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We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]12 points
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I necked my own drink, and then got up off the stool and followed Peter over to the padded fuck bench in the middle of the room. “Let’s give the guys a good welcome sight” he said, motioning me to get onto it. I took a hit of poppers from the bottle stored in the pouch on my harness, and then did as directed and got on the bench on all fours. I stayed still while he attached a couple of chains to the leather cuffs I was already wearing round my wrists, and waited patiently while he wrestled to get the bench’s own restraints round my boots to strap my legs in place. “Right, that should do” he said. “You lubed?” “Yeah” I replied. “Used a plug earlier too.” “Good” he said, “no need to dally around then.” With that, after a cursory exploration of my exposed hole with a couple of his fingers, I felt his cock pushing against me. Then, without much fanfare, he slowly but firmly pushed the entire length of it into me, the PA he promised (which I had not actually seen yet) feeling really different to anything I had experienced before. “There we go” he said. “You OK?” “Yeah” I breathed out. With that he started to slowly fuck, building up his tempo fairly quickly until he was hammering in and out of me. He was really verbal throughout, repeatedly telling me how toxic he was, how this was going to be the fuck that changed me, and what a slut I was. I just moaned and groaned as I was pushed back and forth, absolutely loving both the physical feeling of his cock in me as well as the mental fuckery he was putting me through with this first pozzing of the night. Eventually he thrust into me one final time and stayed put through the spasms of his orgasm, pumping me full of his gloriously toxic juices. I just quietly muttered “breed me” over and over and encourage him to fully empty his tanks into me. Just as he was breathing deeply out following the final spurt, we heard the door to the warehouse open and clomp of several sets of footsteps coming into the foyer. “Company’s here” said Peter, before withdrawing himself from me and leaving me feeling empty and gaping. “Gents!” he shouted, as the men entered the room. “Just bred the pig to get us started, so he’s ready for you.” Cheers went up, and I heard a lot more clomping as the group moved around the room, I guessed in boots not dissimilar to what I was wearing. I could not tell how many of them there were given my exposed arse was pointing towards the door, and the immediate hubbub of conversation amongst them all did not help me work out what kind of crowd they were. However, it wasn’t long before I felt some hands started to explore my backside, and a finger get inserted. Again, it wasn’t clear if this was one guy, two, or a whole crowd. Then, of course, the finger was withdrawn and another cock was pressing against me. In it went, bony hands gripped my hips, and the next breeding of the evening got underway. While the mystery guy was fucking me, some of the crowd started moving around to where I could see them. They were indeed all middle aged or older, but it was otherwise a very mixed group. Fat and thin, tall and short, muscled and wasting, leather and normal clothes, smoking and not. I looked around them all as I was fucked, keeping eye contact where it was made, and admiring any dicks that were already out on display. Eventually a large chubby guy wearing a Nike tracksuit approached me closer and held out his dick, which I happily took into my mouth. I do love being spit roasted, and knowing that both dicks were poz was such a turn on that I started to moan around the cock being pushed down my throat. I was on that bench for a long time, and was fucked over and over. Although I’d seen some of the guys in attendance I knew there were more who had stayed behind me out of view, with quite a lot of chatter coming from the bar area over at the side. As such, I had no idea if everyone had bred me yet, whether anyone had taken a second turn, or what. It didn’t matter though, as I was being reamed out almost constantly, and while each guy had his own style and approach to it, every single one of them let me know in some way that I was taking unmedicated poz cum. This was even better than I’d hoped it would be. After however long it was, Peter appeared in front of me with a warm smile, while someone else was hammering away at the back. “Having fun?” he asked. I just moaned while nodding in response. “Well, we don’t want to wear you out so early in the night, so once Calum here has shot his load how about we give you a bit of a break?” I just nodded again. Truth be told, as awesome as this was, I wanted to change