’s ever felt before, and he winces slightly when BG starts to scissor. “Just relax, baby boy,” BG says kindly. “You’ll never take my cock if you can’t take my fingers.” Hearing that makes something in Seven snap and he becomes determined to take whatever BG has to give him. He forces his body to relax and soon the burn from being stretched subsides and he starts moaning shamelessly as BG teases his fingertips over his prostate, never giving enough pressure to get him off but just enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body. He’s fairly certain at this point the only reason he’s still standing is because of the fingers in his ass and BG’s solid body. When BG puts a third finger inside, the stretch hardly hurts, and he finds himself grinding down shamelessly on all of the fingers filling him to the brim. His legs give out completely when all three fingers rub on and around his prostate, hitting him from all possible angles. He vaguely feels fabric moving against his bare ass and wonders if BG is taking off his shirt. Then the fingers are removed from his hole in one swift movement, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. “Patience, baby boy,” BG says as he manhandles Seven more securely into his hold. He turns him around, so they are chest to chest then lifts him by the thighs, spreading his legs as he hoists him up, before pushing him against a wall. The wall is covered in sound dampening panels, so it isn’t cold when Seven’s hot skin touches it, but it is rough. He groans slightly. With Seven’s legs still spread as wide as they can, BG situates himself between them, his cock now out of his own shorts. He moves Seven a bit until his hole is lined up with the tip of his leaking cock then he presses it inside. Seven moves enough to break away from the intruding cock and shakes his head. “No, no, this isn’t right.” He tries to move away, to free himself but BG’s hold is too tight, and escape becomes almost impossible when he pushes more weight against Seven to pin him to the wall. “You were so eager for my cock, baby boy, what happened?” “I have a boyfriend!” BG can’t help but chuckle. “So, you have no problem with me stripping you naked and shoving my fingers and tongue in you, but when I go to put my cock in, that’s the line? You’re such a cute idiot.” “Then please don’t go in raw!” BG pays him no mind and he moves one of Seven’s legs over his shoulder, then uses his free hand to guide his cock back to Seven’s hole and wastes no time in pushing inside, groaning slightly at the tightness and heat that envelope him. Seven is shaking in his grip as he struggles with taking the entire cock, feeling every inch as it fills him more than BG’s fingers could ever dream. He feels like he’s being split in half. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, BG is completely inside, and he lets out an airy sigh while Seven continues to shake as tears roll down his cheeks. BG leans down and pecks his lips softly. “Such a good boy, you took every inch,” he praises and Seven whimpers, whether from pain or the praise, BG doesn’t really care. “You feel so good, so nice and tight even after I prepped you. Such a good little slut.” Seven isn’t sure how or if he should respond, so he just nods. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel good soon,” BG whispers in his ear. “You’ll feel good and forget your boyfriend’s name.” He then licks some of the tears on Seven’s cheek and puts Seven’s other leg over his shoulder, folding him practically in half while his hands grip tightly to Seven’s hips. BG rolls his a few times before pulling out until just the tip is still inside then thrusting roughly back into Seven’s hole. He repeats the actions of grinding before pulling out and slamming in until he sets a steady rhythm of thrusting and grinding that works best for the position. He looks down and watches in mild fascination as his cock disappears into Seven and then back out. He loses himself in watching, focused on his thick ruddy cock pulling and pushing on Seven’s rosy rim, when he thrusts in, he pauses for a moment to appreciate the contrast of their skin tones, his so tan compared to Seven’s pale complexion. Then he adjusts his grip so his hands are holding onto the soft globes of Seven’s perky ass, and he spreads them as wide as he can before resuming his rough pace. He looks at Seven – who is clearly lost in the pleasure despite his protests – with eyes closed and mouth open as moans and gasps are punched out of him in time with BG’s movements. BG leans in and slips his tongue into Seven’s open mouth, not even bothering to try and seal their mouths together – Seven seems to be breathing exclusively through his mouth at the moment – and lets his tongue play with Seven’s almost lazily compared to how hard and fast his hips are moving. The contrast amuses him, with his tongue making love to Seven’s mouth while his cock fucks him ruthlessly; what catches him off-guard is when Seven reaches behind him and presses his head, so their mouths are together just as he lets out a high-pitched moan. BG feels hot spend trickle down Seven’s hips and onto his hands and he groans into Seven’s mouth. He pulls his mouth away and doubles down on his efforts to reach his own release, chasing the high as heat pools in his groin. Seven moans wantonly, his entire body buzzing from overstimulation as BG pounds harder into his hole until finally he feels something hot fill him to the brim and it’s enough to push him over the edge a second time. “Oh fuck!” he screams as his cock releases more ropes of thick spend, “I’m coming!” “Fuck,” BG gasps, giving a few weak thrusts to ride out the aftershocks from Seven’s ass constricting with his second orgasm. Neither man can move afterwards, their bodies still connected, both covered in fluids. “So perfect,” BG says before pecking Seven’s lips again. “So good.” Seven manages a lazy smile. He winces sharply when BG pulls his cock out. “It’s okay, baby boy,” BG reassures as he moves to keep Seven pinned against the wall while he takes his tank top off, which he then puts on Seven as best he can in their current position; he’s sure by the limp way Seven feels in his grip, if he put him on the ground, he’d collapse. Then he gently moves Seven’s legs down back to the ground, one hand always wrapped around his back, and finishes pulling down the tank top so everything to midthigh is covered. BG then scoops Seven up in his arms and kisses him softly again. “I’m taking you back to my place,” he says as he starts walking through the crowd of people still dancing, it’s somewhat less than before but still enough to keep BG from rushing out of the building. Despite how heavy his eyes feel, Seven is still awake enough to see people are indeed staring at them, some with jealousy, others with their cocks in hand or in someone else’s hand. He tries to smirk, but his body is too exhausted to comply. In the back of his mind, he does find it odd that some people are gaping at BG’s back, like there’s something of interest there, and maybe there is, Seven hasn’t seen it yet. Maybe it looks just as chiselled as his front and those people haven’t seen muscles sculpted by the gods before. “Sleepy,” Seven replies followed by a kitten like yawn. BG chuckles. “You sleep, baby boy, because that ass is mine when we get home.” Seven nods as he drifts off to sleep while BG pushes through to the exit. Once he’s free of the dance floor, BG notices a sulky young man at the bar who suddenly jumps up when he sees BG and immediately, he realizes this is the boyfriend. Boyfriend comes striding over with a murderous look in his eye but one quick gesture from BG to a nearby bouncer and he’s stopped before he can reach BG and his sleeping beauty. “But that’s my boyfriend!” Liam protests, looking helplessly between the bouncer and the man carrying his boyfriend. He then sees that Seven is asleep and wearing a grey tank top he knows he didn’t arrive in and by the size, he guesses it belongs to the man carrying him. When the man shifts Seven, he catches a glimpse under the shirt and sees Seven, is completely nude! Now staring at his boyfriend, Liam then sees pinkish and thick fluid leaking from Seven’s ass. Liam’s heart shatters. “Should I throw him out, boss?” the bouncer asks, and BG shakes his head. “Nah, just hold him until I leave,” he replies with a smirk. BG then turns so Liam can properly see both men. “By the way, he did mention you, once.” Liam tries to glare at him through the tears. “Fuck you!” “Pretty boy already did,” BG smugly says. “Have a good night, Boyfriend.” BG then heads for the door, Liam is still being held back by the bouncer, and just as he readies some insult or curse, the words die in his throat when he sees BG’s back. Tattooed between BG’s shoulder blades is a massive, Black Scorpion. 🦂

"You wanna get gangbanged?" I had barely logged into the app when the message flashed onto my screen. My hole was hungry, itching to be stretched and filled. So naturally, I responded. "Fuck yes." "Cool," came the reply, followed by three different dick pics. None appeared to be shorter than seven or eight inches. Two were big black cocks, one cut and one uncut with just the right amount of foreskin. The third was white, cut and smooth and girthy. My saliva glands instantly went into overdrive. I sent back a couple of pics of my ass, including my favorite - the one taken by a guy after he and his friend bred me one night in a hotel room in NYC. It captured the moment that both of their loads started leaking out of my gaped hole. I used it as a signal that I was into bottoming bare. "Where and when?" I asked. It turned out that the guy who contacted me had a room at a hotel just around the corner from my place. Talk about kismet! He told me his friends were on their way, and would be there within the half hour. Perfect - just enough time for me to shower and get ready. Before I did, though, I had to ask. "You guys fuck raw or covered?" "Raw is law," he replied, a grinning devil face emoji punctuating his response. I set my phone down and headed to the bathroom to prep, hoping that when I picked it up again the message would not have disappeared. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded. Not only had he messaged again to let me know his friends had arrived, he had included the room number and told me to knock when I arrived. I quickly dressed and responded to him. "Give me 5-10 minutes." Not waiting for his reply, I slipped my feet into some shoes, grabbed my poppers and a small tube of lube and headed out the door. The light at the end of my street seemed to take for-fucking-ever to turn green, but at last I swung my car out onto the main road, and after less than a half-mile I turned into the hotel parking lot. I found a spot and cut the motor. My stomach was in knots with nervous anticipation. I took a hit from my brown bottle to calm them. I felt my heart rate tick up as a warm glow spread across my body and my head got a little fuzzy. Taking out my phone, I sent him a message. "Parked. Coming up." I walked purposefully through the hotel lobby, throwing a polite nod at the desk staff as I passed. It had been years since I had been to this particular hotel to hook up with anyone, but my feet knew their way and in no time I was in the elevator, on my way to what I hoped would be an amazing afternoon. I took another hit from my brown bottle as I stepped off the elevator, momentarily steadying myself against the corridor wall as they took effect. The room turned out to be a suite at the far end of the hall. With my heart in my throat, I knocked as instructed. The door opened, but whoever was behind it remained hidden. The room was dark; the blackout curtains had been drawn. The only light came from the TV, to which someone was casting bareback porn from their phone or laptop. "Strip and get on the bed," a disembodied voice instructed from the corner of the room. "We want you ass up." As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out the silhouette of a set of double French doors leading to the bedroom. Stepping inside, I took off my clothes, grabbed my poppers and lube and climbed on the bed, my ass in the air pointed toward the door. "Turn around," said the voice. "We wanna watch the TV while we breed you." An odd request, but I was so fucking horny that I readily complied. I spun around so that my ass was now pointed toward the headboard. Anyone pounding my hole would be able to clearly see what was on the TV on the opposite wall. So I was to be a cock sleeve they used to get off in while they watched porn. That didn't hurt my feelings one little bit. I took a huff from my brown bottle as a shadow approached my face. My mouth was at the perfect height and the cock slid right in, working its way to the back of my throat. This was the uncircumsized one and it was delicious! As he worked past my gag reflex I stuck out my tongue and tasted the saltiness of his balls. The bed moved and I felt someone getting behind me. I heard the click of a bottle - so they wouldn't need my lube - and then the familiar pressure of a cock head pressing on my sphincter. I had no way of knowing which of the other guys it was, but as my hole opened willingly to let him in, I felt the walls of my rectum stretch wide. He did not stop until his lower abdomen met my ass cheeks. He was balls deep. The two friends matched their rhythms as they spit-roasted me. The cock in my mouth slid out of my throat as the one in my ass slid deep, then as the one in my ass pulled out the one in my mouth slid back in. In my mind I pictured the old weather vane on my grandfather's garage, the one with two sawyers holding a huge saw that went back and forth in time with the wind. "Fuck, I'm gonna nut already," said the one in my mouth. "let me in there." His friend obliged, slipping out of my ass and moving over to allow his friend to take over. "Ready to get knocked up?" he asked. "Fuck yeah," I replied breathlessly. I took the opportunity to huff from my brown bottle again since my face was unencumbered. As my head swam, I felt that big uncut cock slide balls deep. he gripped my hips like he was afraid he might fall off, and after a couple of big thrusts I felt his cock spasm. He was filling my guts with his cum. At last the spasms subsided and I felt him slide out. "Let me clean you off," I said to him. Without a word, he got off the bed and positioned his now-deflating cock at my mouth again. I sucked in the entire length, savoring the taste of cum and ass and working my tongue under his foreskin to make sure I got every last drop. As I was administering to him, his friend once again got behind me and slid his cock into my now cum-slick hole. "Oh, fuck that feels good," he moaned. "What an ass. My turn to knock it up." My poppers-addled brain suddenly keyed on the phrase he used. He didn't say he was going to breed my hole. He said 'knock it up'. Between the moans escaping my lips I managed to ask, "Are you guys poz?" "Yeah," he affirned. "But you're on PrEP, so it's cool." Except I wasn't on PrEP. That was a bald-faced lie that I included on every one of my online profiles. There was a reason I always ask if guys fuck raw. And there's a reason I don't ask about diseases or HIV status before I fuck someone. Because I wanted it. I had been desperate to join the poz brotherhood for nearly a decade. I wanted the virus with every fiber of my being. I had been used by hundreds of men, most of them bareback, and willingly taken their loads in my pursuit. But it had all been in vain. Until today. Disguising my excitement, I said as deadpan as I could,, "Yeah, that's cool. It's not for me to refuse a load." "Damn right," said the voice from the living room. "Cum dumps don't get a say." The guy behind me quickened his pace and I knew another breeding was imminent. I was about to take my second toxic load of the day. I could barely contain myself! The grip on my hips tightened and the telltale spasms told me he was now adding his load to the first. I squeezed tight, partly to milk every last drop from his balls and partly to make sure none spilled when he pulled out. He began to go soft and began sliding out. I bore down on my sphincter muscles. "Fuck, that's some grip!" he uttered. "Amazing." Before I had a chance to tell him I wanted to clean him off, his cock was in my face. I greedily took it in my mouth to the root, working my tongue all around to clean him thoroughly. At last he pulled away, spent. I had never felt so wantonly slutty in my entire life. I had to have more cock - and there was still one to be had. "Ready for me?" asked the third man, who I could now see had been watching from a chair in the corner of the other room. I took another hit from my brown bottle and replied, "Yessss, please." It was more of a plea than an answer. I wanted his load, and I was prepared to shamelessly beg for it. "Even if my viral load is over seven hundred thousand?" He asked teasingly. "Yessss, God yessss!" I responded. "I need your poz load in my guts with the others!" "You gotta suck me to get me hard first," he said, getting up from the chair. I could just make out his cock, swaying as he walked toward me. It was the white guy. His cock was as long soft as it appeared to be hard. He approached, and for the third time that day I opened my mouth for a poz cock. Suddenly I felt something hard bump against my teeth. As I took him further into my mouth I could taste metal. I felt around with my tongue - a PA! It had been years since I had been fucked by a pierced cock. My first experience had been one of pleasure, then pain, then intensely pleasurable pain. That guy, too, had bred me, and I had hoped at the time that he might be injecting a toxic load when he came, but alas if he was it never took. Here was another chance. I worked his cock like a pro, using my lips and tongue to get him rock hard. It swelled in my mouth until I could barely wrap my lips around the shaft. I couldn't wait to see what he did to my ass once he got inside! His PA was a thick gauge, a three-quarter loop with round balls on each end. I didn't have to wait long. "Hey guys, come hold him," he instructed the others. He got on the bed and pushed me down so I was laying on my stomach. The other two got on the bed, one on each side of me, outstretched my arms and pinned them so I couldn't move. He pushed my legs together and then straddled me, holding my legs closed with his calves. I felt that huge cock slapping my ass cheeks as he got himself ready. I felt him slide between my cheeks and connect with my cum-drooling hole. Then he pushed his way in. It felt as though he was penetrating me with a hot curling iron. I cried and bucked as he split me open and the big metal ring tore at my insides. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I found myself wishing that I had quit while I was ahead. "Hold him!" he barked as my arms flailed beneath his companions. "He wants this virus, he's gonna fuckin' get it!" He worked his shaft deeper and deeper into my rectum as it spasmed in protest. I shudder to think about how it might have felt had I not already had two loads inside me to ease his entry. But at last, he was fully inside. He paused a moment, holding still as I willed myself to relax. "My poppers!" I cried. One of the other guys found them on the bed and uncapped them, holding the bottle under each nostril while pressing the other closed. I took two mighty breaths, huffing as much as I could into my lungs and into my blood stream. Only then did I feel my muscles begin to relax around his huge shaft. "There you go," he said. "Now you're ready." He began to thrust, slowly at first and then more and more quickly. The pain died away as my mind went numb from the combination of poppers and his assault. "Gonna make sure you get knocked up!" he said, his breath coming more quickly. "This hole is fucking great. You're gonna make me shoot in no time!" 'No time' took considerably longer than I hoped. I cried and whimpered as he hammered my hole time and again, working that high viral load out of his balls. I grit my teeth and resolved to take it; I had been chasing this dream for far too long for me to back away now. The pain, I reassured myself, would be worth the reward. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" he bellowed. My sphincter was stretched as wide as it would go and my muscles were all numb, so this time there was no squeezing his shaft. When he came he rammed his cock balls-deep into me and froze, moaning in pleasure as he added to the toxic brew already inside me. He collapsed on top of me for a moment before finally climbing off me. His friends released my arms and as he pulled out, I swear I felt the cool room air rush inside my massive gape. Like the others, he brought his cock to my lips so I could clean it off. This time I tasted cum and ass mixed with blood. His piercing had done what it was supposed to do. "Now, before you get up, I have a present for you," he said. He turned and caught something thrown to him by one of the other guys. "A souvenir, if you will." He held it in such a way that I could see what it was in the dim light: a large butt plug, the base of which was inscribed with the biohazard symbol. He slid it into my ass until it was firmly lodged in place. "Don't take that out for twelve to twenty-four hours," he said. "When you do, you'll be a new man." With that I got up off the bed, pulling my clothes back on. I wondered for a moment if anyone in the lobby would be able to see the shape of the plug's base through my shorts, but decided I really didn't care. I had three poz loads brewing inside me. It was time to go home and do as I had been instructed - leave them in there as long as possible to allow the virus to take hold. The short drive home was an uncomfortable one, but I managed to get into the house and up to my bedroom. Kicking off my shoes, I fell face-first on the bed, exhausted from the poppers and all the abuse I had taken - the wonderful, amazing abuse that I hoped was about to start a new chapter for me. My daily routine went on as it always had - eat, sleep, work, repeat. I never saw my gifter or his friends on the app again, despite checking every blank profile that appeared. Then about three and a half weeks after my encounter, I came down with a cold. Hoping that it meant the gift had taken, I waited a few more weeks - an impossibly long time given my level of excitement - and got tested. After a decade of trying everything, my dream had finally come true. I was a member of the brotherhood at last.