position, maybe have a drink and a cigarette, and I was keen to actually see this group in its entirety. Sure enough, the guy I now knew was called Calum shot off in me, his poz talk coming through with a bit of an Irish brogue, and then once he withdrew Peter and some other chap got me released from the bench. I stood up rather stiffly and stretched, then turned to see the group. There looked to be about twenty of them, much more than I had expected, and while most were chatting to each other a few did nod or wink in my direction as I made eye contact with them. I made my way over, and gladly took a glass of water that someone handed to me followed by a beer from someone else. While I wondered where the packet of cigarettes I had brought down had ended up, one was offered to me by a big bear of a man which I gladly took, and then relaxed into chatting to these men for a bit. They were a nice bunch it turned out, and I could see why they hung around together. There was no judgement of the various fetishes on display, nor of those who just dressed in normal clothes, and what surprised me the most was that no-one seemed to want to delve into my reasons for being there. I guessed I must not have been the first bugchaser to attend one of their gatherings. After a couple of drinks, a real gym bunny of a man started to stroke my exposed buttocks signalling that Round Two was not far off. I stood there and smoked what I knew would be my last cigarette for a while as a couple of others joined in with exploring my body, and then found myself being coaxed over to a nearby mattress. After being on my feet for a while at the bar it was a bit of a relief that it wasn’t the St Andrew’s Cross they wanted to use next, and I happily got down onto the mattress, took a few hits of poppers, and waited for some indication of what position to get into. The first couple of guys took me missionary style, seemingly enjoying making a lot of eye contact while they sawed in and out of my well-used hole with their toxic disco sticks. Others wanted me on all fours, a couple of group members had me ride them, and then the last few took me while I was spreadeagled on my front. Some got really verbal, others just did the deed and then made way for others. It was all fucking fantastic, quite frankly. Once the last of them was done, I once again got up to join the rest of the group, my stretched arsehole now properly dripping with toxic cum. Once again I was handed drinks and a cigarette, and once again it was just really nice to have a chat to this curious mix of guys. However, I could feel I was now a bit more physically tired, and I had lost all track of time so was clueless as to the hour. “Right, we’re going to get you into the sling” said Peter from behind me as he put his hands on my shoulders, “and then everyone is going to fuck one or two more loads into you. Then bed. OK?” I nodded, took a final draw of my cigarette, and then allowed myself to be walked over to a really impressive apparatus with a padded leather sling attached to it. I climbed up onto it, lay back and lifted my legs, watching as a couple of guys put my ankles through the hoops. However, rather than my wrists also being secured in place, I was quite surprised when an ashtray, cigarettes and a lighter were plonked on my chest, someone handed me some poppers, and another guy brought over some drinks and put them on a small table nearby. “Just say if you want some water, whisky or whatever” he said, giving me a warm smile. “Someone at this end will get it for you.” I could not help but chuckle, but gave him a warm smile back and nodded. Round Three was a much more relaxed affair, with everyone clearly less energetic than they had been before, but almost enjoying the fucking more as a result. It was fantastic to just lie there with a steady supply of toxic cocks keeping me filled, while able to make eye contact with each of the group, smoke cigarettes when I fancied it, take hits of poppers when I needed it, and gulp down swigs of water or whatever else was on offer to keep myself both hydrated and buzzed. Again, I have no idea how long I spent there, but time had no meaning nor concern to me. I was where I belonged, and this was only the first night. I could not wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store. [to be continued]9 points