It was somewhere around 2009, I was done with film school and working gig to gig. Mostly working paycheck to paycheck at this shit job in an equipment rental house/studio in the city. Still struggling with my sexuality to an extent, certainly deep in the closet at this point. I was still telling myself that sex with guys was only when I was really horny and masturbation wasn’t cutting it. I always played safe, well not always, but I tried to. This was before PrEP. So as far as I was concerned, as long as I had sex with guys infrequently and with protection, no one would ever know and one day I would just quit altogether and go about my life as a straight guy. Most of my hookups with other guys would happen at this point through Craigslist. It was the Grindr of the time. You could put what you were looking for, with pics, all the responses would come straight to your email where they would live until you wanted to respond, it was great. One drunk night I had post an ad and then passed out. A few days later I checked that email, which was a burner email, I had way more responses than I normally got. I looked at my ad to see what I wrote to get so many hits. “22, straight, kinda tipsy. Mostly like a quick fuck,” was all it said, with a torso pic of me in my white CK briefs, my head obviously not in the picture. Half of the responses were from guys I would never sleep with. I wouldn’t say my standards were higher in those days, I just had a mental block that only allowed me to sleep with guys who were “model attractive” because…somehow that made it less gay? Filtering most of them out, deleting the ones that were just old man dick pics and guys who wanted me to call them “daddy”. I responded to a few, most of them never got back to me because. I found that most of them were burner accounts and if you didn’t respond within an hour, you usually never got a response. One guy hit me up the next day. “Hey, sorry I missed this, you look hot. I was only in town that night, had some work in the city. I’ll be back in a couple weeks though. 26/m/DC here.” He attached a similar torso pic, clearly he worked out, he was maybe 5’10”, and looked like a frat bro-leaning Abercrombie model. He even wore Abercrombie white briefs in the photo. That prompted me to ask if he was a model or if he was catfishing me. He responded saying he was neither a model nor catfishing me. Apparently, he did something in finance/banking, but neither of us got into specifics. He asked what I was into. I explained that I’m not gay, just get horny sometimes and need sex. “Oh, so do you like to fuck or get fucked?” He asked. At this time I was pretty versatile, “I usually like to fuck, but that night I was pretty tipsy and was trying to get fucked.” I told him. “Damn, I wish I had caught you at the right time. Did you get fucked that night?” “No, honestly I basically post that ad and then passed out after. Was incredibly hungover and horny the next day. I certainly wished I had got your message though.” I teased. “Yeah, would you have let me fuck you?” He asked straight up. “Maybe, depends on how big you are, I’m not a pro.” I joked. “It’s not that big, like 7.5 inches, cut.” He attached a photo, it sure looked bigger, and thicker than mine. “Damn, it looks big, I would’ve let you try though, as long as you’re gentle,” I told him. “I’m always gentle, love to feel a tight straight boy open up for my dick.” He told me. “You ever been rimmed?” “No, I don’t think so anyway.” I was at work when I got that email so I didn’t look it up. “You’ll love it, it’s when I use my tongue to tease your hole, get it lubed up and ready for my dick. Makes it easier to slide in when your outer ring is primed and ready, almost begging to get fucked.” This one made me horny as hell. Good thing I’m a briefs guy, I was able to hide it while at work. When I got home I stripped down to my underwear, my 22-year-old dick was hard before my pants came off and I was ready for some porn. I did take a quick pic with my flip phone and emailed it to him, “Damn, that sounds hot, look what you did to me.” I captioned. “Look at all those spread legs, love to fuck you in that position, that way I can watch your face as you feel me push balls deep into your tight hole. Do you like to kiss?” He asked. “Not really, I’m not really into guys like that,” I told him, which was true, at the time I felt like somehow that was a bridge too far, like kissing would make you gay, whereas getting fucked by a guy was just some form of extreme masturbation between friends. “That’s cool, I get it, but would you stop me if I tried?” he ased in a single sentence response. Now, I’m jerking off at this point and felt like he would stop responding if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. “I wouldn’t stop you, in the heat of the moment…what ever happens, happens.” “Good, when you are balls deep in a guy, a deep kiss unlocks the hoe in him, then I can really fuck him like he needs to be fucked.” He fired back. Something about this wording got me going. Up to this point, I had had good sex with some guys, I had had bad sex with some guys, but I knew the best was yet to come and this guy seemed to know what he was doing. “Damn man, I really need to get fucked now.” “Yeah? With condoms or bareback?” he asked. “I try to make condoms a rule,” I told him. “Yeah, raw feels so good, but it’s important to play safe,” he fired back. “Have you ever let a guy fuck you raw?” I knew where this conversation was going, if he was in the city and trying to get in me tonight I would’ve lied and shut it down, but I figured there was no harm in feeding that flame. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been caught up in the moment and things happen,” I was vague. “Oh yeah, I know about that. I’m STD-free and want to stay that way, so I use condoms all the time. I have had the occasional ‘heat of the moment’ fuck, but that’s rare. Were you hoping to get fucked raw, that night I mean?” He asked. I had to think about this. “I was pretty drunk, I wasn’t even thinking about that. If we had met up, I probably would’ve just gone with the flow. Good thing you prefer condoms.” I told him. A few minutes went by, and I refreshed a few times, still slowly jerking myself off. “I probably would’ve pushed in raw, got a few strokes in just to feel it, then I would’ve wrapped it up.” He finally responded. This made my balls tighten. My hormone-filled brain thought, “yeah that makes sense.” So I quickly typed back, “Mmm, that’s hot, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I told him. Before he could respond I felt my balls tighten and instantly hot cum was erupting onto my abs and pooling in my belly button. I went to clean up and never checked for another email from him before going to sleep. ****** Two weeks later I was at work on a Friday night. They had me at the front desk because one of our studios was being used to film a music video. So I spent most of my night online. While the studio technically was closed at 11 pm, we had an unwritten policy to let productions stay until 1 am as a courtesy. By 10 pm my friends were all out having drinks without me, I had a few dozen texts telling me to “just lock up” and stuff like that. A producer came over to me and asked me if it would be possible to stay a little later than the 11 pm “hard out”. I acted like I was doing him a huge favor, even though this kind of thing happened often, but I told him as long as they wrapped by 11 and were out the door by midnight I would turn a blind eye. He thanked me and went back into the studio. About fifteen minutes later a production assistant came over to me with a six-pack of Magic Hat #9 and told me it was a gift from the producer, as a “thank you.” I wasn’t going to say no, I took it and cracked one open. Then a second in what felt like no time at all. By 11 pm the music was still thumping so I knew they were not packing up yet. I looked around to make sure no one was near me, then I opened Craigslist on my laptop. I looked at a few posts, but I never responded. Honestly just being on the website made me feel like I was going to get “caught” so I just quickly posted an ad, really just hoping to get a few responses and chat, but not actually hook up. I looked into my burner email and saw a bunch of junk and an unread message from the guy from DC. There were a few unread messages actually. This made my dick jump to attention. “That’s so hot, man, how many strokes can I get in before I should wrap up?” the first message said. “Did I take it too far?” The second read, a day later. “Hey, not sure if you’re still interested, but I’m going to be in the city again this weekend. I’ll be at the Rennasaince in Times Square if you want to meet. No pressure.” This one was time-stamped yesterday. I cracked open a third beer, I’m a bit of a lightweight so I shouldn’t be on a third beer in an hour. I started to respond to his email a few times, then deleted. I kept reading and rereading what we said, looking at his body and dick pics, I was hard to the point of frequently checking to make sure my precum wasn’t visible in my jeans. “Hey, sorry I didn’t respond. I was jerking off and as soon as I blow my load I’m not really into guys anymore, if that makes sense. I’m having a few drinks right now, but I’m not going to be free until at the earliest 1 am.” I told him, not even expecting a response. I went to the bathroom to make sure I was “fresh”, and tried to dry the precum already leaked into my red briefs. Back at my laptop, I had a bunch of new responses from guys to my recent ad. The only one I read was from DC guy. “I’ll be up. I just got checked in a little while ago. I was going to hit up the sex shop and get some lube and stuff, you want to come by the hotel when you’re done? Or I could meet you out?” I quickly replied that I would meet him at his hotel and he fired back with the room number. I logged out and did my best to rush the load out in the studio. Finished a fourth beer and headed uptown to meet the guy from DC. ***** Even after four beers, I was a nervous wreck by the time I was riding up the elevator. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I had to really focus to keep my body from shivering from the adrenaline rushing through me. Thankfully he looked exactly as he described, and his pictures were not old. He was wearing a robe, having just showered but it was loose on top so I could see his toned body. This didn’t settle my nerves, only made the anticipation worse. Him being in his robe meant he was naked underneath and I felt this meant I couldn’t back out, or at the very least I needed to make sure he got his nut. He recognized my nervousness and offered me another drink. I accepted and we just chat for a few minutes while I sipped my drink. It helped me get comfortable. Turns out his name is Bryce. The second I put my empty drink down, Bryce’s hand was on my upper thigh. My dick is instantly hard in my briefs. I’ve done this “hookup” with strangers before and it never gets less awkward for me, I don’t know what he’s into, I don’t know if I should be more aggressive or passive, I don’t know what’s a turn off for him, so I try to just follow his lead. His hand slides up my pants and cups my balls from the outside, I let out a soft moan. He smiles, and his dark blue eyes twinkle. “Let’s go to the bed,” he calmly says. I nod. Kicking my shoes off, he grabs a black grocery bag and pulls out a few items, setting them on the nightstand. He slides his robe off, his muscular back facing me, his ass is meaty and firm. I quickly start to undo my pants and push them down. The drinks hit me hard in this moment and I nearly fell over trying to get them off, twisted around my ankles, I fell-sat on the end of the bed, clumsily pulling the pants inside-out to unshackle my ankles. He turns to me, ripping the plastic safety color off a new little brown bottle with his teeth, spitting it to the ground as he walks over to me. His dick quickly grew to full attention, I swear it was bigger than he said it was, or maybe mine was smaller than I thought either way, it was big, like a baby’s arm holding an apple, now inches from my face as he stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just a pair of red Armani briefs and black ankle socks. I could smell his scent and soap from his shower wafting off his crotch as it was dangling in front of me. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, giving me the look of a man expecting me to put his hard dick in my mouth. I’m not very experienced in oral sex. To be honest, I was always a bit of a germaphobe growing up, so it took me into my late teens to even enjoy kissing (girl or guy), the idea of putting someone's privates in my mouth made me too uncomfortable, didn’t matter the sex. But, I knew I couldn’t expect to receive without giving, so I would do it, but my heart was never in it and I knew they could tell. Thankfully Bryce had just showered and I knew it was as clean as it would get, so I grabbed it with my hand and pulled him into my mouth. With my eyes closed I did my best to suck his dick, I felt my eyes water when he tried to thrust into my throat, I would gag, but thankfully no more than that. After a couple of minutes and one really forceful thrust, I had a panic moment and pulled off his dick, jerking it slowly, covered in my saliva. I wiped the wetness from my eyes and mouth as I jerked him. His hand massaged my head, gently nudging me to continue. So I did. I heard him shaking the little brown bottle as I tried to suck his monster. He opened it and put it under my nose and I had no choice but to breathe it in since his dick was in my mouth. The smell was intense, my head started to spin and my heart started beating faster, suddenly I felt relaxed. He did it to the other nostril, telling me to take a deep breath this time and I did. Holy shit, the rush was amazing. I suddenly felt so slutty, like I really could suck his dick into my throat and I tried. I heard him taking a hit from the bottle as I bobbed on his dick, the subtle moan from him as I got deeper on him, and my saliva really started to flow. He capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed, grabbing the back of my head he started to control the rhythm of my blow job, slower and slower, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Suddenly my nose was buried in his nicely trimmed pubes, his balls hit my chin and I realized I had his entire dick in my mouth and throat and I wasn’t gagging. It excited me, I just let him start to slowly fuck my throat, when I heard him whisper, “I’m close.” I kept going, I had never gotten a guy close before just from oral sex, I let him keep fucking my throat and he said it again, “Fuck, I’m close,” and he pushed a few more thrusts and I felt his body tense, his balls tighten and his cock expand and twitch in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum into my throat. My eyes went wide, and he let loose at least two volleys in my throat and slowly pulled out, another spurt filling the back of my mouth and another on my tongue until his orgasm stopped. I didn’t know what to do, I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, I felt myself swallow what was in my throat instinctively as he nut, the rest that was in my mouth I wanted to spit out, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom sink to spit it out. Coughing cum out of my throat, but there was no getting around it, I swallowed a good amount of Bryce’s cum. I could certainly taste it in my mouth as I swallowed and spit, then rinsed my mouth. Turns out cum doesn’t just rinse out, I had little choice but to let the flavor linger in my mouth. I heard him laugh, “Sorry man, I tried to warn you, when you didn’t pull off I thought you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” He confessed. I wasn’t mad, just a little grossed out, “it’s fine,” I said, wiping my face off, and walking back to where he was on the bed. “Fuck that felt good though,” he smiled a very sexy smile, dimples and all. Still wrapping my mind around what just happened I just agreed with him and picked up my underwear. "Are you leaving?" He asked. Again, I'm not a pro at random hookups, but in my experience, once the top blows his load…it's kinda over. Especially if I'm not already close to blowing my load. He could see the confusion on my face and snatched my briefs from my hand, tossing them across the room to the couch. He pushed me back into the bed, pushing me up so he could climb on the bed between my legs. My dick went from limp to rock hard in 2 seconds flat. He spread my legs wide so he could get a better look at the entire area, then dove into my dick getting it sloppy wet. He didn't struggle at all to take me into his throat, it was impressive and intimidating, but man did it feel good. I could help but moan softly while squirming from the pleasure. He then went down to my balls, sucking each one hard enough that it triggered my pain sensor before he would drop it from his mouth. Licking further down, and instantly blowing my mind, he started to rim my hole. I let out a moan that sounded like "Oh my God" but none of the consonants came out. He took that as a sign to continue lifting my legs to expose my hole for him some more, placing a pillow under my ass. Then diving back in, his tongue pushing into my tight pucker two or three times before he came up for air. "Damn that's a tight hole, you don't get fucked often do you?" I sat up on my elbows, "no, I'm mostly with women," o felt the need to remind him. Though that comment seemed to not register at all. He came up, wiping the wetness off his face his dick now rock hard again next to mine and his soft balls dangling on my hole. Like magic, he had the little brown bottle and was uncapping it for me. I understood the drill now and inhaled deep twice for him. My head started to spin, that rush came over me again. He capped the bottle and headed it to me. He reached for the lube on the nightstand and was pouring a generous amount into his hand. He smeared most of it onto my hole, gently he pushed in a finger, then a second with ease thanks to the poppers and lube. I was just enjoying all the pleasure he was offering up. He started slowly stroking himself, adding lube to his dick and then a little more to the fingers playing with my hole. "Take another hit," he suggested. I wanted that rush, though the last one hasn't worn off yet, but I did as he told me. A quick hit on each side. As he did his cock up and down my crack. "No, you have really inhale," he smiled grabbing the bottle and showing me how he did it. Then he passed it back, giving me a, "go ahead" nod. I took two really big hits this time, I thought I would pass out this time, but man everything felt so good, every little touch was tingling through my body. "There you go," said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack some more. Adding some lube as he paused right at my hole, his tip adding just enough pressure to feel where it opens but not pushing in. He let out a soft moan, "Man I want to fuck this tight ass," he continued to gently hump me so his cock slid up and along my balls. Leaning over me, he felt huge, over me, he leans in and gives me a peck on the lips. Then another and this time I instinctively kissed him back. Wow, he's a really good kisser. His tongue invaded my mouth the way it had my hole only moments ago. His hips were thrusting his cock up and down my crack, I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back as we made out with a passion I've never experienced with a man. I swear my hole slightly opened from the amazing pleasure I was getting from all the ways his body was touching mine, especially his hard dick sliding across my hole. "Mmm, can I stick in you?" He asked then started kissing my neck. "Ummmhmmm," I managed to moan. "Raw?" He whispered into my ear. My horny brain had nearly flatlined, but still had enough sense to say, "mmm, condom." He kept kissing my neck as he reached over to the nightstand, pulling one from the open box and then knocking the box to the floor. He returned to my mouth, and humped me some more, "Let me open you up before I put it on." He broke our kiss and sat on his heels, putting one of my ankles on his muscular shoulders as he maneuvered his dick head to the center of my hole and started to push before I could object. It stung, but my hole gave in quicker than it has in the past. I took in a sharp breath, "Ah, fuck man…just, just a few strokes ok?" I said through grit teeth, trying to relax. "Yeah, like a hundred," he grinned, slowly pushing into me. "Oh, mmmm, no, ugh, like ten," I managed to say. "Twenty and I'll wrap up," he negotiated as he slowly bottomed out inside me. "Ungh…fine, be gentle, I'm not a porn star," I reminded him. "Take another hit, it will help you relax and adjust." He held his dick at the hilt waiting for me. I slid my hands around the bed until I felt the little brown bottle I quickly to two big hits, then he did the same and then held it under my nose for two more. My head spinning, I felt my body give in to his iron-hot dick inside me. He slowly started to pull out, then push back in. "That's it, open up for me," he whispered. I tried to relax, the pain and pleasure of his dick was intense, but the pleasure was so good it almost didn’t matter that it came with the pain. His first few strokes were slow enough it was easy for me to keep count, I wasn’t at first but I was able to pick up at around stroke 6 because that one went a little deeper and brought back that twinge and a little bit of a yelp from me, “ungh, shit, easy, easy,” I whispered. “It’s ok, feel my dick inside you, fuck doesn’t that feel so good,” he gave me another three deep strokes in quick succession. “Mmm, yeah, fuck dude,” my hand stopped pushing on his abs to prevent him from going deeper and I started rubbing my fingers through my hair. He leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t hesitate to accept it this time, moaning on the deepest and hardest stroke yet, somewhere around 14 or 15 I guessed. His tongue deep in my mouth as he moaned into me and I moaned back, wrapping my legs around him as my hands explored his strong back. It felt so good. A few more strokes and I knew we were beyond 20, just to be sure I counted 5 more before I broke our kiss, “ungh, condom, oh fuck,” I felt my hips rocking up into him on his next downstroke. He thrust balls deep and sat up, “fuck, I wasn’t counting,” he laughed, “was that already 20?” He started reaching around the bed looking for the unopened condom, still balls deep in me. “You’re so tight, I would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” he joked, tearing the condom open with his mouth. I was in a fog of pleasure, “nah, just don’t get fucked often,” I said out of breath. He slowly pulled out of me, then tapped his cock on my hole, “felt so good in you raw,” he smiled at me, pulling the condom from it’s wrapper. “Yeah, for me too,” was all I could think to say. He rolled the condom down his shaft, adding a little more lube, then quickly lined back up with my hole and started pushing in slowly. “Unnnnh, fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, so tight,” he pushed my knees up by my head and bottomed out. He started slow but quickly got up to a fucking pace. Alternating between hard and fast and then slow and sensual. His dick was hitting me in all the right spots, so I started jerking myself off best I could with my legs pinned to my chest. It was all too much, he was so sexy and his sex felt so good, I wasn’t going to last too long. After a few minutes he pulled out, “roll over,” he said, helping me onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and sank his dick in one hard thrust. “Ah, fuck, easy man,” I moaned. His arms slipped under mine, gripping my shoulders from underneath so he could pull himself into me with every thrust, “mmm, fuck,” I murmerd. “Yeah, you like this dick in you don’t you?” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “Mmm, yeah, fuck it feels so good,” I could barely speak. He kept fucking me like this for a few more minutes and then pulled out, catching his breath, “fuck I got close,” he laughed, “not ready to cum again yet.” I rolled back onto my back, propping a pillow under my head as he put one under my ass again. I watched him pull the condom off his dick slowly and toss it on the night stand. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Need another one, this one’s done,” he said. Which I didn’t really understand. “It broke?” I asked, slowly stroking my dick. “Yeah, you’re tight,” he said, reaching for the lube again, adding some to his dick. Then using his slick hand to stroke my dick. I let him jerk me off a little and I reached for the poppers. He kept jerking me with one hand and used his other hand to jerk himself with his cock head rubbing my hole. It felt so good. I took a deep hit on one side, then the other. The rush came over me again, fuck everything feels so good. I took over jerking myself, I was determined to cum. He continuted jerking himself off on my hole, adding a little more pressure, then a little more until the head was back in me and my hole clamped onto his dick. Using both hands to spread my legs while he pushed just the tip in and out of my hole. “Mmmm, fuck that feels good,” I moaned. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah,” I breathlessly and furiously jerked my dick and flexed my hole. “Want me to give you a few more raw strokes?” he asked. I opened my eyes, still stroking my dick, “I don’t know man.” “Just like, ten more, I’ll count them out and then I’ll put on another condom to finish,” he promised. I didn’t say anything and he slowly pushed his dick all the way in and we both moaned at the pleasure of the raw sex. He bottomed out and then slowly pulled out. Pushing back in he counted, “mmm, one.” I moaned, spreading my legs and beating my dick as his cock slide across my prostate, “mmm.” “Two…ungh,” he pushed deep and my ass clenched as he hit that button inside me. “Ungh, fuck, I’m getting close man,” I warned him. “Three,” he went in harder and faster. I felt myself start to boil over, every thrust bringing me closer to liftoff, “oh fuck.” “Four,” he thrust. I clenched my ass on his thrust and he hit my prostate hard, “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he thrust, harder and deeper. “Oh fuck,” my toes curled as he spread my legs and thrust harder and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I nearly shouted as my body convulsed and my ass clenched on his cock as it thrust into me again, “ungh,” I moaned and my balls tightened. He thrust harder into me again, “uhhh,” I groaned as the first blast shot out onto my chest, he thrust and the second shot out even harder, then another thrust and I felt the rest of my cum spurt out and pool in my belly button. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. He held there, deep in me as I caught my breath. “Fuck that felt good,” I said out of breath as my orgasm subsided and I became keenly aware that his huge dick was still balls deep in me. Like a switch flipped and what was the most amazing feeling in the world was now trending towards painful. He slowly started to pull out and then thrust back into me, “ow, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s five,” he grinned. “Are you close?” I asked, pushing on his abs again He thrust again, “Six.” He held there, “getting there, going to take longer when I put the condom back though.” He thrust hard, “Seven.” I clenched my teeth, “ungh, fuck dude.” “Eight,” he thrust a little deeper, my ass clenching on his dick. “I’m not sure I can take much more,” I was struggling and it seemed like his dick was only getting bigger. He thrust a little more gently, “ungh, Nine…do you want me to pull out and put a condom on?” He thrust again, “Ten.” “Ungh, fuck,” I pushed on his abs, “I don’t know dude, I think you need to pull out.” He handed me the poppers, “try these.” I quickly took two deep hits and that rush came back over me, it definitely helped. He saw it hit me and started to thrust again, one, two more, then a third. I was pushing on his abs still, “wait, a condom.” “Ok, yeah, but you’ll still let me finish right? I’m close now but I won’t be with the condom on, you know how it is,” he thrust into me again. “How close?” I asked as he kept thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Mmm, fuck dude, it feels so good like this, I’ll cum quick if you let me,” He leaned down, smearing my cum between us as he kissed me and thrust hard into me. “Fuck, ok, just hurry, and don’t cum in me,” I mumbled. He kissed my neck and held my hips, I wrapped my arms around me as he started to fuck me faster and faster. It still hurt but I didn’t want to punk out and make him jerk off, so I just held on and let him use my hole. “Fuck you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear. Curling his body into me with every thrust. “Are you, ungh, are you close?” I asked again. Trying not to ruin his concentration and delay his orgasm. “Mmm, yeah, getting there,” he kept his steady rhythm, thrusting hard into me. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “I need you to hurry.” I clenched and tried to relax, though thankfully his precum was adding lube to my hole with every thrust, but it wasn't enough to make it feel good. “Ok, mmm, but you gotta let me nut in you,” he moaned in my ear. “What?” I asked. “I’m gonna hurry, but please let me cum in you, it feels so good,” he thrust harder and deeper, a little off rhythm. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “fine, just hurry, ungh,” his thrusting was really digging deep. Another minute of fucking me sensually, “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close,” he kissed me. I moaned, I felt his dick starting to swell, his thrust getting shorter but deeper. “I’m about to cum,” he said then continued to kiss me. A few more erratic thrusts, he broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes, “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” one hard deep thrust and I felt his dick twitch and the warmth of his hot load erupting inside me, a second thrust smearing it around and unloading more boiling cum as lube for another and another thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned. His orgasm felt so good I couldn’t help but moan with him, “Oh fuck, mmm,” I held on tight to him without thinking, my legs warped around him, pulling him into me as his dick continued to spasm inside me and his body clenched and unclenched a few more times. “Oh my God,” he breathlessly lay on top of me. We both caught our breath, just laying there in orgasmic bliss. His cum lubed my hole so nicely that the pain I was feeling instantly disappeared and his last few thrust felt so good, it blew my mind. Not two minutes ago I wanted nothing more than for him to pull out, but now I wanted him to stay inside me. His cock deflated though and slowly the tightness of my ass pushed him out. He rolled off of me, both of us covered in my cum, his cum dripping out of my ass. “I need a quick shower before I go,” I told him. “Yeah, no problem,” he pointed to the closed bathroom door. I slowly and awkwardly got up, as though my body was broken and nothing quite worked the way it had before he fucked me. I took a quick shower, rinsing the cum off of me. He lay naked on the bed, watching me as I got dressed quickly but trying not to look like I was getting dressed as quickly as possible. “I’m going to be here all weekend if you want to go again,” he broke the silence. “Yeah, maybe, I don’t really do this often,” I tried to be noncommittal. Truth is I had no intention of doing this again, it was hot, but now that it was over I had no interest in sex with any guy. Which was an issue I had to work out over the next couple of years on my own. My subway ride home was long and uncomfortable. I was sure everyone on the train knew I just let a guy I just met, a stranger fuck me and shoot his load into me, a load that was still slowly leaking into my underwear. I got home around 5 am and passed out pretty quickly. The next morning I checked my email, there were dozens of new responses to the listing that I forgot I had posted, one email from Bryce. “He, last night was awesome. I’m so glad we got to meet up, really glad that you let me get those first few strokes in raw, though the last few raw strokes were even better! I hope we can do it again before I leave, if not I’ll hit you up the next time I’m in the city. I can tell you felt weird about letting me nut in you but don’t worry, I got a check-up before coming to town and everything came back negative. I’ll email you the results for your own piece of mind when I get back. Let me know if you’re in the mood to get fucked again, I’ll obviously wear a condom the entire time if that gets me back inside you. Hope to see you again, Bryce.”

It was a quiet Monday and out of the blue I get a text message from a guy saying he knows my fuck bud Caleb and was I interested in hooking up. I asked for his stats and a pic and he sent me his dick pic and body/face. Nice sized uncut dick, thicker at the base taping to the head, and he's blonde, nice defined body, OK face. He says he can host and he wants to get off. I say I'm down and if he knows Caleb they've probably played and he almost certainly does raw like Caleb does. I say I can come over now and get his address. I don't ask his status and if he's looking to top, bottom, or flip as honestly I don't really care. I'd take his load anyhow and hope he's the same way, but I know guys his age and Caleb's don't ask a lot of questions and just go raw. I get to his home and he introduces himself as Chris and I'm struck by how tall his is and how deep is voice is. He has to be over 6 feet and meets me wearing just nylon shorts. He asks me if I want some water or anything and I say I'm good and follow him back to his bedroom. He closes and locks the door and I can see he's got the sheets on his bed pulled down and towel laid out and I kind of want to chuckle as white guys are all the same like that. He pulls his shorts down and I drop to my knees to suck his cock. He's shaved his pubes which is kind of weird but I know some guys do that and I'm loving the taste of his dick. I pull off my t-shirt and am eagerly sucking him and he tells me to slow down and then after a bit asks me if I want to suck him off or get fucked. I'm not lying when I say I want him to fuck me and he laughs lightly and says "right answer". I stand up and move over to the bed laying on my bed and he fumbles in the night stand and pulls out some lube and says he doesn't have any condoms and is it OK if we don't use them. I said it was cool and his face was pretty nonchalant like he expected the answer. He lifted my ankles up to his shoulders and started lubing up my ass and cock and sliding in me. Or trying to at least. I kind hate hooking up with younger guys as their technique isn't the greatest and his cock kept sliding out even though he had about 7 or so inches. As tall as he is he's kind of gangly and all legs and arms whereas I'm not. I finally asked if it would be easier if I was facedown and he laughed and said probably and so I flipped facedown even though I wanted to see his face and eyes and he came inside me. Now that I am facedown he's inside of me more easily and I'm struggling with how much it hurts when he shoves his cock balls deep in me as his girth at the base is straining my ass, but I'm also loving it. He's pounding away saying little, just groans and moans coming from him. He breathing is getting more labored and he says he's getting close. I tell him to cum inside me and not to pull out. I can hear him laugh saying he hoped I'd say that. Not long after I heard a loud groan and "oh fuck, oh fuck yeah" and could feel him unload inside me. His strokes faltered and got uneven and again I told him not to pull out. But his dick softened and I could feel it sliding out of me. He gasped when it finally slid out and he rolled on his back next to me saying it was his turn. I'd just assumed he was top looking for release but apparently he wanted to get fucked too. I rolled on my side and started jerking my cock hoping he wanted it the same way I just took it and wasn't going to ask questions. I already knew he didn't have condoms so wrapping wasn't going to happen. He's reaching down stroking my cock now looking in my eyes looking serious and tells me I can't tell Caleb that I fucked him. I tell him that's cool and that I won't, but inside I wonder what the story is. I'm getting seriously hard thinking of fantasies and dying to know. Clearly he doesn't want Caleb to know he bottomed so maybe he doesn't bottom for Caleb either. Or maybe he has a BF or BF. I'm ready to fuck now and ask him how he wants it and he admits he wants to be face down. Fine, not like I care, I'm putting my load in him. Chris is now face down and I'm lubing up his ass and my cock and soon enough sliding in him and finding his ass gives almost no resistance. Clearly he's either been fucked recently or a lot, maybe both, but he's moaning with delight telling me how good my dick feels inside him. Someone hesitant to get fucked would never say that. I tell tease him saying I bet he wants me dick and wants me to cum inside him. He's telling me what I like, how bad he wants to get fucked, how bad he wants it and wants my cum inside him. I'm making him beg for my load and he is and that I don't know his story is driving me crazy but makes me want to cum inside him all the more and soon I blast an intense load in him letting out a loud groan and he's in heaven telling me not to pull out, to pump my load deep inside him, and how hot my load feels. I'm still stroking and determined to pump another load inside him, telling him there's more where that came from asking him if he wants that second load. He's frantic now saying not to pull out and how bad he wants more of my cum. I'm wondering if he begs for Caleb's loads like this or if he takes loads from other random guys this way. Hell, he really hardly knows me, hasn't asked my status, all he knows is that I know Caleb. And he's keeping secrets about wanting to get fucked raw from someone, so it must be a BF or GF. Looking around his bedroom he's clearly athletic and into sports so I'm guessing a GF who can't know. A GF who won't put out and let him rawdog her, so he finds guys like Caleb and I he CAN rawdog, who want his loads. But she also can't give him what he wants, which is a cock up the ass and hot load of jizz as well. Cause he likes to take it the way he gives it: raw. I've worked myself up so much I blast another load inside Chris with a satisfied groan. I slide out and can see his ass is a cummy gaping mess. I roll on my back panting to catch my breath and Chris looks over at me and says "Damn dude, that was hot! I needed that!" He rolls on his back and I can see he's rock hard and I start stroking his cock which brings a smile to his face. He's throwing off a lot of precum and get up to straddle his cock and lower my ass down on it facing him and can see him smiling up at me as I start riding his cock. I'm not stopping until he pumps another load in me and I'm able to take him easier now even at the thick base. He's saying nothing as I do all the work, but can see as he's getting closer to cumming and can see his breathing changing. I've been jerking my cock trying to time me cumming right as he does and him cumming and feeling his load flood my ass gives me just what I need and I spray my load on his chest and face. He seems startled I've shot so much and so hard. I'm spend and lay down on his chest as he laughs and says what a mess I've made and that I should clean it up. I roll on my side and start wiping it off his chest and fingering it into his mouth. I finger quite a bit in and he eagerly eats it and eventually asks me if I need to shower. I say I do and he leads me into the bathroom and grabs some towels before getting in the shower with me. On the way there I see a few photos of him with the same girl and it strikes me maybe that's his GF. As we shower we're playing with each others dicks with both of us getting hard. He slides back in me teasing me more. He admitted he was glad I wanted to fuck him and he was hoping I would as he really wanted to get fucked. I laughed and said I'd thought he was all top and was surprised he wanted to get fucked. He laughed and said "Yeah, most guys do" and it was a slip up as now I knew he does have other guys fuck him and apparently quite a few if he would say that. I didn't know what to say so I gave an enthusiastic "hot" as a response and was tempted to ask more before quickly adding that any time he wanted to get fucked I was glad to do it. But I still wondered why I couldn't tell Caleb I fucked him and truly I had no ideas, but its hot that Caleb is sending guys his way. I asked if he and Caleb hook up with some of the same guys and he admitted "Oh yeah" a little more enthusiastically than I expected adding "quite a few". Caleb had admitted he fucked around a lot and it was hot knowing they probably did three ways or more, sending guys each other's way. I said that was cool. He asked if I hook up much and I jokingly said "not as much as I'd like" and left it at that. He laughed and said he guessed I did pretty good but didn't push further. Chris cut off the water and we toweled off and got out of the shower and I dressed. He thanked me for the fun and said now that I had his number to text me if I wanted to hook up. I said I would and that he should text me whenever he wanted it. He smirked and said he would and I have no doubts he will.

Usual Disclaimers, this is a work of fiction, all characters are of legal age. Part 1 pretty much sets up the initial premise of the story as well as a few of the main characters. Feedback and suggestions welcome. Although if the story isn't your cup of tea, just please move along. Thank you. FRESHMAN PROJECT: Jason (Part 1) Jason took a deep breath, gathering up his courage, then pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby of the college LGBTQIA+ center was decorated in rainbow colors and the walls were covered with a mix of affirmations about being queer and safer sex messages. There were several hallways leading deeper into the building on either side of a reception desk. A butch lesbian in her mid-twenties was seated behind the desk. She looked up and gave Jason a welcoming smile, “How can I help you?” she said. “Um, well, uh,” stuttered Jason. “You here for the Gay & Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” said Jason blushing. “Welcome, it’s down the hallway to your right, second door on the right,” she said pointing to the hallway on her left,. “It’s just about to start so you better hurry, I’m Kat by the way, if you are interested in learning about volunteer opportunities come stop by after the meeting,” she said. “Uh, okay, maybe, I’m Jason,” said Jason as he forced himself to smile then proceeded to head down the indicated hallway. He found the correct door, it had a sign, “Gay/Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle, 7-9pm Every Tuesday”. He saw there was a mirror next to the door so he justified stalling a bit to make sure he looked okay. He brushed his light brown bangs off his forehead. He had always kept his hair very short at home, but let it grow about a bit before heading off to college. He guessed he was sort of attractive as there had always been girls interested in him, but he put them off saying his family did not want him dating in high school. He had blue eyes and still was not able to grow much in the way of facial hair, so he only had to shave his pale face once a week or so. The thing he hated most about himself was that he was fairly skinny and had never been able to put much muscle on his 5’7” frame. “Okay coward, it’s now or never,” he said to his reflection before turning towards the door. He still stood in front of the door for a few seconds, fighting the urge to flee. Eventually he pushed through it and opened the door. Inside there were approximately a dozen guys ranging in age from 18 to mid-20’s. Some were seated in chairs that were in a ring dominating the center of the room and a few were standing outside the ring chatting with each other. There was a table with sodas, water, and a few snacks against the far wall. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous masculine guy that was standing off to his left talking to another guy. The hunk looked like a mix between and surfer bro and a clean cut college athlete. He had wavy blond hair that framed his handsome face perfectly. His body was muscular without being thick. He appeared to be just over six feet tall and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and firm muscles. He wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that had a noticeable bulge in the crotch. When he laughed, his smile and bright white teeth seemed to light up the room. Jason guess he was likely in his early twenties, which would make him an upperclassman or maybe a first year grad student. He was everything Jason dreamed about when he was masturbating in the shower back home at his family’s house. The student he was talking was the complete opposite. He was either Jason’s age or maybe a year older at most. He was about the same height as Jason, 5’6” and even skinnier than Jason who only weighted about 130 pounds. He was wearing a tight pink tank and a pair of skimpy red running shorts that were stretched tight around a firm bubble butt. The outfit left a gap between the tank top and the shorts, revealing a tramp stamp tattoo on the boy’s lower back. Jason couldn’t quite make out what he said from across the room. The boy also had several piercings in his ears as well as multiple tribal design tattoos on his arms and legs. His hair was died purple on the top with the sides shaved. ‘What a fag,’ thought Jason, his internalized homophobia making him look down on the boy for being so obviously gay, which was a stark contrast to Jason’s dream guy he was talking with. Jason realized he was staring at the pair, so he quickly turned and headed to the table with the snacks and drinks, avoiding the two by heading around the other side of the circle of chairs from where they were standing. Jason said hello to several of the other students that were hanging around the snack table. He grabbed a bottle of water so he had something to keep his hands occupied and hopefully hide his nervousness. After just a couple minutes, Jason’s dream guy, broke off his conversation with the fag boy and walked into the center of the circle of chairs. “Okay everyone, it’s time to start, everyone please take a seat so we can begin. For the fresh meat, er, I mean new comers, my name is Blake and I’m the group facilitator,” he said. Jason quickly found a seat and stared at the floor. ‘Maybe I made a mistake,’ he thought. He had grown up in a conservative household, his parents were devout evangelical Christians, in a conservative southern town. He knew he was gay from a young age but had always been too scared to act on it, let alone admit it to anyone. Now he was halfway across the country at a very liberal university on the coast of California just a short drive away from San Francisco. His father had tried to convince Jason to go to Liberty University, but Jason and gotten himself accepted with a full scholarship at an elite private university. While his parents weren’t happy about it, they said that since he was an adult, he could make his own choices now. Still, Jason was struggling with the thought of actually admitting to another person, let alone a room full of people, that he was gay. “So let’s start with introductions,” instructed Blake as he took his seat. Jason noticed that he did not sit next the flamboyant twink he had been talking with, which gave Jason hope that they weren’t a couple, “I’ll go first, as I just said my name is Blake. For those that don’t know me yet, I’m a senior this year. I’m doing a double major in Psychology and Education. I’m also on the swim team and if anyone is interested in trying out let me know and I can give you the details. I identify as gay. As an ice breaker, my idea of a great evening is listening to some music and snuggling with a cute guy.” There were a couple quiet chuckles from a few of the guys and the twink Blake had been talking with rolled his eyes and said, “Oh honey.” Jason had trouble focusing on the others as they introduced themselves. He kept trying to sneak glances at Blake but it seemed every time he looked towards him, Blake turned from whoever was speaking and smiled at Jason, which made Jason blush and stare back down at his feet. “As most of you already know, my name is Aiden,” said the boy that Jason had seen talking with Blake earlier. He had a stereotypical ‘gay voice’ and very over the top mannerisms, talking a lot with his hands. “I’m a sophomore and still haven’t figured out what major is going to be…” he was saying until he was interrupted by one of the guys on the other side of the circle shouting out. “You’re majoring in dick,” said the interrupter. Several of the guys laughed. “No cross talk Roger,” scolded Blake. Turning towards Aiden, he said “Please continue Aiden.” Aiden gave a smug smile then continued, “Well anyway, I identify as a cum dump and I’d say what my idea of a perfect evening was but I got told not to be so graphic at the end of last years meetings.” Again there were a few knowing chuckles. Jason was feeling nauseous, it was a combination of knowing there were just a couple more students until it was his turn to speak and warring emotions inside of him, he was both repulsed by Aiden and jealous of him. “Hey, it’s your turn if you would like to share,” said Blake to Jason. Jason had zoned out and now he was dying of embarrassment. “Um, uh, sorry,” he stammered. “My name’s Jason, I’m a freshman. I’m from a small town in Alabama,” he said trying to not look at Blake. “Isn’t his accent precious,” injected Aiden. “Let him finish,” scolded Blake. “Yes Sir,” snapped Aiden as he dramatically straightened up in his chair and smirked at Blake. There was an awkward silence before Jason continued, “Uh, I’m still debating between Political Science as a prelude to law school or maybe History and Education. I’m not sure how I identify yet, I think I’m gay as girls never really made me feel the way inside that I do when I think about guys. I really don’t know what a perfect night would be, I’ve never been on a date before,” Jason realized he was starting to ramble and overshare out of nervousness. He fought the urge to jump up and run out of the room. He expected the other guys in the room to start laughing at him but instead he some most of them of them were just quietly nodding and giving him welcoming smiles. “Thank you Jason. Don’t worry about picking a major or an identity. There will be plenty of time for you to figure everything out. That is what college is for, it helps you find out who you really are and lets you become what you were meant to be,” said Blake. The guy next to Jason started his introduction and Jason again had trouble focusing. After all the introductions were done, Blake led a discussion about safer-sex. He explained that it was a requirement from the university that the first night’s topic for all the student groups was to go over all the safer sex resources available at the campus health clinic including STD screening and PrEP for any students that felt they were a high risk for HIV. Blake also demonstrated on a banana how to apply a condom and that university recommended them for oral and anal sex as well as using a dental dam for rimming, all of which was available to students for free and both the health clinic and the LGBTQIA+ Student Center, which everyone just called the Rainbow Center since most of them kept stumbling over all the letters. After the presentation was over Blake announced that they still had the room for another half hour if people wanted to stay and mingle some more. Jason jumped up and was about to bolt for the door when Blake quickly crossed across the circle and stopped him, “Hey Jason you got a sec?” “Uh, sure I guess,” said Jason trying to not appear as the huge mess he felt he was at the moment. “I want to say it took a lot of courage for you to come here tonight. Coming out is tough and its hard if you are doing it all by yourself. If you would like to talk sometime we can grab a coffee at the Student Union and have a bit more relaxed chat, not in front of the big crazy group like these guys. Would you be interested in that?” asked Blake. Jason gulped. This smart, amazingly handsome jock senior was offering to have a coffee with him. Jason fought his instincts which were driving him right into fight or flight mode. “Um yeah, okay,” he said. “Great, does 3pm tomorrow work with your class schedule?” asked Blake. Jason couldn’t remember if it did or not but quickly replied, “Sure.” “Perfect, it’s a date,” laughed Blake. He saw a look of panic pass over Jason’s face, so he quickly added, “Just a phrase, no pressure Jason, I’m sorry.” “Uh okay, um, well,” sputter Jason, his words failing him. Fortunately Blake bailed him out, “Okay see you tomorrow at three,” he said as he reached out and gave the shorter boy a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and Jason finally got his wish to flee the meeting. After the new boy had left, Aiden walked over to Blake. “So, he seems interesting,” said Aiden with a smirk. “Yeah, I think I found this year’s Freshman Project already,” said Blake with a big smile. “Do you think he will be as easy to convert as I was?” asked Aiden. “Depends on which definition of convert you are talking about,” replied Blake with a laugh. “Both,” said Aiden laughing as well. “Speaking of that, I missed you this summer, you started meds yet?” asked Blake. “I missed that pussy wrecker of yours. My t-cells are holding up so far so I haven’t started any yet, want to get as many strains as I can before I have to start. I’d love a recharge of yours if you are offering,” said Aiden as he leaned into the muscular swimmer who had been his gifter last fall. “Sure come by my apartment tomorrow after 9pm, I’m sure I’ll have good load worked up after spending a few hours with that naive southern boy. You going to want to pick up any party favors for the weekend as well?” asked Blake as he reached down and gave Aiden’s ass cheek a hard squeeze. “Yes please, I’ve already got quite a few guys lined up who also missed me over the summer,” teased Aiden. “Well keep some time available for me, I’m going to need to breed that ass of yours a lot until I got Jason broken in,” said Blake. “Well then for my sake I hope our little southern belle hangs on to her virginity for as long as she can,” said Aiden. “Oh come now Aide, you know he’s going to be pregnant with my babies before the Thanksgiving break, particularly if he meets Miss Tina,” said Blake, an evil gleam in his eye.