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Chapter 1: My name is Dennis I'm a young black male of 18 years old, 5'10", 150lbs. with a runner's built, athletic legs very shapely with a firm tight but, I'm out for my morning jog like I do every morning before school but this time was different no school I graduated a week ago so had the summer free. I made my regular hour jog around the neighborhood it's now about 6:23 in the morning, I'm about to pass Mr. Stevenson's house that lives next door to my parents house a fenced yard separates us, he just stepped out his door to pick up the newspaper. He looks up at me and wave me over I stop my jog and head over to his porch. Good morning Mr. Stevenson Hey Dennis how's your run going? Quite well Sir thanks for asking Hey Dennis I know you had a birthday a some months ago so I got you a present Ahh, Mr. Stevenson you didn't have to do that No problem at all son you're a good kid and I wanted to do something nice for you Thanks you again Sir Come on in so I can give it to you, you got time don't you? Yes Sir since I'm finish with school That's good it won't take that long son As l was walking pass Mr. Stevenson he was looking across the street up and down I didn't think anything of it and just walked into his house. Mr. Stevenson closed and locked his door, came up behind me place his right hand on my shoulder. Your gift is upstairs I wanted it to be a surprise go on up I'm right behind you. I reached the top of the stairs looking a little puzzle Your gift in the backroom Mr. Stevenson said and pointed the way. I walked into the room the door slammed Mr. Stevenson put a hand over my mouth grabbed me up from behind and carried me over to the bed, I was yelling into his hand kicking my legs but it did nothing Mr. Stevenson was way taller, bigger and stronger. He got to the bed and fell forward both of us hitting the bed hard, his heavy weight on me was making it hard for me to breathe but I was still trying to free myself. With his body on top of me he took his arm from around mybody reached up to grab my neck and started squeezing Shut The Fuck Up, Keep Still He was squeezing my neck hard I stop yelling and struggling to focus on air. Now do what I say and behave yourself and I won't have to hurt you, Do you hear me boy? Say It, Say It, Yes Sir! SAY IT!!! Yes Sir, his hand was still over my mouth. Good son, now reach under the pillow and get some of your birthday gifts out. I put my right hand under the pillow pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs, I started to sobbing That's not all boy, reach Again. "more sobbing" That's right a nice huge ballgag to keep your mouth shut. Now put that cuff around your wrist and squeeze it tight, tighter, Put the other cuff around the rod and close it around your other wrist, tighter Tighter! Now listen up I'm going to remove my hand from your month if I hear one sound I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Got It? and he started to squeeze my neck again harder that I was yelling yes into his hand. Good boy... He released the grip on my neck and took his other hand off my month picking up the ballgag, it was coming towards my mouth so I automatically open my mouth because I didn't wanted to get hurt. Good, you're leaning... I was making noises from my mouth as he was forcing that huge ball in, my jaws was hurting I yelled out some. Take It, It's going in one way or another, Open Wider, I Said Wider, I was shaking my head side to side yelling that I can't. Yes you can! He slapped my head then pushed it in Told you could take it He started pulling on the straps really hard they was cutting into the corners of mouth once it was buckle he got off me and the bed. I turned around and balled up my legs I just wanted to get away from him, "He was smiling" You ain't going nowhere so stop making it harder on yourself I'm still not finish getting you ready the most important birthday gift is still coming yet.6 points
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I breathed out deeply once I had closed the car door. It was done. My strapping younger son was safely delivered to the halls of residence, his first year at university about to begin, and I was done. Sure, fatherhood was lifelong, but this stage of it was over. Justin was starting out on his road to independence, his brother Jacob had already done so two years earlier, and I was now something of a free man. The boys were my pride and joy. Smart, athletic, good looking, popular, a perennial hit with the ladies - they were everything the right wing nut jobs would tell you they that never could have been with a single gay dad. But those things they were, and I was damn proud of it. Since their mother had thrown in the towel on parenting and marriage six months after Justin was born, they had been my entire focus. I had done a good job all things considered. My wife’s departure was obviously difficult, but it at least made me vow to never go down that road again. I have no regrets given the amazing two sons I have out of the whole debacle, but I knew I was gay before I even got married and it was tougher with each day to keep that side of me bottled up. I never made that mistake again, instead