Long time lurker, first time poster here. I was feeling horny after work, so I decided to go to the nearby cruising park. First guy was lean and tall 30s, jerking while sitting on a stump on a side trail. As I approached, he let go of his dick and I saw it was nicely hung. I got down and started sucking him. I proceeded to pull out my dick and jerk while still sucking him. Then I pulled the back of my shorts down so he knew he could play with my hole if he wanted. At that, he stood up and turned me around. He spit on his dick and began pushing into my hole. He continued pushing steadily until he was all the way in. He kept me bent over and gave a nice pounding for a 10 minutes until he started grunting. At that, he pulled my hips in and bred me deep. It felt great getting his multi day load (according to what he said after). I thanked him and continued to cruise, as I now couldn’t leave without another breeding. A short while later, I found this hot 29 year old cruising the park. The type of guy that many wouldn’t think he’d be into the cruising scene. I followed him off the trail, and he pulled out his dick for me to suck. He didn’t take long to have me turn around so he could fuck me. He slid is raw dick in fairly easily from the last load in me and moaned at my wet hole. He just wanted to fuck and go quickly, because after a short bit, he pulled my shoulders back and bred his load into me. As I went home, I felt great and earning two massive loads. No names, no questions.

Some years ago, not long after I left Uni, I was in Brighton for a conference with some senior colleagues. It was pretty boring and I'd heard about a sauna not far from the conference centre. So I slipped away one afternoon and decided to go and find the place. I can't remember what it was called, but it was down a side street behind an anonymous blue door. Inside, it was small with a ground floor with a sauna cabin and seating area beside the reception. Upstairs were a couple of playrooms, each with a mattress on a low platform. I changed, wrapped a towel around my waist and checked the place out. It wasn't busy at that stage. In the sauna cabin, I got talking to a middle-aged guy with an average, fleshy body but a nice looking cock with a mushroom head which poked out from his towel. He saw me looking and uncovered it and stroked it to erection. A heavy drool of precum slid onto the bench. I was very excited, but also a bit shy and didn't know what to do. But he just smiled and said "Let's go upstairs." I followed him up the narrow stairs to one of the playrooms. He unwrapped my towel and let it drop and I shivered with excitement as he grasped my cock and stroked it hard. He dropped his towel and got me to hold his heavy cock and soon my hand was slippery with precum. We kissed and the feel of his tongue in my mouth made me feel faint with pleasure. Before I knew it, he pushed me back onto the bench and lifted my legs to my chest. "Nice arse." He said, picking up a sachet of lube from the mattress. He tore it open and smeared it on my arsehole. sliding his finger in a little and making me gasp. He started pushing his cock into me. The big head stretched me open, then popped in and I moaned as the heavy shaft slid in and his balls flattened against my cheeks. "Oh very nice!" He sighed happily. I couldn't believe he'd gone in bare and I was about to ask about a condom when he said " I take it you're poz like me?" My blood froze but his cock felt so good sliding in and out. What should I do? "N..n..no,. I'm not " I finally said, but I didn't move. He raised and eyebrow and said " I suppose we should stop, then?" But he kept fucking me and it felt unbelievable, especially knowing it was a poz cock and it had already leaked toxic pre-cum in me. I gasped and raised my legs further, thrusting my arse out so his cock could go deeper. I had made my decision. I couldn't stop. If I was to get pregnant, so be it. In fact, I wanted his poz seed to impregnate me. He smiled as he felt me draw him in. "So, " He said. " You want my poz babies after all?" I nodded and surrendered myself to him. "Good lad!" He leaned forward, looked me in the eye and said "Here it comes! Poz seed in you!" With that he leaned and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and then I felt his cock swell and throb, swell and throb as he came in me. I groaned with lust. I had nver felt so excited knowing his dirty cum was probably infecting me. When he'd finished we lay for a while as his cock softened in me "When it slips out, close your hole and keep the cum inside. We want it to take, don't we?" As his cock slipped out with a wet hiss, I closed my arsehole as he had told me. He got up and showed me his glistening cock, wet with sperm. My cock was rigid and twitching with excitement as my chest heaved and gasped with lust

Ok I know I better try a bit harder getting my abs back but here is a fairly decent shot showing my pierced nipples and my pierced dick. Had my nipples done some 25 years ago at a legendary piercing shop in West Hollywood. Then the PA I DID MYSELF... some 20 years ago! Both ears pierced in earnest long before that. It's a look that radiates 'MANSLUT" and brings out awesome reactions from the fans, I'm fairly smooth and a shave/trim the pubes on the regular... something I associate with BAREBACK SPORTS-FUCKING!

So here is part 2 which I wrote last night. I might get another one out this weekend, but then the pace will likely slow down as I have to work during the week. Freshman Project: Jason (Part 2) Jason met Blake at the coffee shop in the student center on Wednesday. Their conversation started out a little awkward but Blake used his psychology training to slowly get Jason to open up to him and tell him about his strict religious upbringing that he always internally rebelled against but outwardly complied with. Blake also got Jason to share that while his parents had let him come to school here, they had in effect cut him off, only being willing to cover a small part of the food and lodging expenses that had not been covered by his scholarships. Jason had gotten a part time job working in the food service department at the dorms so he could get a little bit of spending money. As a large percentage of the school were from wealthy families, Jason was embarrassed by having to cook their meals, at least he worked in the back and didn’t have to serve the food. Blake filed that information away for later, perhaps a financial incentive could be used to help motivate Jason. Blake also was able to coax Jason’s work and class schedule out of him by expressing a fear that Jason might be taking on too much. Finally he learned that Jason was in the freshman dorms and was in a shared unit. His roommate was a computer science major and spent most of his time in the room or the dorm lounge on his laptop coding. Blake shared little bits about his history as well. When Jason asked about his first time, Blake just let him know that he was having sex with his classmates since middle school, but who and what he considered his first real time was with his high school swimming coach, a man named Mark Malone. Jason had never been in the closet, so he had been openly flirting with the man all throughout high school with no luck, but after he turned eighteen and graduated, his now ex-coach had invited him to spend the weekend at his house the week after school let out. That weekend was a beginning of a summer of learning about himself as the coach gave Blake the education he desired. Blake learned what being a pig and having gay sex could really be like. What Blake failed to mention is that Mark had introduced him to crystal and by the end of the weekend had Blake begging for load after charged load from his former coach. Jason had both hoped and feared that Blake might invite him back to his apartment which was just a couple blocks off campus. So he had mixed feelings when Blake said his goodbyes without making the offer. As Blake was getting ready to get up, Jason mustered up his courage and said, “You know at the group how all the guys shared what they thought would be a perfect evening, well I really liked yours the best, I hope someday I can find a guy that might let me spend the evening cuddling with him as we just chill, you know.” Blake pretended to look shocked, “Really? It just seems that most guys want to hook up, fuck, and move on. I hope I’m not being too forward, but since you don’t have class until ten on Friday, would you be interested getting coffee again Thursday at four, I remember you mentioning Thursdays was one of your nights off, and then if you think it feels right, we can go to my place and just chill, listen to music or watch a movie, no sex I promise, but maybe some light cuddling if it seems we’d both be into it. Don’t worry your cherry will not be on the menu, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Jason blushed, there was so much he wanted to do but was too afraid to let anyone know. “Um, yeah, I think I can do that. Coffee on Thursday and then your place but only if we both want, I don’t want to impose on you. I’m sure you got a lot of guys wanting to spend time with you.” He instantly regretted saying that last part. Blake laughed, “You’d be surprised actually. Apparently I seem to intimidate a lot of our classmates and they think I’m out of their league. I haven’t dated more than about one guy from school a year. They usually don’t last over the summer though.” Jason took that opportunity to bring up Aiden, “So did you date Aiden?” Blake gave a wry smile. “You’re sharp, you picked up on that?” “Yeah, it just seemed the easy way you had talking with him at the group that there was something familiar between you too,” said Jason, finding it easier to talk to Blake as the conversation went on. He finally asked what he really wanted to ask, “He’s really flamboyant and well I guess just I don’t know how to say it other than really gay. Is that your type?” Blake paused a moment to let Jason think he was giving the question a lot of thought, “I don’t really have a set type, except that I tend to like guys that know what they want and are comfortable accepting themselves.” Jason couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face since he clearly knew that wasn’t him, “Oh.” “Hey wait a second there, don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not saying you aren’t my type or that you are my type, I wouldn’t do that to you while you are still trying to figure out who you are. Hell when I first met Aiden he was a lot like you. He may have even been worse, he was an army brat that didn’t have a father so much as a drill sergeant. He even showed up at college with a crew cut,” said Blake with a chuckle. Jason quietly asked, “So you made him that, uh, gay?” Blake shook his head and said, “No, I just gave him the opportunity to be whoever he wanted to be and accepted him for it. Ultimately it is why we broke up, he realized he did not want to be tied down...with a boyfriend. He actually does like to be tied down if you know what I mean.” Blake and Jason both laughed. “Yeah, I had the internet down in hicksville, I know what you mean,” said Jason. “Okay well I gotta head out, I hope to see you tomorrow,” said Blake. “Uh yeah, see you tomorrow at four,” replied Jason. As Blake got up from his chair and headed out, Jason noticed a large outline down the leg of Blake’s pants. Once again Jason’s stomach was in knots with a mix of fear and desire. 'Did I make him hard?" wondered Jason then smiled at the prospect that Blake might be into him in that way. *** Blake left the coffee house and headed to his apartment. He jumped in the shower and rinsed off, turning the water to cold before he hoped out to help him get himself under control. Jason’s mix of innocence and barely concealed desire was such an aphrodisiac. He didn’t bother getting dressed after he dried off since Aiden would there soon. While he waited, he went into his ‘office’, just the second bedroom of the two bedroom apartment, and took out a small amount meth, just enough for a little high to enhance the sex he and Aiden would be having, but not enough that he would be up all night. He then put the rest of his hard drugs into his time locked safe and set the timer for eight the next morning. He knew from experience that if he and Aiden had a largely unlimited access to his supply, the two would be not be able to stop, and since he did not have any customer appointments lined up he could lock his supply up from himself for the night. Next he took a blue chew then grabbed a canned vodka and juice drink out of the fridge to wash the taste out of his mouth. He drank, smoked a bowl of weed, and watched some youtube videos on his TV while he waited for Aiden to show up. It was only about fifteen minutes later when the intercom buzzed. Blake buzzed Aiden through the front gate, opened his apartment door, then sat back down on the couch, switching the TV to some porn, specifically the video he made when he fucked Aiden after slamming him for the first time. Aiden entered the apartment, closed the door, then immediately stripped down to just a jock strap. He went over and knelt between Blake’s smooth muscular legs, putting his hands behind his back, his head bowed, and his eyes focused on Blake’s thick uncut cock, which was around five inches long in its resting state. Once Aiden was settled, Blake reached down and cupped his chin, tilting his head up slightly. “Open,” he commanded. Aiden obeyed and opened his mouth, keeping his eyes lowered. He saw Blake’s cock twitch slightly a second before he heard, then felt Blake’s spit spray into his mouth and across his lips and chin. Blake let go of the boy’s chin, “Suck it faggot, suck my cock, convince me you still deserve my Daddy's gift. Let me see how much practice you got over the summer serving the men we rented you out to.” “Yes Master,” purred Aiden. He leaned down and not using his hands he worked Blake’s cock into his mouth and down his throat. It was easy since Blake was not yet fully hard. Slowly Blake’s cock started to harden to its full nine and half inch glory. Blake was expecting Aiden to start gagging since even at the end of last year he was still struggling with the girthy monster. When Blake’s cock came to full hardness, Aiden went all the way down on it and pressed his nose and lips into the swimmer’s shaved pubis. “Oh fuck boy, I see you finally mastered deep throating over the summer. You have finally become the cock whore you always really wanted to be, now let’s see how good you have really become,” said Blake. He took his hands and grabbed the sides of boy’s head and held his head to his crotch as he stood up off the coach. Aiden kept his Master's cock sheathed in his throat as they adjusted position. Blake then began skull fucking the boy. Aiden did an admirable job, getting just enough air in on the out strokes and only occasionally did he have to choke back vomit as Blake’s cock bottomed out in his throat. Finally after a couple minutes, Blake stopped with his cock fully impaled in the twink’s throat. His cock was too far down Aiden’s throat for Aiden to be able to breath through his nose so he just did his best to not panic and pull off. Blake watched the boy’s face turning red and then before Aiden passed out Blake released him. Aiden pulled off and fell to his side as he coughed and spit up a mix of pre-cum and saliva. His were watering and snot flowed out his nose. “Fuck you look sexy,” said Blake. He reached down and grabbed the long purple hair that grew out of the top of nineteen year old’s head. He pulled the boy’s face to his as he sat back down on the coach. They two lovers kissed passionately. Blake licked and sucked his boy’s slimy face clean, keeping it in his mouth, than feeding the snot, tears, and spit back Aiden. “Go ahead and hit the pipe, only one bowl each tonight, I got class in the morning,” said Blake as he motioned over to the table where he had laid out the glass pipe and the limited supply of tina. “Okay,” said Aiden with a hint of disappointment slipping through, “It’s probably for the best as I’ll be fucked up all Friday night and Saturday, so don’t need to be tweaking for four days straight.” He picked the pipe and torch up off the table then returned to the couch, resuming his original position between Blake’s legs. The college students took turns hitting the pipe and shotgunning the smoke back and forth until they were both flying high feeling the euphoria. The generic viagra had kicked in and Blake’s cock stayed relatively hard. Aiden’s smaller cock was barely making a bump in the pouch of his jock strap. When they had smoked through the tina, Blake grabbed the bottle of lube that was next to him on the couch and lubed up his cock, getting it back to full hardness in the process. “Climb up here and ride my cock facing me,” ordered Blake. Aiden quickly followed the command and straddled the swimmer’s legs, gently lowering himself onto Blake’s cock. “I see you came prepared, good boy,” said Blake as he felt his cock sliding into Aiden’s already lubed up and loosened ass. “My Intro to African Lit professor bred me during his office hours. There’s lube and two of his loads up there already Sir,” said Aiden. He knew one of Blake’s major turn on’s was to fuck a cum filled boy cunt. “Oh fuck, good boy, you're going to get at least two loads tonight to make sure you get a good recharge of Daddy’s strain. Blake had taken precautions to make sure he didn’t get another strain after he got knocked up by Coach Malone. When he left for college Coach had ordered him to find a freshman to pass on his babies to and that after he had done that, he could go on meds and be the piggy little slut boy Coach had shown him he was destined to be. The first year he had turned out his roommate, Charlie. Charlie, had been a closeted gay boy that had said he was straight when the two of them started exchanging emails after getting the room assignments. Charlie had indicated that he was open to having a gay roommate on his housing preference form. Once they were living together, Charlie could not keep his eyes off his openly gay swimmer roommate. Blake rarely wore a shirt in the room and often wore just a pair of bikini briefs in the evening when the two of them were alone in the room. He asked Charlie several times to let him know if it bothered him, but Charlie said it didn’t, that he played a lot of sports in high school and was used to the hanging out with guys that were naked or almost naked in the locker rooms so it wasn’t a problem. It only took about two weeks before Charlie was between Blake’s legs worshiping his roommate’s cock. But Charlie’s is a story for another time, as is Ian’s, the freshman that was Blake’s freshman project during his sophomore year. Blake grabbed Aiden’s hips and started thrusting hard up into the chemmed up slut that was bouncing up and down on his lap. “Slut, you ready to get a fresh load of toxic cum?” he growled. “Yes Master, give me your Daddy’s babies, I need them, give it to me, breed me,” panted Aiden. “I can’t wait until you make that snobby little shit Jason our brother.” “Soon baby, soon,” said Blake as he shot his first load on the night into Aiden’s sloppy cunt.

Nastyboys shouldn’t! 😈🐷😈

Stripped to just a jock and a harness I gripped the branch in front of me tightly and kept my eyes forward. I felt hands grab my hips and a heavy set body press against me from behind. I had put myself in this position for this very situation and I was making sure I stayed true to my self-made promise. The woods around here have always had a reputation, and just walking through them you could tell it was well deserved. Various hollows and gaps in the trees that veered from the main pathways were strewn with discarded condom wrappers, lube sachets and even the occassional piece of torn underwear. It felt sordid to just stand in a spot like this and that was exactly what I wanted. During the daytime there was always a steady passing trade. Work types on a lunch break, guys just taking a "stroll." Drivers who knew all the best places for quick relief and didn't care where it came from. Days could be fun. Nights, oh nights were quite different. The dark brings out all kinds to a place like this. You could guarantee that, while they might be responsible for the pieces of torn clothing found in the bushes, they certainly weren't leaving behind used rubbers or the wrappers. They never used them. The shades who drifted through these woodlands at night were the kind who indulged in every vice. If you've ever thought, "I don't think I'd like that." Whatever it was you didn't like, someone was doing it here under cover of darkness. That is exactly what I needed. I wanted to feel unrestrained by any social decency. I had to give myself over to the lusts that kept threatening to surface during daylight hours when I have to wear the mask of a good, responsible and civilised man. So I made myself ready, dressed accordingly and made my way to my nocturnal destination. Having parked up and walked a little way into the darkened woodland I found a likely hollow and stripped quickly. Having done so I waited. Facing into the hollow, bent over and back arched presenting myself fully for use. Anyone finding me like this would know exactly what I am and in this place at this time I am a fuckhole. I don't know exactly what it is about being mostly naked in a vulnerable position, but the mixture of fear, anticipation and need heighten every response. The little voice asking, "What the fuck are you doing?" Well that is easily drowned out by the other voice. The one that is begging to be caught, the one that says, "Whatever happens now, you deserve it!" I hear the crack of a branch as someone negotiates the darkness but its not enough to gauge their direction of travel. I try to concentrate, to pick up on any sound to indicate whether I am in a good location tonight. Then I feel it. How he is behind me without a sound I don't know but my whole body tenses and immediately relaxes as the hot calloused hand runs over my arse and up my back. Fingers run under the straps of my harness and jock as if he is mentally mapping every inch of my exposed skin. Nothing has been said so far but I can hear his breathing deepen as he slides a hand between my cheeks and runs his fingers over my hole. I gasp at the feeling and push back instinctively and he doesn't dissappoint as, finding me already wet with lube, he shoves two fingers right up me. Holding my harness with one hand and pulling me onto his questing digits he grunts approvingly and hoarsly whispers, "You really are ready for it aren't you?" I just grunt as he pushes as deep as he can and nod at the night. I squeeze my hole on his fingers and hope that is affirmation enough. He slides his hands from me and I hear the unmistakable sound of rustling fabric, of clothes being shed. Hands grab my head and a bottle of poppers are pressed to my nose with a simple command. "Breathe." I let it happen, let myself inhale the fumes deeply and repeat as he switches sides. Fuck they are strong and I feel the warmth and slight sensation of dizziness as he pulls the bottle away. "Going to take my bare cock aren't you boy?" I just groan knowing that no answer I can give will make any difference but knowing that that is exactly what I need. Stripped to just a jock and a harness I gripped the branch in front of me tightly and keep my eyes forward. I felt his hands grab my hips and a heavy set body press against me from behind. I had put myself in this position for this very situation and I wasn't about to give up now. The sudden pressure of a thick cockhead finds my arsehole easily and just as easily slides in. I groan at the intrusion glad of the lube because I get the feeling he would have shoved into me with or without it. "Nice fucking hole," the hissed words match the time it takes him to bottom out in me. His hands tighten on my hips and he begins to rock in and out with my hole squeezing down around that rigid flesh pole. He grips me tightly, his fingers pressing into my skin as his cock pumps steadily in and out of me. We are both panting at the exertion, each one enjoying the sensations running through our bodies. I am pushing back onto his dick telling him through my movements and animal grunts just how much I want him, want his cock, his fucking, his cum. He slides a hand up my body and grips my neck as he leans into my body and I feel his panting breath on my ear. "You fucking want it don't you?" I grunt a "Yes." "Yeah you do. You want me to ruin this slutty fucking hole!" As he grinds himself all the way inside me. Holding his hips right up against me he begins a short jabbing rhythm that stabs his cock into my hole rapidly and has me groaning in need. "Fucking taking it bare like a dirty fucking whore. Tell me you want my load." I can tell by his movements and his ragged breath he is getting close and I love it. "Fucking ask for my cum you slut." He rasps as his pace quickens even more. "Please," I manage to pant out. "Fuck your cum into me. I need it!" The desperation is clear in my voice, this is what I came for. "Yeah! Take my dirty cock you cunt. Gonna knock you up like you want!" "Do it!" I cry out. "Fucking load my hole!" It is clearly what he needs to hear as he jams his cock right up my hole, holds me tight and his cock pulses inside me unleashing the pent up sperm to paint my insides. "Fuuuck!" The exhalation is drawn out and I feel him relax even as he holds on to me. "That was fucking great. I needed that. I think you did too." He chuckles as he slides himself from me. I remain in position. The cool night air chills the sweat on my skin and I can feel my hole, wet and used pulse from the recent abuse. "Thank you." I whisper to my unseen fucker genuinely glad for the essence he has left in me. I feel a hand glide over my skin and a playful swat at my arse cheek. "Dirty fucker taking dirty loads in the dark. You looking to get knocked up?" For the first time I glance over my shoulder with a half smile on my still flushed face. "You're too late for that, but I really needed the recharge." "Fuck! You dirty cunt! I wish I'd known I'd have really wrecked your hole but if you're staying for more and I see anyone else I'll point them this way. Hope I see you up here again." With that he's gone. My ears are still ringing from the poppers and the exertion and I don't hear him walk away I just wait and hope for more.

Why do people do SW? At McDonald's, you might make $10-$15 per hour but as a SW you can make $200-$500 per hour.

Some math. If you a poz chaser hunting for primal strains, then you cannot go younger than 55. Love math

Can stop looking at this picture 📸 I keep imagining that my ass is up for him!!

If they are going to charge $999 a night for the LiNK it better come with unlimited dick all night because the owners are nuts.....You're not going there to sleep or enjoy the "amenities", you are going there to fuck. Give me a break....

I moved from Honolulu to San Francisco and then back to Honolulu which can be described as different decades of my sexual life. 30-40-50. Also condom and no condom universe. SF was great! But I felt there were just a million times more bottoms in SF. Also everyone is on drugs so those who are tops couldn’t stay hard or became bottoms, idk. With 10 times more slutty and bb bottoms to choose, I didn’t have a lot of chances. Hawaii on the other had, especially with the strong military presence. When I returned to Hawaii I got a lot of bbc and depending on where you live a lot of tourist dick. More bbc in Hawaii than SF. I think I got fuck more in Hawaii than SF. The local guys still live at home, it’s impossible to get your own place in Hawaii. So if you have your own place… you can get more dick. location location location

I am unsure if there will be a part 2. I will consider it though. Often, further chapters never live up to the original.

I used to let this Latino guy, Alberto, fuck my bubble ass. He was older than me and I suspected he was HIV positive. Every time he put his huge dick inside me, it was bareback, and I had to insist that he wore a condom. Fast forward a couple of years, after I got pozzed during Pride 2004. I ran into Alberto at the bathhouse, where I was face down and ass up in a room. Alberto came in and put the tip of his bare dick inside me. I reached around to feel if he was wearing a condom and of course he wasn't. I took a deep hit of poppers and then slowly backed my raw hole all the way down to the root of his cock. We started to fuck intensely. My hole was devouring his poz cock. We took a break during which he said "I wish I could piss in your ass. I wish I could cum in your ass." I leapt onto the bed doggy style ass up and open to let him know that he could pump my ass with whatever he wanted. In the end, he blew a load inside me, walked out of the room without me realizing it. He had left the door wide open, so everyone passing by could see my doggy style ass dripping with his cum.

You only need to bleed once a month, but bruises can be pretty.

I’m usually naked at home. I’ll piss toilet or sink if by myself … always hoping to share in the shower with a buddy. I have a very private backyard with Pool. If I’m outside, I will piss anywhere. Including on myself if I’m laying back on one of the whatever direction my dick is pointing is the directions to piss will stream.

I’ve only used a condom three times in my life, and that was in high school fucking the cheerleaders, afraid to get them pregnant. And since then, I’ve only fucked raw and only will get fucked raw. If someone is so brazen to ask me to wear a condom, I will get up and walk out. I’ve done it before and I will do it again.

Fantastic chapter. The car sex is amazing at 70 MPH. I wonder what the truckers thought?

So fucking hoT. This is a great story. Finally getting to Jeremy’s ass soon. I am wondering if Jeremy is gonna be totally green, or whether he’s already experienced with the glass cock and the rig. Either way it will be hoT! Pigs 🐷 🐖 have more fun! ❄️ ☁️ 💉

Depends on the fuck bud really. One lives next door to me, but I live with my parents and have to be careful they don't see what's going on, but we hook up several times a week. There's Subway Kyle who will text me a couple times a week for me to come by...sometimes to flip, sometimes just bottom, sometimes just top. There's cheating garage boy who likes it a couple times a week, usually get a text from him in the morning once his BF goes to work or at night once the BF has gone to sleep. I've got three neighborhood boys around 18/19 that I do it with pretty regular too, all Latino, all verse, all barebackers, get with all of them at least once a week but usually more. There's a few other guys where its maybe once a week or every other week, it just depends.

It reminds me of evenings spent in a well-known wood near Paris. Naked and exposed ass waiting for every passing cock ready to fuck me.

Like so many guys I have a yard so when I'm outside I piss wherever I am. But I have been known to piss in the sink, the shower, the tub and more often than not in my jeans. I love the warm feeling trickling down my leg and seeing a big wet patch emerging round my crotch.

Chapter 4: Who have I become? “Sup Fag? You want some of this?” “Yeh? You want to play with it? Tell me about you” — I typically follow instructions well. I rarely color outside the lines in life. Boundaries and rules have kept me on a pretty consistent path. So I guess it isn’t a surprise that I followed these instructions like my life depended on them. The next part of the journey isn’t always clear in my memory. I know I reached out. I know I consented to be drugged and to get used. I don’t know much else. I also know that I hit a sort of rock bottom after this. I opened up to friends and family about what was happening, not going into explicit detail, but letting them know that the breakup was really hard on me and that I was struggling. I knew there was a risk that the photos, videos, or other information could end up being used against me, but I did what I could to prevent that. I changed phone numbers, scrubbed my online presence, and started trying to take care of myself. The photos and videos of me never surfaced, my family and friends were never contacted, and in general, the only person who knew what happened was me and whoever else I came into contact with, or rather, who came into contact with me and then shot their loads in me. This new direction was helpful, for a time, but deep down I knew that I was always going to stumble and fall back into depravity. But, there were lessons from this experience that helped in other areas. I became less rigid, more flexible in terms of boundaries and rules. However, this also meant that it wasn’t always so straight forward or certain what steps I should take. I was used to living in black & white, and suddenly I was forced to live with a lot more complexity than that. I pumped the brakes on sexual activity and I went completely sober. Following this experience, it took time to get over Trev and to put the wheels back on my general existence after falling off the tracks so spectacularly. I deleted the online hook up apps, I stopped watching porn, and I went an entire year without even making out with a guy. I think I wanted a hard reset. It was useful. However, after a year of trying my best to be what I thought was a better version of me, I was finding myself bored, alone, and horny. Over this time I had switched jobs, still in comms/marketing, but with another organization and a different type of role. In my new role, I was going to be traveling a lot more which I was excited for, but also nervous about. I knew traveling could get me into trouble. I got a new phone at work, the same number and phone as a previous employee from another department, but otherwise new to me. First on my agenda in my new role was to head to the national office for training and onboarding. I was going to be flown to a much larger city in the middle of the country for a week to meet directors and VPs and get a sense for the new landscape I was in. I was excited, but all I could think about was, “will I behave?” I wasn’t so sure. I headed up early on a Monday morning. I hadn’t even booted up the phone yet, waiting till I was on the plane out before even looking at the thing. It was completely reset. Funny how I was trying to do a complete reset on my life too. I booted up the phone, set it up with my info, and then looked to see what was happening. Right away I got a text message. I assumed it was from the corporate head office. I was wrong. “Sup Fag? You want some of this?” It was from an unknown number, with a picture of a hard uncut dick, wet, with a bottle of poppers next to the dick. I was shocked. I had also opened this on the plane, but thankfully no one was sitting next to me. Was the previous owner of this phone a slut? What was happening? The text message and the picture was so shocking to me. I didnt notice that I was instantly harder than I have been in months. I had to cover my lap with my bag to hide my hard on. “Sir, you need to put your bag under your seat for take off”. I smiled at the flight attendant and nodded and replaced my bag with my jacket. My dick was throbbing. I wasn’t sure what I should do about the text message? I was going to delete and block the number, but I was so curious. Curious and horny. Things were a bit different for me now. I was on prep, feeling a bit more secure in my own sexual desires, but it had been so long since I tried anything with anyone. I had assumed I would start dating, not jump into the apps. But this message from a complete stranger, it almost didnt seem real. I texted back. “Hey, this message must be for the previous owner of the phone. I got this number and phone through work. Sorry, you got a different guy here.” Thinking this would be it, I turned off the phone, tried to recenter myself, and tucked in for the flight. But my hard on wouldn’t leave. I just kept thinking about that dick and the poppers, about the wild times I had a year ago. As the plane took off and we started the climb into the sky, all I could think about was getting off. As soon as the plane climbed high enough for seat belts to be taken off, I grabbed the phone and rushed to the bathroom. I need to jerk it, and the least I could do was use this unsolicited image as my bate material. I booted up the phone and saw another message. Fuck, I forgot to turn the phone onto airplane mode before turning it off so it was still sending/receiving messages. The message was from the same number. “Do you like what you see?” Of course I did. My rock hard cock was leaking through my pants as I was standing in the airplane bathroom about to jerk it to this random guy's photo. I had to ignore the messages and just jerk off. Ignore the messages. Just ignore it. I turned the phone on airplane mode and started jerking to the photo. I could feel myself shaking, I was so horny and worked up. Just receiving a message like this after such a long period without porn and action was enough to send my body into overdrive. I was jerking, with the intention of getting off as quickly as possible. I didn’t last long. I jerked and shot a huge load into the sink and streaking up into the mirror of the plane bathroom. Hopefully I didnt make too much noise. I cleaned up, headed back to the seat, and forgot all about it. A few hours later I landed and I headed to the hotel. I wasn’t on official work duties at all today. I was just required to get to the hotel, check in, and relax. It was summer and hot. I thought about maybe checking out the local queer scene, or going for a walk. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to get up to. Shortly after getting to my room, visions of my hookups a year ago came back to me. The text message and the photo were front and center in my mind. I was in trouble. Even though I jerked, I could tell I was still excited and felt a sense of ravenous desire that I have not experienced sober before in my life. I opened up my phone, looked at the last message from this mystery popper dick guy and wrote him back. “Yes.” Short, simple, uncomplicated. I fell into bed and started playing with my dick. I had not used porn in almost a year. I deleted most of my accounts and I didnt have any saved content anywhere, not even on my computer. But I was craving porn. Really bad. But I wanted to stick to my principles. I felt the phone vibrate. It was him. “Yeh? You want to play with it? Tell me about you” I knew this wasn’t going to end well. I needed to delete and block the number. I needed to stick to what was working for me. But, if I was so serious about these new rules and boundaries in my life, why was I so bored? So alone? So fucking horny all the time? I wrote back and sent him a selfie with a message. “Bored, away for work in another city, and horny”. Well, I knew exactly where this was going to go. I told him where I was, which hotel, the room number, how long I was staying, he asked more questions, never really offering up details about himself. But I think I needed and wanted an outlet. He became the place for my sexual confessions. As much as I tried to improve my life and reconcile all these different parts of myself, I hadn’t truly opened up about what had happened a year ago. “So, you are a submissive gooner fag? Wanting to get fucked anonymously while also being fucked up? Is that correct?” I was rock hard and jerking while texting with him. He was triggering all the parts of me that have been wanting to be triggered. I was completely unhinged and unlocked. “Yes sir. That is what I want. It has been so long.” Even though I had gotten off earlier I was rock hard, leaking, and bating hard. “Good boy. You are little fag. I will have more instructions for you, but for now, stop touching your dick and wait by the phone. And go check the package that is outside of your door”. Oh fuck. Things were escalating. I tucked my dick in my shorts and opened the hotel door to find a small brown bag. I quickly grabbed it and went inside. Another text. “Enjoy… be in touch soon”. Inside the bag were two bottles of unopened poppers, a brand I had never used before, and some treats, a couple baggies of white powder, a couple baggies of brown powder, and a few pills. I should have just thrown it all out. I should have gone to the hotel and asked for a new room. I should have blocked the number. But all I could think was, fuck it. Who was I becoming? (to be continued)

Part 21 I lay there on the picnic table (still) with my eyes closed. Ryan had pulled his dick out of my mouth and told me what a good job I had done cleaning it off after he had fucked me. I felt more satisfied than I ever had in my life, experiencing so many things today that I would never have been able to imagine just a week ago before I met Drew. The three hunky sexy studs I had spent the last number of hours with had shown me the pleasures of hot man-to-man raw sex, something I had never thought about my whole life. I couldn't believe this kind of wild unrestrained sex was so readily available and I'd never had a clue. But now everything had changed because of what had happened today and with Drew last week. I had had a kind of intense sexual experience unlike anything I'd ever had with my wife. And I knew I couldn't ever give it up. Especially with the tina fuck smoke magnifying everything, I was going to be seeking out more naked, sleazy, man-sex every chance I could. I knew I should feel totally exhausted and wiped out after the long non-stop physical afternoon but instead I was feeling horny, my mind racing, my naked body tingling. I heard my sex mentors talking close by but didn't bother to open my eyes, instead letting their voices elicit memories of what all we had done today. Thinking of all the erotic nasty fun we'd had I felt my dick begin to stiffen and reached down and began slowly stroking it with a fist. With my other hand I was playing with my hard nips. I moaned lustily as my hands turned my body on and my hunger began growing again. Suddenly I felt a pair of wet lips pressing against mine and I opened my mouth at the same I opened my eyes and saw it was Drew. I moved my hands from my dick and nips and used them to pull him on top of me as we started making out passionately. Our need-filled muffled moans became louder as we both sucked on each other's tongue with more eagerness. I could feel his hard throbbing cock rubbing against mine, leaking his precum onto my shaft and into my pubes. I remembered how great that cock had felt in my hole when he used it to take my virgin ass (after the initial pain had faded it felt great for sure!) That memory caused me to pull him tighter against me and growl into our kiss. I was looking forward to having this young stud fuck me again and was also looking forward to burying my own cock deep in his tight jock hole. He was the only one of the three that I had not fucked today.....at least not yet. Drew pulled back from our kiss and gave me what was almost a leer, but it was sexy as hell! “You're hooked, aren't you Daddy Justin?” he asked softly. “You're not the uptight 'I'm not into guys' hesitant guy I met last week.” It was a statement, not a question. We both knew he was 100% right. “No, no, I'm not that man, you're right. You...you and Kevin and Ryan, along with Tina, have made that man disappear. You all have shown me things I didn't know existed and yes, I'm hooked. I like who you've helped me become and I want to be who I am now all the time.” Drew smiled at me and said, “You mean a fucking dirty piggy cheating married daddy who can't get enough cock and cum and drugs? Being a cock and cum slut pig behind your wife's back and wanting more and more? The kind of horny sexy fucker who gets turned on by cheating? Who even gets turned on by some hot fantasy roleplay daddy/son incest fucking?” Drew spoke this last part in a low sex-filled almost hypnotic voice and I groaned in undisguised lust. “Oh fuck yeah! That's what I mean. It's who I've become and I fucking love it!” I cried out to him. Drew raised himself up from my chest and sat on my thighs, stroking his hard cock in one hand and using his other hand to stroke my rigid flesh. “Am I your son Daddy Justin? Do you want to be my dirty daddy?” I didn't need to think before I answered, my body and mind now once more fully aroused. “Hell yeah, I am. I'm your daddy and you are my hot-as-fuck nasty son!”, I said, running my hands over his thighs, across his abs and resting on his toned smooth pecs. “Do you want to fuck me Daddy? Do you want to fuck your own son with the cock that made him until you shoot your cum inside my guts?” This devious young man was pushing all of my buttons. “Oh gawd yes, baby boy! I want to fuck you son. I want to bury your own father's dick inside you and cum in you!” I almost panted. I watched as Drew moved himself until his hairless tight hole was situated just above my aching boner. Then, like he had done last week when I first fucked him, he pushed down slowly and steadily, my cockhead slipping effortlessly between his asslips and deeper into him as he continued his sensuous descent. We both moaned as our bodies connected once more and we locked eyes. “Oh fuck Daddy. Your cock is so big and hard. It feels so good inside me. Fuck me Daddy! Please fuck me and give me your cum!” he shouted out. “Ah hell yeah son. Your hole feels so warm and tight on daddy's dick. Ride me son! Fuck yourself on your daddy's cock and make me cum inside you!” I cried out. And that's what he did – he began fucking himself up and down on my raw dick, moaning in heated pleasure every time my cockhead rubbed across his prostate. Our cries and shouts had of course drawn Kevin's and Ryan's attention and they were now standing beside the table watching us fuck and egging us on with their sexy verbal talk. Then without a word Kevin was sliding the pipe stem between my lips again as I saw Ryan doing the same to Drew. We both inhaled deeply, ready for the fuck smoke to make our fucking more intense. Blowing out a thick cloud I grabbed Drew's hips and looked into his eyes. “Oh fuck yeah son! Ride daddy's dick. Fucking fuck yourself on it boy!” Drew blew out his cloud and looked back at me. “Mmmmm yeah Daddy! Fuck me deep and hard. I want you to cum in me and breed me. Please Daddy do it!” I thrust harder up into him meeting his downward slide and answered, “I will son. Yeah Drew, take daddy's dick baby!” Drew slammed his ass down hard to the base of my cock and said, “Not Drew, Daddy. I'm Jeremy. Your son. You're fucking your son Jeremy, right?” I felt my dick get even harder in Drew's ass hearing him say this and I felt myself fall deeper into the debauchery and depr*vity of this entire day. “Oh fuck Jeremy! Daddy's fucking you son! I'm about to cum baby! Do you want it Jeremy?!” I said hoarsely. Drew grabbed my nips and twisted them and spoke in a demanding voice. “Hell yes Daddy! Give your cum to me. Fill me up with your incest cum Daddy. Your own son Jeremy!” With that I had no choice but to give in and I began shooting bullets of hot cum deep inside the ass wrapped tight around my dick. My son Jeremy's perfect ass! (more to cum)

That is not entirely the case. The “second sphincter” at the sigmoid junction is not a true sphincter, but a sort of pseudosphincter, and while you are correct in saying that it is not subject to conscious control, its function is not to prevent stool from leaving the body. Its purpose is to retain fecal matter in the sigmoid colon for final water absorption and solidification before being passed to the rectum to be expelled. Once the package is ready to be delivered, it gets ‘released to shipping’ and from that point it’s up to the rectum and anal sphincter to regulate how and when it gets delivered.