choosing to be honest with myself and those around me. Jacob and Justin grew up only knowing me as a gay man. Raising two sons by yourself does not leave much time for other pursuits, and I was basically celibate for fifteen years. Sure, I had many offers from my sister and parents for babysitting, but to be honest whenever I took them up on it and got out of the house, all I wanted to do was check into a hotel and sleep. However, once the boys were old enough that they could be left at home for a few hours with Jacob in charge, I finally started to re-explore the world of men, something that I had only done a little at university before meeting Simone. Well, it turned out that there was something of a pig in me who was finally being let out of the pen. At first I tried just generic - almost vanilla - hookups, but after I’d had my first visit to a gay sauna I realised my true nature lay on the sleazier side of things. I was initially versatile, and went on PrEP so I could safely engage in bareback sex with any man who fancied a session. In time I found I was really more of a bottom, although perfectly willing to top when the moment called for it. My preference, however, was to just be bred over and over, and I cared not by whom. But then I got bored. Maybe it was that age old problem of the excitement of something eventually wearing off, to the point that you start to look for the next thing to tickle you. I didn’t want that to be chems or other drugs, so I guess I started looking for it in the sex. Despite being on PrEP, I found there to be something exciting in hooking up with poz guys and having them shoot their toxic seed in me. I actively started seeking it out, engaging in a growing fantasy of being pozzed, and not always being honest with the tops that I was in fact on PrEP. I guess it was something of an epiphany that led to me realising that I didn’t just want the fantasy anymore. I wanted the real thing. I mentally flip-flopped on it for a long time, convincing myself in the comedown from a sex high that it was just a fantasy that I used to get turned on, but eventually it became impossible to convince myself that this was the case. It was obvious: I wanted to convert. However, I wanted to have some control over it, rather than just going off PrEP and randomly finding out some day that I had been pozzed. It was a turn-on for me, but also a transition to a new stage of life, and I wanted to choose when it was going to happen and be ‘in the moment’ with it all. As such, I joined the ranks of chasers online, seeking an actual unmedicated (and willing) top through the sea of undetectables. Many a hope was dashed along the way, finding myself being repeatedly ghosted once whichever guy I was talking to had presumably got his rocks off wanking about the fantasy. It was all quite disheartening, but then I seemed to strike gold. The guy - who went by the username PozMids - was a little older than me, and lived in a former mining town in the north Midlands. He ran what he described as a ‘social club’ for older poz guys, utilising the premises of his old family business in a warehouse on an industrial estate. He told me it was a relatively closed circle, but members were allowed to bring in some entertainment every now and then with the agreement of everyone else. He was proposing that I be that entertainment, after what he said had been a ‘stealthy vetting process’. It eventually transpired that some of the guys who had flaked out on me had actually been testing me to make sure I fit whatever they considered to be the requirements. Well, wouldn’t you know it, but Justin had been accepted to the University of Nottingham, meaning I was going to be driving him up to the Midlands. It wasn’t too far to get to where this club was going to be meeting, and PozMids had told me that that I was welcome to stay for a long weekend as he had built a couple of bedrooms with basic facilities into the former offices of the warehouse. I just had to bring what food and drink I might want for any downtime I had, and otherwise my needs would be catered for by the group. This all sounded too good to be true, and I fully expected another flake-out. However, after dropping Justin off at his halls of residence, I messaged PozMids again and got an immediate reply containing the full address that I needed to go to. It was going to happen! I set off in the car, but had to pull over after a few minutes and compose myself. I was seriously excited, but I think I also needed to check that my racing heart was not a sign of impending doubt. Was this taking a fantasy too far? Did I really want to deliberately convert? I got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Bad habit, not one I really had in my day-to-day life, but was a good nerve calmer