Chapter 5 FOURTEEN HOURS LATER He kept his promise. Earl didn't just use me as his sex toy, he used me as furniture. If he needed to cum, he bent me over and drained his balls deep in my ass. If he needed to piss (Earl drank a lot of beer), he grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open. If he wanted a seat, he always sat on my face. It was hypnotizing. The smell of sweat, musk, and sex around his hole made me light-headed. He'd split me open. His fat cock had drilled me so many times, it stopped tightening. I would look at myself in the mirror and watch the cum leak out of my gaping, throbbing hole. He even came in and made me eat it off his fingers. I never imagined someone was could treat people so brutally. Knowing he had done it before turned me on even more. His dick brainwashed me, and he could tell. He kept pushing boundaries. At one point, after he pulled the tip of his throbbing cock out of my ass, he lifted his arm up. "It's not big enough. I wanna fuck your hole up forever. I don't want you to take another dick without thinking about me." He spat on my hole again. He joined the fingers of his hand together and pushed even harder. I felt a warm, radiating pleasure go deeper and deeper inside me. "None of my cum leaks out of you. I'm pushing it all the way inside you, fag boy." I nodded my head in obedience. He saw how weak I was in that moment and took advantage of it. "Boy," he said in a growling voice as I felt his knuckles at least a foot deep in my guts. "Ask me what my tattoo means. My biohazard symbol." I had been wondering about that. I knew his dick was dangerous when I saw it, but I didn't think there was any deeper meaning that that. "Sir... what does your biohazard symbol mean? He grinned like the Devil and stared at me. "It means I'm going to fuck you up for life, kiddo. I'm gonna turn you into a whore forever. I'm going to give you the gift of freedom. You'll never be stuck with a limp-dicked boyfriend again, babyboy. You'll be a perverted slut like me for the rest of your life." I could feel his elbow on my ring. It felt like it was working its way into my brain. "I'm poz. I've been off my meds for ten years." I'd been in ecstasy before now, but I started to shudder. He had HIV? That horrible disease? The reason my boyfriend wore condoms? I thought about what he said more. A whore forever? I'd been his whore the whole day and I'd never felt so good... "You... came in me..." Was I gonna be like him? Would this make me his toy forever? "I did, babyboy," he said. "I'm working it deep in you right now. So there's no doubt. I'm gonna breed you, boy." I was paralyzed with fear and excitement. This was the peak of my degenerate urges. This was my ticket to a lifetime of satisfying my darkest desires. I would be in pure bliss, forever. My rapist, the sex offender who kidnapped and used me like a fleshlight for almost a full day, would be able to make me a whore for life. I couldn't resist. I wasn't strong enough. I reached my arms forward and grabbed his arms, pulling him closer. "Cum in me more, sir. You'll have more to work in with that big, strong arm of yours. Knock me up. Make me your evil young slut forever." His dick got hard in a second. He jumped on me, putting his hands around my throat and pulling my hole onto his cock. He didn't move his hips. He literally used me like a fleshlight. "Good boy," he whispered into my ear. He came ropes inside me twice in fifteen minutes, and then again on the couch after an hour. TBC

Final part I returned to breed my sweet raw neg ginger twink 3 more times that week. Each time I put so much poz seed in his unsuspecting hole it was guaranteed he would get the fuck flu soon. The last night I put 3 loads of my highly toxic cum in his stupid neg 20yr old bussy. Like always when I flew out of the city I logged out of my stealthing Grindr account. I keep one that I used in my home town and one I used while traveling aka the stealthing one. About 3 weeks later when I was in another city for work and logged into the special Grindr account I got the regular messages. But as I scrolled through my messages I found the chat with ginger had several missed message: “I loved being your boy daddy! When will you be back again?” ”I miss your big raw dick in my boy hole daddy” “You have created a monster daddy. I have taken 5 loads in my ass the last week since you last bred me.” “I am feeling sick daddy. I need to go to the doctor” ”OMG daddy help!! They think I may have HIV!! But everyone that came in me said they were neg. I am waiting for my results to come back.” “Its official, I have HIV. I need you to get checked.” “My other partners all came back neg. Did you get checked?” “Are you there man! Did you give me this shit?” ”Answer me!!” ”I know it was you. But I am no longer upset. I just want your big raw daddy dick in me again.” “Please daddy! I haven’t started meds yet and not gotten laid since I was tested. I need your dick!” ”Fine!! I guess I must go and spread my seed to make you happy. I found online about gifters and stealthers. It all makes sense when I think every thing you told me. I won’t start meds and hopefully pass your seed on. Let me know if your ever want to fuck my hole again.” He smiled at the messages and blocked the stupid ginner. He was happy he would embrace his true nature as a poz piggy bottom slut and that his toxic strain would pass on to other through him. That was his 29th confirmed poz baby. After blocking the ginger he got a message from a hot twinky 19 year old boy. He could wait to hit number 30.

“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.” This part made laugh, it was really cute!

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.

I wanna get abducted, drugged up and repeatedly gangraped by various groups of dirty whore fucking men, with group after group using and abusing my body, dumping load after load into my drugged out of my mind tranny whore ass, to the point where I get gangraped by hundreds of men a week, that also use me for a toilet, strangle me unconscious repeatedly, fuck me with baseball bats and gangfistfuck me till my asshole is completely ruined, but continue to use me and keep me heavily drugged. them the first time I come around I realize they have also gotten me breast implants and had my cock and balls removed and sold and replaced with another fuckhole. then I want them to offer to pay for my meds and expenses in exchange for turning me out as a post op trans girl porn star doing everything from simple bareback and gangbang porns to the sickest, most twisted dark net porns and turn me into the most famous t-girl in triple x and dark web porn.

Love getting cummed on cumm in my mouth then drinking piss

5. You’re doing well boy. How do you feel with your cock safely locked away?”read Sir’s next text. Hornier than ever Sir! Good. And I hear you served the tops I sent over so far today well. Thank you Sir. Now we don’t want to wear that nice cunt of yours too quickly. You’ll have a few hours off to do as you like. I will send you an address a little before 1 of where you’re supposed to go for your next load. What you decided to do before then is up to you. If you want more cock then you know how to find it. If you get bred you will get a video and send it to me right away. Yes Sir! And I expect at least two more videos of you filling a glass with your piss and drinking it down boy. Fuck! Yes Sir! Good. Have fun 😉 1pm, alright I had three hours to kill before my next task. My cock hurt a little straining against the cage, and my hole felt empty. I grabbed the plug from where it lay on the floor and bent over to cram it back into my hole. It slid in easily and didn’t quite lock in as tight as it did before. I went into my room and pulled a pair of briefs to try and keep the plug in better. What to do now. If I was totally honest with myself I didn’t want to wait till 1 to get fucked again. I was so horny I felt like I needed it. I went into the kitchen and got myself a large glass of water and drank it down quickly, thinking about how hot it had been to drink my own piss earlier in the day. Then I opened up scruff and started scrolling. The pickings were slim early morning on a weekday. So I sent out some messages, checked Grindr, and then started scrolling through porn Twitter while drinking another glass of water. Feeling my cock struggle against the cage made me even hornier. I started to look for new profiles to follow: subs, caged boys, raw bottoms, pigs. My searches got more and more raunchy. I watched caged boys be stretched out with toys and hands, I watched them take loads, and I watched them worship men’s bodies. I slugged back another glass of water, my bladder swelling slowly. This was the most turned on I had ever been. My hunger for cock was growing and the messages I sent out were getting more and more desperate. I eventually sent a message to a man older than my father with a thick mat of white chest hair, and just a bit of a bell on him saying only “please breed me Sir!” I sent similar messages to a few more guys while walking to the bathroom. The cup I had used earlier still sat on the bathroom sink. I held it under the slit at the end of my cock cage and let go. Warm pale yellow liquid filled the glass, steaming up the sides. I held the camera steady till the last drop feel from the cage and then swapped it to feature my face, smiled, and raised the glass to my lips. The taste was lighter than last time, slightly less acidic, but still the warmth of the liquid was alluring. The taboo of what I was doing filled me with lust as the warm tart liquid slid down my throat. I smiled into the camera, and then texted the video to Sir. And then the daddy I had messaged responded...

4. The door buzzed with in minutes, and not two minutes after that I was flat on my back just inside my front door with a total stranger’s cock balls deep inside of me. He was nothing too look at with an average sized dick, and he quickly fucked his load into me. He never even got fully undressed. When he was finished he smiled, said “you’re doing great,” and shoved the plug back into my wet hole before leaving. I let my legs down slowly and lay on the floor for a minute. I hadn’t even really processed what the guy looked like, or that I wasn’t that attracted to him before his cock was inside me. Then the lust had kicked in and I had taken his load without question. I was a slut, and I liked it. The door buzzed again startling me. I got up and pushed the call button asking who it is. “Open up boy.” It was a new voice but I knew the tone. I buzzed the man in and was soon standing naked in front of a tall black man with a broad chest and neatly trimmed beard. He wasted no time, he pressed me against the door, pulled his cock out and crammed it inside of me. Like they guy before him he was fast, and rough. His thick cock hammered at my battered hole while he growled in my ear. Then he rammed balls deep inside me and started to flood my guts. It wasn’t even 10am and I had two thick loads of cum in my hole already and my own piss in my stomach. I was hornier than I had ever been. All that I could think about was more sex. The club was doing a great job or driving me crazy and making me a horny slut. I loved it. “Good job boy, a lot of bottoms tap out around the second guy of the morning. Still interested in continuing?” The man said as he got dressed. “Fuck yes Sir!” “Good. Here’s the next part of your task,” he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch. “To ensure that you don’t get distracted during your tests your cock is going to be locked up in this.” From the pouch he pulled out a small clear cock cage. I had seen them a few times while cruising porn but never in real life. “Stand up boy.” I got up and the man knelt down in front of me. He took my balls in his hands and quickly slipped the ring around them and then around my slightly hardened cock. He spit into the shaft of the cage and stuffed it over my cock before it got too hard. Holding it in place with one hand he pulled the key out of the pouch and locked the two halves together. I watched as my cock quickly swelled to fill the tiny cage. It strained for release and a drop of precum leaked from the slit in the end of the cage. The man laughed and stood up. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself. That’s good, we’ve needed a new bottom in the stable for a while. Now I’ll be taking the key. Sir, who you met yesterday will hold on to it until your interview process is over, or you give up, whichever comes first. Enjoy yourself today, Sir will be in touch soon.” With that he patted me on the head and left. I was left naked, caged, and straining.

3. Sleeping plugged it turns out is pretty difficult. My cock seemed to leak all night and every way I turned the plug pressed into me in a new and exciting way. Occasionally when I couldn’t take it any more I would pull the plug out and fuck myself with it for a few minutes before stuffing it back in my hole. By morning I was stuck between horny and tired, but horny kept winning. At around 8am my phone buzzed. If you’ve made it through the night boy and still want to continue send me a video of you pulling that plug out of your cunt. I lay flat on my back on my bed immediately and holding my phone down past my ass pulled the plug from my hole, showed my gaping cunt and then stuffed the plug back in. The reply to my video was almost immediate. Good boy. Have you cleared your schedule? I have, I did I last night. Well done. Over the course of the day you will be given tasks that are meant to test how well you follow instructions. The second function of these tasks will be to test the limits you’re willing to go to. Yes Sir! Your first task is to fill a glass with your piss and drink it. You will film the whole thing and send it to me. It will be one continuous video, and you will show your full face. You have one hour to complete this task. I jumped up, the plug shifting in my hole, and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and chugged. Then another glass and another. I had never done anything with piss before but I was turned on. It felt degrading in a way I had never considered hot before. I had started to guess the night before, but now, chugging my fourth glass of water I was fairly certain I knew where bottoms fell in the hierarchy of the club. Bottoms were whores in the club. Slutty pigs who would do anything for cock, and they were testing me to see if I was enough of a pig. Or maybe not testing as much as training. I was being pushed to do more and more slutty things, but each one felt like a small step. I wasn’t allowed to cum so I would stay horny and be more willing to try thing. Even with this revelation that I was being manipulated I didn’t care. I was loving this feeling of giving up control, I loved feeling so sexy and horny all the time. I sipped another glass of water waiting for it to work through my system. It didn’t take long before I felt my bladder fill up. Slightly nervous I made my way to the bathroom. I had no idea what piss would taste like but I was excited to find out. I got out my camera, stood over the toilet, aimed my dick at the glass and started recording. It took me a minute to get started but then a river of piss filled the glass in no time. I had a hard time stopping before I over flowed it. Switching the camera to front facing I raised the glass to my lips and swallowed. It was hot, and bitter, and a little salty but I liked it. I was almost surprised by myself. I really liked it and I gulped it down quick as I could. When the glass was empty I ended the recording and sent it off. The response came quickly Looks like you enjoyed that boy. I did! Good. Have you ever tried piss before? No, I was really nervous but I actually liked it. For the rest of the day that’s how you’re going to piss. You will recycle every piss load you have. Understood? YES! I was genuinely excited. I felt this rush from breaking a taboo. I couldn’t wait to feel that again. Now, you said yesterday that the most loads you’d taken in a day was 4. Is that correct? Yes. Today, along with your tasks you will be breaking that record. Your first top is on his way. Like last night you will buzz him in, and do want he wants when he gets there. Understood? YES!

Bobby I had been talking to a guy named Bobby on a bareback website for a while, a month or so after I started this journey into pvp. We just never could get together due to real life stuff. Bobby was an older gay man who himself hadn’t been pnping long, and we enjoyed talking about our experiences. He was very vers, very average but very loving. So a few weeks after my black daddy, we had the chance to finally meet up. He was staying at a friend’s house about an hour away. I drove over there, and somehow I managed to beat him there, as he was out getting supplies. His friend was a bit weirded out that I showed up but talked to Bobby on the phone to confirm I was coming over. He brought his own supplies and let me hit the pipe a bit. I was feeling all nice and tingly by the time Bobby showed up about 20 or so minutes after I got there. We kissed and hugged and talked a bit, while we smoked a bit more. I asked to shower, and was able to clean up a bit. We moved to the friend’s bedroom and started to watch porn. Bobby and I made out, then played with each other. His friend was a bit out of it and mostly just egged us on. The porn was getting good, I was getting horny, and asked for a few more hits. They gladly offered it. I hit the pipe pretty hard, and let it sit for a bit. After a while, I was flying, very nice and horny. I 69’d with Bobby, with some popper hits in between. I got him nice and hard, and then begged him to fuck me as my mind was just in horny bottom land. He got some lube, lubed me up, and easily slid in. He fucked me for a bit, doggy style over the edge of the bed. I dared him to breed me, and I think he did, as he made the motions and sound as one would make cumming. I even felt a little bit of cum inside me afterwards. I was a bit pleased. We ended up talking a bit more, I cleaned out, and then I said goodbye for the night. I had no issues recovering, and even tried to see him again the next day, but sadly playing just wasn’t in the picture. A few weeks later, Bobby was able to get back into his own house, due to personal stuff he had going on. He invited me over for a weekend, to spend with him and his roommate, who was almost his boyfriend at this point (eventually they would end up getting married, but that was a disaster). His roommate/boyfriend was a younger guy, around my age, with a nice 8” thick cut cock. We’ll call him P for this, as I don’t want to give out his name really (Bobby doesn’t mind me telling his name). So I got to their house late in the afternoon. We started to talk a bit in their living/play room. P was nice, and we mostly just watched some basic tv stuff, getting to know one another. We even ordered some takeout, while P went out to get supplies. When he got back, we decided it was time to play. I went and got cleaned out, and then joined them downstairs in the play room. We put in some bareback porn, hit the pipe, and even did some G. I was really horny, and me and Bobby started to make out and going down on each other. P excused himself to get himself ready for stuff. Bobby and I played a bit more, 69’ing, rimming. Occasionally stopping to hit the pipe some. He suggested we move it to the bedroom. So we went upstairs to his bedroom and played some more. Now we had talked about slamming before, and that he and P did it occasionally. I told him that I had done it once, enjoyed it, and would really like to try again, especially with P’s big cock in me. So he went and talked to P while I played with myself on the bed with poppers and a dildo. He came back a few minutes later and said P was done for it. So we went into P’s bedroom. He started to ask me questions about it, various things, and then said that he was gonna give me a .1, since the last one was a bit strong to me. He put the band on my arm, showed me the rig, explained it all, and then did his work. He hit the right vein, drew it back, then told me get ready. He pushed in, looked at me as I started to semi-feel the rush. He popped the band off, and then came the cough and the rush. Oh my god, was it amazing. Not as strong as the first, but definitely great. Bobby sat with me as I felt wonderful. I started to babble all sorts of strong sexual raunchy stuff, and P just smiled. Bobby led me back into his bedroom while P took to admining one himself. I was on my knees sucking Bobby’s cock while he worked on a rig for himself. He smiled as he went flying. We started to seriously make out, my ass just begging for cock. P came in, smiled, with the biggest cock I had ever seen (or atleast in my mind). I immediately try to go down on him, but fuck, way too thick. After getting some growls of my terrible blowjob, P ordered me on the bed. I was all too happy. I slapped on some of their lube, which was a strong gel. I pushed nearly 4 fingers in, and was in ecstasy. P pulled me back down and had me bent over the bed, since we were near heights. He lined up and teased me, and told me to get ready. I hit my poppers several times and begged for it. He slid in. WOW! Just wow! He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, further. I took another hit and just laid there, watching Bobby jack his cock and egging us on. P then up the paced and really fucked me. Just hard. And I’m just moaning and moaning, calling myself a whore, asking them to breed me. Bobby ends up pulling my head to his dick and I’m getting spit roasted between them. After about 15 or so minutes, P grunts and unloads in me. Just unbelievable pleasure! He pulls out, and well apparently it was not a good site. I was quite embarrassed. He runs off to clean himself off, and Bobby works on me. I get in his shower and clean off and I’m a bit horrified. Blah. It had been so good, but fuck did he go way deep. Anyways, Bobby and I just cuddled in bed, talking, enjoy the comedown. It was nice. P stays in his room mostly after this. The next day, we all just chill and relax. Ordered some pizza, watched movies mostly. Bobby and I ended up playing around, with I almost hit a popper-hole. At some point, I was so completely out of it that Bobby thought I had passed out. Eventually we just decide to sleep. The next day I end up going home. I had a good time, and it was totally worth it. The return to the Black Daddy and a sex club… I had stayed away from the Black Daddy mostly because of the weird feeling I had when I was with him which might have been some ketamine. He emailed me a couple of weeks after our first encounter, scolding me a bit. I kinda brushed it off, explaining I was a bit weirded out. He said okay and to either keep in touch or stay away. I ended up staying away due to real life stuff. My roommates and I were looking for a new place. I also had been lurking on the deepweb, finding things I shouldn’t have. One thing I did find was credit card stuff. I, being stupid, thought this was an easy way for us to get a lot of money with a little bit of our own money. It ended up being a scam and we were out nearly $200. Feeling bad for myself, I started cruising. He popped up on one of the hookup sites, and invited me over. I told him that I wanted to be punished, that I wanted to be nothing but a toy. He said he could do that. I drove over to his house. He orderd me from the car to remove my clothing and walk his lot naked. I did this without question. A bit scary, but still. Once inside, he instructed me to fold my clothes, jump in the shower, and clean up. He gave me everything, ordered every action. Once I was done, he ordered me to put on the small gstring he had given me, which I did. He was doing this all without me seeing him, mostly him just yelling from his bedroom. He ordered me to come in, face the wall, hands up, and spread my legs. I did as ordered. He had me flex my ass, spread my cheeks, even hump at the wall. He then ordered me to turn around. “Will you do as I command, slave?” “Yes sir, as you command, sir.” “Good, take off my boots and socks.” He was sitting on the edge of his bed again. I did as ordered. He was holding his bong and was smoking a bit, blowing smoke at me. “Very good slave. Now explain what you did.” I explained. He laughed a bit about me fucking up. But then said that it was good for him because he got to play with his “sissy faggot hole” again. He ordered me to take hits. Slow hits. Hold the hit. Hit again, slowly. He had me spun and horny in no time. He ordered me to take off his pants, leaving his underwear on. He then had me get on my knees infront of him. He started to teabag me with his bulge in his underwear. He blew smoke at me as he did this, calling me all sorts of degrading names. “I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. I’m gonna take you out.” I was a bit surprised at this. “If that is what you please sir.” “Damn right it pleases me. You want to get fucked, and I’m gonna make you get fucked. Now get on the bed, all fours, like the sissy faggot whore you are.” I did as ordered. He got behind me and started to lube my hole up. He inserted in a dildo and fucked me with it for a few minutes. He ordered me not to moan, which was hard. I had to bite my lip to not. “I’m gonna put in these gel packs you see.” He showed me these small little blue pills. He went on to explain that they’re like time-release caps in some medicines. He had put some tina in it and he was gonna insert a few in me. In about 20-30 minutes, they will probably melt plus the tina will start to hit. He then ordered me to get dressed. We drove to a sex club a few minutes away. I have never been a sex club before, so this was new and scary. He paid the entrance fee, bought me a fresh bottle of poppers (that turned out to be shit), and we walked around. He led me through several places, including a very poorly lit back area. He eventually led me to a common area that had a couch. He took me in his hands and could see that I was starting to feel the booty bump coming on. “I’m gonna be right here waiting for you. There’s a booth over there. Get in it, strip down to the undies, and wait for guys to come to you or you can invite them in if you want them.” I went into the booth as instructed, as the bootybump began to affect me. The booth had gloryholes and within a few minutes, I was sucking some random cocks. I was horny as all get out. I tried to wave guys to my room, including a very attractive black guy, but to no avail. In my haze, somehow I think I got a latino guy with an uncut cock to come in. I pulled down his pants, started to suck his cock and then started to black out a bit. I barely remember it. When I was lucid, I know that I bent over a chair that was in the booth, holding my ass cheeks apart. I think the guy tried to fuck me, but again, memory was not on. Eventually the Black Daddy came and got me and dragged me out of the club. By this point I had slightly sobered up, and was trying to assess the situation. “I’m a bit disappointed in you. You wanted to get fucked, you had a couple of black guys just walk past your room and you couldn’t get them in there with you. I know you said you love black cock and I wanted to see you get fucked. You really are a sorry piece of sissy faggot shit. I’m gonna drive you back to your car now. Don’t say another word.” He was not happy, nor was I. We got back to his place, and he told me to just get in my car and go home. If I couldn’t do what he asked, then I was of no use to him. He left me just standing in his parking lot, a bit shocked at what had happened. I ended up getting in my car and driving to a nearby gas station. I bought myself some water and crackers and sat in my car for a good hour trying to get more sober to drive. I knew it was bad. Eventually I drove home, and was really bummed out about it. I ended up txting him the next day apologizing and saying that if he wanted me to have fucked those guys, he easily could have asked them. I was in no condition to talk and explained the blackouts and the like. He didn’t care and told me to never contact him again. And that was that. My worst time…. A few weeks later, my roomies and I had found a house and we’re really excited about it. I hadn’t had any problems recovering from my weird night so no one really knew anything was up with me. Life was okay. One night, I decided I wanted to play again. I was on a hookup site when this couple hit me up. Older guys, the top with an average cock, a vers with a nice 7-8” cock, but definitely into pnp. They loved my profile and wanted to get me flying and sleazy. So I headed over there. The top was named Mike and he welcomed me when I finally arrived, after missing a turn to their complex. He explained that he and his boyfriend lived with their ex, as they used to be a 3-person group. But they weren’t all together anymore and he sometimes hates company. But they really wanted to play with me. His partner, let’s call him Bill cause I honestly can’t remember his name, was in their ‘play office’ just watching porn and being very tweaked out. Mike and I started talking a bit and found out that we had a mutual friend in Bobby, along with a black guy named Jay that I had been talking to for the past few months (not the Black Daddy). Mike offered me his bong and let me take some hits. His stuff was STRONG. Within a few hits, I was spun. Not flying. Spun. Mike and I had started to talk about some raunchy stuff, my experiences, stuff like that. He asked about slamming and I told him about me, Bobby, and P, as well as my first time. I told him that I wouldn’t mind it, but I can’t admin to save my life. So he said he would get some rigs together, and for me to go and clean out. I did, all while trying not to have an orgasm in the shower, as everything in me was electric. I came back to the office, and Mike had finished up the rigs. Bill was nice and hard, so I started to go down on him, horny as I was. Mike pulled me off, saying that Bill was so tweaked and that it doesn’t do anything for him. He just wants ass. Mike himself can’t fuck, as he has a hernia. But he loves to slam, watch Bill fuck guys, and enjoy raunchy stuff. So I’m squatting infront of Mike, as he starts to admin me. He does it in my hand, unlike the other 2 times I’ve slammed. I can feel it hitting even before the band is off. But this time, my cough is rough and everything is just amplified. As I try to figure out what is going on, I ask Mike what he gave me. “.4. You looked like you might need a bit stronger, for your size.” I’m a bit worried at this point, as my heart is racing, I can hear. I can hear everything. And my stomach does not agree. I end up making a mess, which was horrible. And as I stand up to go to the bathroom, I nearly stumble into a table of theirs. Mike immediately sees this is a major problem and helps me to the bathroom. He gets in the shower with me and washes me off, apologizing the whole time. I eventually can stand up without help and I finish cleaning up as he goes to clean my mess up. I finish in a few minutes and try to make it back to him. Nope. I stumble to the floor, and just curl up next to the toilet. I want to throw up, but I can’t seem to do it. Mike checks up on me, and sees me curled up. He asks if I’m okay still, apologizing the entire time. I’m apologizing as well. He brings me some water and a cold rag, putting it on my head. I’m completely flush at this point. As I lay there, I start seeing the light flicker. I’m shivering, I’m shaking. My mind is racing and I’m worried I’m gonna die. I have my phone with me and I put up a facebook post saying I love you to all my family. Hoping to dear god that this is not how I end up. Mike keeps checking up on me. He keeps making sure I’m drinking water at this point. About an hour later, the nausea is gone and I’m feeling better. I meet up with Mike, and we just chill. I apologize again for making a mess and getting sick. He said it was his mistake for not listening to my story and giving me a .1 like I had been previously given. He feels worse. I figured it would probably have been fine had I not smoked his stuff before hand, as I was already feeling spun at that point. By now, its like 3-4am (I got over there about 12am). He says that I should probably head home, but I tell him that I’ll be okay. I feel better, still perky and horny. So I head out. I even text him if he knows about any clubs that might still be open, as some close early. I pretty much sit in a gas station, drinking water and cruising online, as I’m horny as fuck. I can’t really go home like this, and I was borrowing one of my roommate’s car. I ended up txting her telling her that the date I was on (which she knew about) was good and that I ended up drinking and really shouldn’t be driving. Since her bf lives with us, he could take her to work and I would come and pick her up, since I was on that side of town. So I ended up seeing Bobby online and he invited me over. He had to go to work at 6, so we ended up cuddling some. Cuddling became making out and sucking each other in a 69. P was causing him some problems and didn’t want to play with us. So eventually it came time for Bobby to go to work. As he’s getting ready, I notice he’s got some loose tina on his bed stand. I ask him if I can take some of the shards, for playing later. He lets me take a little bit in a plastic bottle I had. As I’m leaving, I get a msg from Jay. He invites me over. From worst to best… Jay doesn’t live that far away, so I easily make it over there in a few minutes. He greets me at his door nearly naked. He’s a very attractive black man, with a little bit of a stubbly face. He invites me in. We start to talk a bit, me filling him in on my night so far. He lets me go clean up some more in his bathroom. After I get out, he brings me into his spare bedroom. Its got a nice king-sized raised bed, he’s got porn playing on a monitor, with pipe out. He offers me some G, while he loads the pipe up. I’m game, so I take the G, and take a few hits. We start to makeout, and I realize that god damn this dude is hot, this dude wants me, and I’m about to have some major fun. He gets up on the bed and I start to suck his cock. Its about 7” and thick with a little curve to it. I hit some of my poppers and go to town. The G is kicking in and I’m just horny. We talk about some raunchy stuff, even me wearing stockings. He says that is hot and he’d love to see it. So I go to bag, pull out the stockings, and put them on. I strut over to him, as he’s now sitting over the edge of the bed. His cock is hard, he’s tweaking his nipples, and I’m just in heaven. I get on my knees and whorishly start to lick and suck on his cock. I’m telling all sorts of stories and thoughts, and he’s just eating it up. Finally after a few minutes, I get up and lay on the bed. I look at him all sultry like and ask ‘How do you want to fuck me?” He just smiles, as he moves me to the edge of the bed, with me on my back. He starts to rim me, and I’m just loving it, holding my stocking-covered legs. He relents, as he grabs some jelly next to us. He slathers me up, fingering me a bit. He then covers his dick a bit. He puts the head next to my hole and smiles. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and good.” I take a few hits of poppers and tell him to bring it. I’m his whore, take me. He pushes in easily, and I’m moaning. He starts slow, with me tweaking his nipples, him mine. He picks up pace, pushing my legs nearly to my shoulders. I can actually see his raw cock sliding in and out of me. He presses on, picking up speed. We’re both moaning and talking raunchy. I’m horny as fuck and all I want is this black god’s cock in me. I tell him I want him to fuck me harder in doggy. So he pulls out, and I slip off the bed and lay over the edge. He’s back in and just goes to town. He pulls my hair (which is short) and tells me I’m a good whore. He loves fucking my pussy. He wants to cum in me. I tell him do it, breed me, make me his. He pounds harder and harder. I’m moaning and just lost in pleasure, with hits of poppers in between. This goes on, I swear, for like an hour. Like the sun was beginning to rise when I got there and by the time we finished, it was bright out. He eventually cums in me, and I’m just in awe. We get cleaned up and I tell him that I have to go and pick up my roommate at 11. He asks if maybe we could continue this, and I’m like ‘fuck yeah!’. So I message her and let her know that I’m dropping off the car and the keys, and then hanging out with my date some more. He’ll eventually take me home. She’s fine with that and I’m glad I’m having fun. So we get dressed and switch the car over. On the way back we hit a couple of places, get some food, even pick up some Max Impact. We get back to his house about 1ish, and just watching some tv. After a few episodes of some comedy thing, he asks if I’d like to continue. I’m still horny and tweaked at this point, so I’m like ‘yeah, let’s do this.’ We got back upstairs and we hit the pipe. More G taken. I start sucking his cock while he’s smoking. I tell him I want him to fuck my face. I lay on the bed, head over the side, and he just slides his dick in, no issue. He’s tweaking his nipples, then mine, telling me I’m a good damn good lay. I just smile and tell him the same, that I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I just want him to fuck me and use me and let’s have some fun, maybe hit up some friends later. He’s down with that. He stops face fucking me and has me lay on my side. He lubes me up and pushes in, as I take a hit of poppers. He starts to fuck me nice and good. Not fast. Just a slow rhythm, like a lover might do. I’m just loving this. I haven’t felt this good in a long time, and I know that its not just the pnping talking. Jay and I seemed to connect on a deep level with things. I roll a bit so that I’m on my stomach, and he just starts pounding me. He hits some poppers, then I do. More pounding. We’re both just sweating and enjoying it. My ass is feeling great being fucked. He stops for a bit to get some water in him, and we hit the pipe some more. I tell him about Black Daddy and the booty bump, and he says he could bump me, maybe even slam. I tell him I’m not sure about slamming but a bump would be awesome. He breaks a shard and pushes some of the pieces in my hole. I moan, as I’m just super sensitive at this point. He has me lean on the bed, wiggling my ass and rubbing up on the corner like a pole dancer. I tell him that sometimes I wish I was a girl or atleast a transsexual. Tits and a cock. That I would love to have one fuck me. The bump starts taking effect and I just motion for him to fuck me. I lean on the bed, spread my legs wide, and he just slides in home. He’s pounding away at me, and I’m just moaning. As I look for my poppers, I see the can of Max and I say maybe we should hit some. He’s like ‘oh yeah, that’s fun.’ So he stops, pulls out, and goes and gets a rag. He comes back, shakes the can, and sprays some on the rag. He has me get on the bed, on my back, and pulls me to the edge. He slides back in and starts to slowly fuck me. “You ready?” I nod, as he hands me the rag. I put it in my mouth and inhale, slowly. I start to feel the numbness and the out-of-body-ness, as he does some himself, his pounding just taking off. I just lay there and all I can think is ‘this is what I am meant do, to be. I am a fuck toy for this ebon god.” He’s smiling at me, seeing my reaction, and he just pounds harder and harder. I get back to moaning and enjoying it. Every so often I hit the rag, and just become his fuck toy. Jay is amazing. He rolls me on to my side, fucks me. Rolls me on to my hands and knees, fucks me. All without really having to pull out. We fuck for another few hours. He cums in me a couple more times. Its amazing. We clean up again, and then go down to relax. He orders some pizza and we eat that while watching comedies. We just chat about life and the like. Towards the later part of the evening, we decide to catch some sleep. He’s already warn out and I’m way past that. But its hard to sleep and I start to have those dreaded images of things in my vision. I know from all the reading I’ve done its all in my head and it takes a while to convince myself. My stomach has started hurting at this point, and its hard for me to go to the bathroom. Its gets toward morning when we wake up and we’re both still a bit horny. He woke up before me and was cruising. He says he might have a friend that can come over in a couple of hours and that maybe we could all slam together. I tell him that would be fun, especially since the guy has a nice 7-8” thick cut cock. But my stomach is not happy at this point. And I end up over cleaning myself and making myself worse. The guy comes over and I can barely manage to hit the pipe without being ill. So they end up playing while I go and lay down stairs. Hours late the guy leaves and Jay checks up on me. I also check in with my roommate, letting her know that I’m not feeling all that great and I may be home the next day. Jay takes me out to get something for my stomach, as well as some food. I can barely eat at this point, as I just can’t seem to go nor does my stomach want me eat. I end up sleeping on his couch, feeling like utter shit. Jay feels bad at this point, but I tell him that I have had a great time, I just probably partied too hard and probably fucked myself up cleaning out over and over. He eventually takes me home that evening. My female roommate is gone, out with another bf of hers (she’s polyamorous), while her live-in bf has made food. I try to eat, but to no avail. Over the next few days, I go to the hospital, which can’t seem to do anything for the pain that I’m in. I barely want to drink, I’m trying to eat soup, but that’s not helping much. It gets so bad that one night I literally crawl out of my room to the front room, where all the roomies are at, and beg them to take me to a different hospital. This time, they listen to me. I somehow managed to get a uti in my rectum and that (after discretely explaining the past few days) the partying probably wrecked a few things. They clean out my fluids and give me some strong ass pain pills, along with some nutrient stuff. My female roommate now at this point knows, sorta, that I have done drugs, but she never makes a big deal of it. She is just glad I’m alive and not hurting anymore. But this doesn’t stop me from going out and partying some more later in a few months….

She has no clue

In the mood for dirty chat more than ever, today!

Missed you in Amsterdam. And I’m in DD’s a lot! Pity.

Like @partying.hard if someone even suggestsI wear a condom or go to use a condom to fuck me, then I just move on. My biohazard tattoos are clear, it’s Bareback all the way, raw only

*please excuse any rough grammar in this one. Haven't gotten as much time to edit as I usually take, but I wanted to get this chapter out* "Curiosity is going to get you into trouble, Brock," Dale said. In person, Dale was even more striking than he had been on the screen. He was a bit over 6' tall and he was very fit. Not exaggerated like a body builder. More like a man who worked a very physical job or a natural athlete. His beard was still immaculately trimmed. He wore a white shirt that was nearly skin tight and contrasted nicely with his tan. His dark wash jeans were just tight enough for his bulge to be unmistakable. Brock started from his fixation on Dale's bulge, "Wait, how do you know my name?" "You really do look like your mom. Well, more like your grandpa Glen," Dale continued as though he hadn't heard the question. Dale had closed the distance between them. His eyes drifted down to Brock's dick and the substantial amount of precum dripping from it. He slicked his fingers through the precum. "Except that. That you get from my side of the family." He licked the precum off his fingertips. Brock was confused. "Your...side of the fam..what...?" Dale's laugh was a low, masculine rumble. "Before you ask, no I'm not your dad. My brother Rodney is." Brock was trying to process this information when the realization that his uncle had just swallowed his precum crashed over him. His dick throbbed. "So what are you doing here, Brock? This isn't exactly a place for preppy high school boys," he chided. "Online chat rooms said the bookstores were an easy place to get off," Brock replied sheepishly. "So I thought I'd check it out." "You decided to come to the Block for your first porn store experience?" Dale asked, somewhat incredulously. "What does your search history look like?" Brock looked down sheepishly and chuckled. He was still painfully hard and leaking precum. "They definitely left some things out." Dale chuckled again, "I'm sure they did. The preview booths can be pretty popular if you want some glory hole action." Brock could see his uncle's bulge was a bit more defined. "That's what I had heard. What was that video playing downstairs?" Brock was careful not to let on that he had seen the second part. "I do some amateur porn stuff. We sell...actually, just follow me." Dale swiped up some more of Brock's precum and walked toward the heavy curtain as he casually licked it off his fingers again. Brock stuffed his still hard dick back in his boxer briefs and buttoned his jeans before turning to follow. Behind the curtain was, as far as Brock had seen, the cleanest room in the building. He immediately recognized the futon. There was some very low tech camera equipment set up in front of the futon. "Welcome to my studio," Dale said sarcastically with an exaggerated gesture around him. "I opened the store back in the 80s fresh out of high school. Decided to try and cut some overhead by putting some home made products on the shelves." "And what about the fuck club the guy was talking about?" Brock was still trying to hide how much he knew. "Ah. That..." Dale turned to a small table and picked up a small orange flyer. He handed it to Brock. It advertised a monthly sex party and had the store's info. "Every second Saturday. All day. Usually rent out some space in a park or hotel depending on the weather. The video is part of the application process." "I want to apply," Brock blurted out immediately. Dale smirked a little, "You've seen what that process entails. Are you sure?" "Yes." Brock had already begun stripping his clothes off. Dale checked the camera and adjusted some lights. When Brock was down to just his boxer briefs, he sat down on the futon. Dale didn't start the camera rolling. He stripped his shirt off, baring his furry chest and abdomen and sauntered over to stand over Brock. Brock wasted no time unbuttoning the fly of Dale's jeans and getting the head of his uncle's dick in his mouth. It was covered in a layer of precum. Brock cleaned off every drop, savoring the taste and the feel of his uncle's slick, syrupy fluid on his tongue. Then he began to work his way down the shaft. "As you probably saw in the video, I am poz and not on meds," Dale said. "I'm sure you have learned about HIV in school." Brock mumbled something in the affirmative around Dale's massive dick. Dale pulled Brock off his dick roughly, "and you are aware that you will, in all likelihood, be infected?" Brock had been terrified of HIV when they learned about it in sex Ed. His bible-thumping health teacher and the abstinence only curriculum she taught had made it out to be a modern biblical plague sent down to cull the homosexual and exterminate the sexually immoral from the earth. Brock had written all of that off as hyperbole and researched it for himself online. He had a better idea of the risks and how it was transmitted, but he was still a little terrified. And that terror was like steroids for his libido. "Yes, sir," Brock looked up at Dale, a lustful hunger simmering to the surface, "I want you to poz me, uncle Dale." Dale growled something unintelligible in response and let Brock return to his dick. Brock enthusiastically devoured Dale's cock, pushing himself further down the shaft, letting Dale's cock stretch his throat. Before long, Brock's nose was buried in Dale's pubes. Brock was quietly impressed with himself and came up for air, working Dale's head with his tongue. Dale wrapped his hand around the back of Brock's skull and pushed. His dick rocketed back down the young man's throat and dale roughly and held him there until he felt Brock's throat spasm and saw the panic on Brock's face. Dale withdrew his dick and a mixture of saliva and Dale's precum dripped from Brock's chin. As he coughed and sputtered, trying to recover from being choked, Brock looked up at his uncle. The light and joking demeanor that had run under Dale's teasing only minutes before was rapidly being replaced by lust and a primal desire to infect his own kin. Before Brock could fully recover, his uncle's 8" member was sliding back into his throat. Brock was impressed with his ability to keep up, considering he'd only ever casually experimented with deep throating food. He suspected it was because his uncle' dick was thick enough that it left little room for gagging - it was like trying to squeeze a hot dog into a straw. When it was apparent that Brock was comfortable with the size of his dick, Dale pulled out and let his nephew clean the fluids off his dick. "Stand up. We need to get some interview material," Dale said. He stepped out of frame of the camera. The red light on top of the camera blinked on. "State your name and age for the camera." "Brock. 18." "And why do you want to join this sex club." Brock pondered this question for a minute. "I always thought I was destined to change lives," Brock said, grabbing his steel-hard dick and emphasizing the outline of his bulge against his compression boxer briefs. "I figure my best chance to fulfill that destiny is with this." Brock had often felt like an outcast among his peers. He had been the tallest in his class since the 6th grade. A couple guys on the basketball team had finally caught up to him this year, but otherwise he stood a good 3" over everyone else at his school. The nicknames about his height were corny, but liveable. The introduction of the locker room and having to change in front of his classmates had been fresh hell. He never could quite figure out why he was being made fun of for having a dick that bulged regular underwear to obscenity. He got really good at hiding his erections and wore athletic compression shorts to reduce his bulge, but still most of his peers had a rough idea of his size and decided it was something of ridicule. He tried to find new ways to hide what should have been one of his best traits. Standing there on camera, painfully erect, there was no hiding his dick anymore. "Take those off, let's get a look at you, Brock." Brock quickly shucked his boxer briefs. Dale picked up the camera and took the audience on a tour of his nephew's body. Starting from the top, he pointed out brock's chin-length auburn hair and full beard. The camera lingered on Brock's muscular arms and shoulders, toned pecs and abs generously pelted in dark red hair. And then the camera found its way to Brock's uncut, 9" cock nested in a thicket untrimmed public hair. "That is an impressive piece for someone so young," Dale commented. Brock shrugged. "Good genes, I guess," Brock smirked and saw a trace of amusement return to Dale's eyes before lust snuffed it out again. Dale circled Brock like a lion playing with its meal. After some good shots of Brock's meaty, muscular ass, Dale returned the camera to the tripod and stepped back into frame. "On your back, legs up," Dale commanded. Brock obeyed. Dale positioned his dick, dripping precum, just outside Brock's hole. From this angle, Brock had a great view of his uncle's scorpion tattoo. He reached out and caressed the tattoo gently with an air of longing. He thought about all the precum he'd already swallowed and trembled with excitement as he became consciously aware he'd already consumed a substantial amount of his Dale's virus-laden venom. His uncle's infectious DNA was dripping onto Brock's hole. Brock knew he was ready for the sting of inevitable death. To be reborn among those who would not only appreciate him, but celebrate the things about him that he had been bullied for. The things he resented. He wanted what his uncle was talking about in the private video he's seen in the office. The Scorpion Society. That was where he belonged. With the unexpected, gentle gesture, Dale seemed to have a sudden change of heart and instead of plunging his stinger into Brock for the kill, he nealt down and engulfed Brock's dick in his mouth. He took Brock to the root in one swift movement. Brock could feel his uncle's throat working around his soda can thickness with ease. "Holy fuck..." Brock managed before he devolved into gutteral moans of pleasure. Brock's eyes rolled back in his head. Brock's orgasm had been building from the moment before he got out of his car. Brock had been through a roller coaster of emotions. Anxiety. Curiosity. Lust. Terror. Lust again. More lust. Brock felt like all of those emotions were being loaded directly into his vas deferens and if his uncle kept going, they were going to explode. Spectacularly. Dale seemed to realize this and released his nephew's cock, trailed his tongue past his balls, and buried it in Brock's furry hole. Dale was showing his brother's bastard son much more compassion than he had shown for Zeke in the video downstairs, which did not go unnoticed by Brock. Dale alternated swirling his tongue around Brock's hole with probing deeper with his tongue. Before long, Dale was working a finger deep inside his nephew. It seemed effortless. Brock was vibrating with excitement when he realized his uncle had slicked up his finger with the deadly slime oozing from his dick. Brock knew that his uncle's virus was already going to work against the vulnerable mucosa that were the only barrier between him and his coming conversion. Dale worked his way up to three fingers. Brock noticed a feeling of burning while his uncle worked his hole open the last bit. Dale returned to his original position, dick positioned just outside his cognate's now slightly agape hole. Brock spotted the blood under his uncle's fingernails. He knew his T cells had already lost the war that was on the verge of raging in his blood. The blood he shared with the man commanding the assault. The man whose viral dna was dripping into his hole as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Got a motel room on March 21st and waited blindfolded and ass up from noon until 6 pm. Advertised on any and every platform I could think of. In total I got 14 loads from 13 guys. Probably could have gotten more cock if I allowed condoms but those days are long past. 😈 I have another session scheduled for Tuesday, April 11th and I'm hoping to beat that load count.