when I was letting my inner pig out. It did the trick. Yes, this is what I wanted, and I was just pumped up as I was excited about it, with a possible mild tinge of wondering if I was unwittingly going round to a serial killer’s place of business. I chuckled to myself when I realised that was exactly what I was doing, from a certain point of view. Cigarette smoked, I got myself together and then set off again, putting on some music to accompany the drive. When I eventually found my way through the industrial estate to where my satnav was sending me, I parked up and got out of the car. There were a few warehouses around and it was far from obvious which one I was actually supposed to be heading for, so I got my phone out and messaged that I had arrived. While waiting for a response I then got my bags out of the car, dumped them on the pavement and lit another cigarette. Bags. Yes, plural. You see, aside from wanting the normal provisions you need for a weekend away, I had also brought my stash of kinks. Various bits of leather, some toys, a blindfold, a marker pen, and of course my douching equipment, lube and poppers. I was well ready for whatever these guys might be into, or of course for what I was into myself if I was given that choice. I had a vision of how I wanted at least part of this weekend to go, so thought I better come prepared. As I was approaching the end of my cigarette, I heard a door open behind me. Upon turning around, I saw a man emerge and immediately recognised him as PozMids. “Glad you could make it” he said, smiling as he walked towards me. “It’s always fifty-fifty.” “The odds are worse than that from my experience” I replied, also smiling. “True, true” he replied, reaching out to shake my hand as he got to me. “Anyway, I’m Peter, and welcome to my little place.” “Not so little” I said, looking back at the warehouse. “But I’m very pleased to be here. I’m Brad” “Good to meet you Brad” he said. “Now let’s get you inside and settled before everyone else arrives.” I picked up my bags and followed him inside, going up some stairs as soon as we walked through the door to reach a set of rooms. He directed me into one of them, where I found a single bed with a small set of drawers beside them, and then he showed me where the admittedly clean bathroom and kitchen were. I had honestly expected it to be a bit of a state, but he seemed to keep the place in good order. He also showed me the small balcony area at the side of the building, I guess having realised I might want somewhere to go and smoke. He left me to get unpacked, showered and cleaned out, and suggested I get dressed in whatever I was most comfortable in for the evening before coming back downstairs for a drink. I thus got on with all that, having a shower and then a bit of a douche to finish off a job I had quietly started before dawn at home while Justin was still sleeping. Once cleaned and dried, and with lube and a plug inserted in my rear end, I stepped outside wrapped in a towel to have a cigarette. I had another straight after, such were my nerves. Finally I felt ready to go all in on my outfit. First up a leather jockstrap, then some nice sturdy chaps and my Fuck Me Boots. I then got myself into a harness, my big thick padded wrist cuffs, and my muir cap. I then fished out and put on my 1.5 kilo silver chain, something I had bought on a whim and occasionally regretted given I was a bit too meek to wear it in my daily life, but which just seemed perfect for tonight. Finally, and with a bit of slow and careful effort, I used the marker and the convenient full-length mirror in the bathroom to write “POZ ME” on my buttcheeks. I had another cigarette outside to help me gather my nerves, and then went downstairs. There did not seem to be any other obvious rooms downstairs, so I went through the door into the main warehouse space. It was huge and thus looked pretty empty, but as I glanced around I saw there was actually quite a lot in there. Various mattresses, couches and chairs were dotted around, as were an array of big wooden boxes, upturned oil drums, a couple of slings, a St Andrew’s cross, and a padded leather fuck bench in the centre of the room. It was quite clear what this room was for, and I got an immediate hard-on. Over to the side was a bar area, and that’s where I saw Peter (aka PozMids) sitting on a stool with his back to me, looking at his phone. I coughed to make it clear I was in the room, and he swivelled round. “Well, you don’t beat about the bush” he said, smiling at me as I walked over. “Dressed like that, I think you’re not going to get much of a warm-up this evening. The guys will be all over you the minute they walk in.” “That’s what I was hoping” I said, smiling back at him. He offered me a drink, and I gladly took a large whisky. He also fished out an ashtray and slid it across the bar at me, letting me know I was fine to smoke in the warehouse. I happily lit up a cigarette as we sat on the stools having a drink. “So, you’re here to get pozzed” he said. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely” I replied. “Been wanting it for ages now.” “Fair enough” he said. “There’s a couple of guys coming tonight who are on meds, but most aren’t. One guy you won’t be able to miss has full-on AIDS.” “Great” I said, “hopefully tonight will be the night.” “I’m sure it will” he said. “I can get an old toothbrush out and make sure if you want.” “Actually” I replied, after hesitating, “I kind of want it to be natural.” “OK” he said, “although I have a big PA as do some of the other guys, so you’re going to get pretty worn out back there anyway.” “Cool” I said, smiling. “I like the sound of that.” “Any other limits?” he asked. “No” I replied, “I don’t think so.” “Well OK then. If you need a break just say, we’re not here to hold you hostage or force you to do things you don’t want to.” “Great” I said. “I’ve got quite a bit of stamina so hopefully I’ll be fine.” He necked the last of his drink, and then put the empty glass down on the bar. “Shall we get started?” [to be continued]6 points
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Here is my first attempt at a story. Hope you like it. Today was the day. The plan for my pozzing had been set in place. For the last week I had been messaging with an older Dom top who had a high VL. I had come across his profile on BBRTS and was enthralled by the pictures of his erect penis. His profile said he was poz. I had never been with a poz top let alone one with a high VL, but his cock pictures had me returning to his profile several times over the course of a week. He must have seen me repeatedly looking at his profile as he finally messaged me that he liked my profile and wanted to meet up. I saw his message to me the next day and responded to him that I really liked the pictures of his cock, but I was neg. He was online and replied right away saying that I was neg now but after an hour with him I would be poz. He then told me how much he loves loading a neg hole with his high VL toxic cum. Reading his response made my cock go rock hard. I first realized that I was gay when I was in junior high. As a teenager, I would masturbate to the fantasy of getting HIV. Growing up in a conservative town, there was little opportunity to explore my sexuality. There was an older single man named Bruce on our street who was believed to be gay, but he was not out. It was not until I was in university in a major city in a more liberal area of the country that I was able explore things. My first sexual experience was in second year with a senior that I met at a LGBT pub night. I told him I was a virgin before we left for his place. That night, we performed oral on each other until we both had cum. He invited me to come to his place later that week so he could take my anal virginity. There was never any discussion about condoms, he automatically put one on. It hurt when he first entered me, but once he got into a rhythm, I knew that I was born to be a bottom. Still due to my conservative upbringing, I dated women while in school and did have straight sex a few times. However, no matter what I did, whenever I had sex with a woman, I would always be thinking of having sex with a man as the bottom. After graduating I moved to a city with a large gay community and several bathhouses. Over the next few years, I discovered barebacking but was always very selective and still used condoms with most men. The fantasy of getting HIV though had never gone away and I would search bareback sex sites for poz tops and look at their pictures while masturbating. One day I found out from my cousin that Bruce had died of complications from aids. I replied to the high VL top from BBRTS that the thought of his poz cum being shot deep into my ass had made me really hard but that I didn’t think I could go through with it. He responded that he understood and wished me a good night. The next day, I was really horny and was surfing BBRTS. I noticed that he was online. I sent him a simple message saying how beautiful his cock looked and how great it would probably feel in my ass. He replied right away promising me it would feel amazing in my ass. He then warned me to be careful what I wish for because he only plays bare and once inside me, he would not stop until he had shot his toxic load inside me. I was rock-hard at the thought. In a moment of weakness, I asked if he wanted to play. He said he couldn’t but was free Saturday afternoon which was two days away. Friday, he sent me a message telling me that he could come to my place on Saturday