From the little brother, Braden: I cough, holding a vape in my hand and let out a cloud of smoke as I look up at my brother and his friend. Seeing Ryan rock hard in his shorts like that makes my dick jump and ass tingle. I’ve wanted his cock for years and I never expected I’d walk in on him like I did today! And to know now, for sure, that he’s a total cock-slut makes me love him even more. I stand up, naked, and walk over to them. Offering the pen to my brother’s friend. Me – Damn bro, he’s hot! Ryan – No shit Braden! Get on your knees and show us how helpful you can be. Smiling at my brother, I immediately drop down to my knees. Undoing his shorts, they drop to the ground and his cock is already bulging in his boxer briefs. I press my lips to his bulge and breath in the heavy musky scent. It makes me melt. As I pull down his boxer briefs, I see his beautiful 9-inch uncut cock, already dripping with precum and slowly lifting itself upward to my mouth. I close my eyes and take it in, sliding his cock past my lips, I relax my throat and eagerly take his cock to the base. Then pulling up, I suck every inch of his rock hard cock with my tongue and lips. Ryan – Goddamn Braden, you fucking slut! How’s that feel, Marc? Marc puts his hands on my head and starts to slowly fuck my face. I moan into his cock, letting him and my brother know how much I’m enjoying this. Marc – Fuck dude, your little bro’s mouth feels fuckin’ amazing….maybe even better than yours! Ryan – Damn bro, you’re a natural born cocksucker! That, or you’ve had a fuck-ton of practice being a faggot….. or both!? I look up at my brother with this delicious cock in my mouth, moaning more. I nod just a bit and he knows the answer is both. As I run my tongue along this throbbing dick, I feel a series of bumps on the side. This guy must fuck around a lot if he’s coming over here like this. Makes me wonder how wild my brother really is! I keep sucking as he shoves his cock harder into my throat and then pulls his glistening dick out and slaps it across my face. I can taste so much precum as well as feel it smear on my cheek. Marc – Get on the bed, faggot! I don’t hesitate. I stand up as Marc takes his shirt off. I admire his sleeve of tattoos and the few that he has on his chest, abs and side, all of them seem to direct your attention right to his beautiful dick. I get on my brother’s bed, on all fours. Marc steps behind me and my brother comes to the side. I moan as I feel Marc slide a finger into me, then two. Ryan – Nice right! He’s got such a wet hole right now! Marc – Laughing – Fuck, reminds me of the first time I fucked you, slut! I smile up at my brother as I lick my lips and let out a soft moan. Marc pulls his fingers out and I watch my brother lick them, as if he knew that was exactly what Marc wanted him to do. His cock slaps my ass Marc – You want this, slut? Me – Fuck yes, please. Please fuck me! I look up at my brother as I feel Marc line his dick up to my hole and push. I moan out as I relax and let his raw dick push into me. He’s big, but the head slides in without a problem, as if that invited him to quickly shove in the rest of his thick cock, going balls deep! I groan as he pushes me forward and my brother stokes his cock in front of my face. Moaning, I put my open mouth on my brother’s dick and taste the precum he has dripping from his beautiful cut cock. Ryan – Holy fuck yeah bro, take that dick! You look fucking amazing like this! Marc isn’t much of a talker. He slides his cock in and out of my hole, making me moan as he opens me up and runs his hands down my back….I can feel his nails scratching the lower part of my back and then – SMACK – he slaps my ass hard as he slams into my hole. I let out a yelp and moan more as I squeeze his dick with my ass, milking his slick cock as it jams in and out of my fuck hole. Marc’s breathing speeds up as he slams his dick all the way in and out. Suddenly he just pulls all the way out and I feel so empty except for my brother’s dick in my mouth. Marc – Fuck I’m getting close. Get over here dude. I know what you want. Ryan slides his dick out of my mouth and I whimper for feeling so empty. I turn as he walks around behind me, rolling over onto my back. I lift up my legs, opening my ass to Marc as he stands between us. We look right into each other’s eyes as Ryan immediately starts to push his dick into my hole. We moan together as Ryan bottoms out in me and Marc pushes his throbbing cock into my brother. Me – Fuckkkk yes bro….oh my god you feel so good! I drop my head back as they both start to fuck. Marc fucking my brother and Ryan fucking me. I’ve dreamed of this for years! Ryan – Oh my god yes, fuck me! Fucking use my ass Marc. Mmmmm I want it! Me – Hell yeah….fucking take that dick Ry…you look so good getting fucked on top of me! I run my hands over Ryan’s chest and shoulders…both of us are starting to drip with sweat and I’m sure our moaning fills the whole house. I lose track of how long we’re like this, my whole body feeling the bliss of finally having sex with my big brother. Marc – oh shit…I’m so close dude. Fuck…you want me to breed your slut ass in front of your little bro? Ryan – FUCK YES! Please, do it. I… I looked right at my brother as I saw him moaning in ecstasy as his buddy pumped harder into him. I could tell he wanted to say more but cut himself off and just moaned. Suddenly Marc rammed his cock into Ryan harder than I’ve ever seen, making Ryan yelp. Marc held still inside my brother and then they both let out a long groan. I could feel Ryan’s cock start throbbing in me as he pumped his load balls deep into me. That alone sent me over the edge and my cock erupted hands free, covering my abs and chest in cum, two shots hitting me right on the face. I let my breath go. Everything felt absolutely perfect. My brother and his fuck buddy collapsed onto me as we fell into a sweaty, cummy heap on my brother’s bed.

8. In the elevator I wondered what I would find upstairs. This club clearly had all sorts of members, who would be waiting for me this time. The answer was a massive beast of a man, probably in his early fifties, shaved head, short beard, and a bulge that seemed inhuman. The black tank top he wore was stretched tight across his bodybuilder body. Tattoos covered his arms and chest, slightly obscured with thick dark hair. His basketball shorts were slung low under his firm stomach, and tented out more than I had ever seen before in my life. He smiled brightly, not rough and hard like the men this morning. He introduced himself as Jerry, brought me into his apartment and offered me a glass of water. As I drank he led me around the apartment showing me the various rooms till we came to the last door of the brightly lit well decorated hall. The room inside was entirely bathed in red light. A mirror covered most of the ceiling and the floor was black rubber. In the center of the room hung a sling. All around the dark red walls were shelves and hooks with all sorts of sex toys. Jerry looked at me probably trying to gauge my reaction. “Wow,” was all I could say. “They only send me boys who have promise,” he said, “I’m excited to see what you can do. Now take off your clothes and get in the sling.” Obediently I stripped off and placed my clothes in a small pile by the door. Jerry had pulled his shirt off, revealing massive pierced nipples, a broad stomach that both stuck out from his body and seemed to be made of muscle at the same time. He pulled me close and shoved my face in his armpit in one fast movement. “Lick my pit boy, get my sent on you.” His smell was intoxicating. He pressed my head in right and I licked at the thick dense hair there. Another [banned word] broken, another kink woken inside of me. My cock throbbed and dripped in the cage and my hole puckered as I smeared the man all over my face. He brought his arms down and caught me under my own pits. Lightly he tossed me into the sling. He lifted my legs and cuffed my ankles to the chains above, then moving to my head he attached his arms. I looked over, now eye level with his crotch and saw a thickening shaft in his shorts. It was so massive that I didn’t really understand how it was possible. “Don’t worry pig you’ll get my silicone filled cock in your cunt when I’m good and ready. First though we have to get your hole ready. Even with a fresh load from my door man in your cunt you won’t be ready for me. He did breed you didn’t he?” “Yes Sir.” “He’s a good one. He’s a switch in our little club and one of my regular cunts.” He had circled back around me and was standing between my legs. Keeping his eyes locked on my face he began to finger me, first with one and then quickly two fingers. “Well, well. You’ve opened up nicely. Most boys take a day or two to break in like this. You may even manage to take my cock today. The last boy they sent me took a week of daily visits to my little playroom before his cunt was stretched out enough to take my cock.” He added another finger, “It’s my job,” he slid his fourth finger in, “to make sure a boy’s cunt is trained as much as his mind. To make sure his hole is as willing to submit to the tops of our club as much as his mind. So, with me you will learn to control the muscles of your hole and to open them up to accommodate anything that comes your way, and to close them tight enough to never lose a drop of cum and make every man happy.” He was now twisting his fingers in and out of me. I whimpered but it felt good. He was working me open. “Such a good hole. But clearly, it’s never been your focus till now, or you’d have become a cumslut long before now. Let’s help you focus.” He pulled his fingers from my hole leaving me feeling empty and lost. I couldn’t see where he went but after a moment or two he appeared next to me with a stainless-steel rolling cart. Dildos and plugs of various sizes ranging from the human to traffic cone were arranged in size order on the top. Before picking up a dildo the man grabbed a blind fold from the bottom of the cart and covered my eyes. “Just for a little while,” he said, “focus on your hole and opening it up. You’ll be surprised how much you can take when you’re just feeling it and can’t be freaked out by the size.” With that he went to work. I felt a cold slick lube slathered over my hole and then worked inside by his thick fingers, then the head of a dildo. I guessed it was one of the fairly normal sized ones, after the cocks I had taken that day it didn’t feel massive but it did push hard against my second hole. He slid it in and out slowly at first and then roughly smashing it into my second ring over and over. Then he pulled it out. Next came one that felt thinner but much longer than the first. This one he seemed intent on getting past my second hole and after a fruitless pounding he stopped, added more lube and then just pressed it against my insides. “Here is your first goal. Take a deep breath and I want you to relax. You can control this hole just like you do your cunt. You can choose to open this one up, and believe me, once you do you’ll find a whole new world of pleasure.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes beneath the blind fold and pressed against the dildo. It took a few moments and several long slow breaths but I felt it, my hole gave way and the dildo slid inside. I gasped and my whole body tightened up for a minute. “Breath, breath,” he said. I have no idea how much of that dildo he worked into me but if felt like yards. Nothing had ever been so deep inside me. My hole had become my entire world. When he at last pulled that dildo out of me I felt sad. I wanted that incredible feeling back. I didn’t have to wait long though, soon a thicker dildo was being worked into me, pressing again on my second hole. I relaxed and let the man work me open. We did this with several more dildos each getting bigger each time. Occasionally he fingered me, complementing my hole as he did so. Then there was a plug, that made me gasp and shake against my chains when it first popped in but after pushing it out and in several time slid around like nothing. I felt like my hole must have become a cavern and this man was filling it. “I hear you like piss boy.” “I’d never drank it before today Sir, but… well… yes.” “Open up then.” I opened my mouth and felt the warm flesh of what I assumed was a dick press against my lips. It felt massive and heavy. Before I could think about that much though my mouth was flooded with hot warm piss. I swallowed it up as quick as I could, feeling the warm liquid rush down my throat. His piss tasted different than mine, sweeter maybe, but it was still amazing. After a long while the flood of piss slowed to a trickle and then it stopped. He took his fat cock head away and patted me on the head, “Nice work pig, didn’t lose a drop.” After a few more dildos, more coaching to breath, and murmured compliments of how well I was doing, Jerry said, “I think you’re ready to see your progress. Do you want to see what I’ve got stuffed up your cunt right now boy?” “Please Sir!” “Good boy,” he pulled the blind fold off of me and I blinked for a minute. He was smiling and pointed up. In the mirrored ceiling I saw myself, strapped down and helpless. My cock was drooling. I looked like one of the boys I had been jerking off to on twitter earlier. At first, I couldn’t really see what he had inside of me, though I knew it was massive. Jerry then stepped back and pulled some of the dildo out of me. The base of it was huge. I couldn’t believe that that thing had been completely inside of me. It had to be as thick around as a peanut butter jar. Thick and shiny black I could see my ass lips cling to it as he pulled the dildo slowly from me. I was panting, my heart in my chest. I was trying to think about how long it had taken him to work it inside me but I had no idea. I groaned as finally the head popped out and deftly Jerry flopped it onto my stomach. It reached from my balls to my sternum. “Holy fuck!” I exclaimed. “I told you, when you can’t see it to get nervous your body can take an awful lot. Now take a deep breath and hold it in.” He picked up the dildo with both hands, smeared more lube on it from the cart and lined it up with my ruined hole. “and breath out.” As I let the air out of my lungs he slid the massive fucking toy back inside of me. I watched, almost forgetting to breath as my body swallowed it with ease. I gasped as it brushed past my second hole and finally I felt the base of the dildo on my ass. Holding the dildo in one hand he worked his shorts off with the other. I watched him in the mirror waiting to see this silicone cock for the first time. I was in awe. His dick was inhuman. Thick as a big man’s wrist and covered in veins the uncut cock looked like something that had been photoshopped. Below the swollen beast hung a sack I could barely understand. I heard him laugh. “I’ve been working on this for years. First it was pumping and saline, and then I finally made it permanent a few years ago. A real bull cock to destroy cunts like you with.” “Please breed me Sir,” I breathed. He laughed again, “you think you can handle this,” he flopped his cock against my still stuffed ass. “I need it Sir.” “Good answer.” He grabbed some lube from the cart and slathered his cock up jerking it slowly a few times. I still couldn’t believe that thing was actually attached to a real human male. Without a lot of warning he pulled the dildo out of me and had his cock head against my hole. He quickly started to press inside of me before my hole could close up after the dildo. Even with all the stretching I had endured so fat his cock still pushed at my walls. I groaned and whimpered, my legs pulling at their restraints as he sunk deeper and deeper inside of me. By the time he his massive balls were against me my whole body was covered in sweat and I was shaking a little. “You’re doing great boy, it’s a lot the first time. Well and the second and third, but you’ll get used to taking me. Eventually you’ll be able to slide down on my cock and then go meet some random average boy and he’ll never even know that I ruined you. Take a deep breath and let it out.” I did. “And another.” I did. “Good, now I’m going to fuck you, and I’m not pulling out till I cum.” And fuck me he did. He pushed my body away from him, swinging me in the sling. My own body weight impaled me on his cock over and over again I had no way to slow it down or make is easier for me. All that I could do was breath and press my hole open. From somewhere in the room a deep guttural grunting was coming. It took me a long moment to realize that was me. Each time I slammed into his hips a grunt was forced from my body like nothing I’d ever done before. My own cock had gone completely soft but was still leaking a steady stream of precum out of my cage. Most of my upper body had gone numb and my head was spinning, all that I cared about was this man using my hole. We his pace changed and he started to fuck me fast and faster I knew he must be close. He growled like an animal and sweat dripped from him onto my body. His chest hair was matted down and his face glistened. With one last rawr he pulled the chains hard and held me tight against him as roped of cum fired into my body. It took a long time for both of us to catch our breath, and when we did he smiled at me. “Jesus fuck boy, you’re the first one in a long time to be able to take me on the first day. It took Mike down stairs almost a full month before he was open enough for me to breed.” Slowly he pulled out and I watched his cock slide from my hole. My ass lips clung to his shaft the whole way and then when his head fell from my cunt it hung open for a long minute before winking closed a little. “Yeah you’re gonna be gaping for a while after that,” he laughed, “especially when I send you home with this.” He picked up a massive black plug from the cart. “Sir, before you plug my cunt will you take a photo of me like this. I want to see what my cunt looks like from your prospective.” “Pig,” he said with a smile, “your phone in your pocket?” “Yeah.” He walked over to where my clothes were and pulled my phone out. He snapped a few shots of my whole body and then a couple of just my hole. I tried to make it wink wide for him as he did. He growled his approval. “Right, now to keep that hole nice and loose.” He picked the plug up again, lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. Then he connected a strap to my cage that went around my waist to which he connected another strap that ran between my legs and connected to the waist band and my cage. “Now that won’t fall out while you’re walking out” He snapped a few more pics before returning my phone to my pile of clothes. “Alright boy,” he said as he helped me out of the sling, “I’ll let Sir know how well you did and that you deserve a little bit of a rest. Three hours in my sling will take it out of anyone let alone a boy on his first day. There will be a car waiting downstairs, it will take you home. The instructions I am to give you are this,” he grabbed his phone and read them off, “Continue to film yourself drinking all your piss loads today. Do not remove your new plug for anything but cock. Your next official appointment is not until tonight but there maybe surprise tasks thrown in. Rest up. As before if you find that you are too horny and cannot wait use Scruff and find someone to breed your cunt, but you must film it.”

I've walked down the street and thru my hotel lobby, past the desk clerks, with cum in my beard, cum splattered all over my tits - a pearl necklace - and my asscrack gummy with cum. People elbowed each other and pointed to me.