afternoon around 3pm. If I was interested, I needed to provide him with my address by 2:30 Saturday afternoon. He then gave me a detailed list of instructions to prepare myself. I woke up Saturday morning with a raging hardon. I jerked off twice in the shower hoping that it would calm my nerves and eliminate being horny. But I just could not get the thought of him coming over out of my mind. At 2pm I sent him my address and started getting prepared. I thoroughly cleaned myself out and prepared my bed the way he requested. I got a message from him at 2:45 that he was on his way. I unlocked my front door, got undressed, lubed my hole, and waited on my bed. I was a nervous wreck. Time seemed to stand still waiting for him to arrive. Then after what seemed like hours, I heard a car pull into my driveway and then a car door open and close. I heard him enter my house and then he walked into my bedroom. He said hello and then proceeded to undress. His cock was much bigger than it looked in his profile. He climbed onto my bed, and I lay on my back with my legs up. He had a metal guitar pick on his index finger that had been filed to a sharp point. He slowly inserted his finger in my anus and started pressing the pick into the sides of my rectum. I knew that this was to prepare my hole to receive his gift. I let out a small yelp from the sting of each press after the seventh time he said just one more and then he pulled his finger out. I asked if he wanted me to suck his cock, but he told me pricking my rectum had made his cork rock hard. I could hear him spit on his cock and rub it around. He asked my one final time if I was sure about this because once he started pushing his cock in there was no stopping. I didn’t say anything, I was too scared to talk, I just pulled my legs up. In an instant, I felt his cock start to slide in. I immediately snapped back to reality, but the process had started. As he established a nice rhythm, his cock felt so good sliding in and out while rubbing on my prostate. I started to really enjoy it and began thrusting my hips in rhythm with his movements. After about 10 minutes, his breathing picked up and I knew he was getting close. My cock was harder than it had ever been. My mind was racing, what was I doing, I was about to have my life changed forever. My wrecked hole was seconds away from being filled with high VL poz cum. While I considered myself to be gay there was a small part of my that still wanted to have kids with a woman and at only 28 that was still seemed possible until today. I was about to become poz. At that instead he let out a loud moan and pushed his cock deep into my ass. As I looked into his eyes, I could feel the base of his cock pulsing with each spurt as he ejaculated into me. It was too late, I was being pozzed and there was nothing I could do about it now. The mental sensation was so intense that I started ejaculating my last neg load. I could feel tears in my eyes as the reality of what had just happened set in. As his cock started to go soft, I felt him pull out. He kissed me on the lips and told me that it would be OK. While he got dressed, I lay there on my bed thinking about Bruce, how he got pozzed and how he died. He kissed me one last time and said thank you. Then he left. I heard the front door close and then his car door before I heard his car drive away. I lay there well into the evening watching the sun go down replaying what had happened that afternoon over and over in my head. I alternated between regret and intense hornyness. I jerked off several more times until I could not cum anymore. The next day I resumed my normal routines and went about my life. I dove into my work as I had several projects that I wanted to get wrapped up in case I got the fuck flu. Sure enough, two and a half weeks later I became very sick with the flu. I knew what was happening. It took a week to recover. That Friday afternoon, I went to a local clinic and got tested. The result was not a surprise. As they gave me the results, my cock went rock hard. I sent him a message on BBRTS and he replied that night congratulating me. Then I went to CumUnion at a local bath house. I had not cum since the day I was pozzed. While I am usually a bottom, I found a nice young neg twink to fuck and proceeded to shoot a huge poz load into him. The feeling of my cock exploding into him while knowing how toxic my cock was felt amazing. The End5 points
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Part 22 After a while (I have no idea how long) Drew stirred and lifted himself up off of my chest, then off of my cock. I lay there in the stillness trying to relax but not knowing how (I didn't know then the extent to which tina could play havoc with resting and sleeping). Then I became aware of a sound and automatically knew it was due to someone having some kind of sex. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Drew leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree, bent over slightly at the waist. Kevin was on his knees behind him and was feverishly slurping on Drew's just-fucked asshole. That was the sound I had heard. I watched and listened as I heard Drew telling Kevin to eat his ass, to suck out his Daddy Justin's fresh cum. I groaned in lust and felt my half hard cock start to stir again. From the other direction I heard Ryan's deep sexy voice and turned my head to face him. He was sitting on the seat of the picnic table filling up another bowl and started talking to me. “Fuck man, you really drilled his ass good didn't you daddy? You got into all the dirty piggy talking you were doing with each other, huh?” Before I could answer Ryan offered me the freshly loaded pipe and once again, with no resistance at all, I eagerly inhaled the fuck smoke which had helped change me so quickly. I blew out a huge cloud and listened to Drew and Kevin while I listened to Ryan's sensuous enticing husky voice. “Yeah you really got into the idea of fucking your own son – Jeremy, right? - while you fucked Drew. Incest raw fucking is so damn hot man! Don't you think so?” I was confused with the thoughts running through my mind and the horniness I was feeling. I had never thought about incest at all and definitely not with my own son. But, there WAS something about fucking Drew and pretending it was Jeremy I had been fucking. Was it pretending, I asked myself, or was it wishing? “No!”, I screamed inside my head. I can't think like that about my own son. I won't I told myself. But..... Ryan continued his dirty arousing talking. “Is Jeremy as hot as you are, Justin? Is he hairy or smooth? Don't you ever wonder how big his dick is when it's hard? Haven't you ever wanted to see him naked and hard?” I couldn't help but moan deep in my throat as Ryan's words were easily worming themselves into my mind and brain, making me think of things I knew I shouldn't. A memory flashed in my brain of when I had accidentally walked in on Jeremy in the bathroom when he was 16. At the time I was embarrassed and apologetic. But now, between Ryan's verbal onslaught and all the walls that had been broken down last week and today, I remembered thinking how impressed I had been with the size of Jeremy's dick at the time. It had looked kind of plumped up I now realized and I wondered if he had been jacking off. “Oh, Jeremy,” I whispered softly stroking my re-awakening dick. I heard the “click” then parted my lips again as Ryan fed me more fuck smoke. And his rau*chy words fed a hidden hunger I knew I shouldn't acknowledge. As the sweet fuck smoke brought everything into a perspective that was totally carnal and forbidden, I heard Ryan as he continued. “Yeah, that's it. It's what you want man. Don't fight it. Think about how hot it would be to fuck Jeremy's ass.” I groaned. “How perfect it would be to get him spun on the fuck smoke and hear him beg you to fuck him. Or to let him fuck you.” I was pulling frantically on my hard cock as Ryan unrelentingly worked to destroy what had to be my last wall of resistance. Then I heard Drew's voice from the other side of me asking what was going on and why his Daddy Justin was so hard and moaning. Ryan answered, telling him, “Daddy Justin is thinking about partying and fucking with his son for real not just roleplay. He wants his own boy in a bad way man,” he finished saying with a smirk in his voice. “Is that right, Daddy Justin?” Drew asked me as he played with my hard nips. “Do you want to have some real nasty incest fun with your own son, Jeremy?” I no longer had the desire or strength to resist. Almost sobbing, but turned on like never before, I said, “Oh fuck yes! Heaven forgive me, but YES!” “Tell me, Daddy Justin,” Drew whispered into my ear. “Let me hear you say it. What do you want to do with Jeremy? Your own flesh-and-blood son, Jeremy?” “I want to fuck his hot teen ass!” I cried out. “I want to shoot my cum inside his guts. I want him to fuck me and cum in my hole. To breed his own dad's hole!” I couldn't believe I was saying these things but I knew I meant them. So bad! Drew pulled me up to a sitting position on the edge of the picnic table. I was light-headed and dizzy and had to close my eyes. I don't know how long I had been laying down there but I was aware it was starting to get dark. Drew stood between my legs and took my cock in his hand. “Well, Daddy Justin,” he said, “what would you say if I told you we might be able to make that happen for you? Would you want us to do that?” I shook my head. What is he talking about, I asked myself, even as I felt my dick throb harder and my ass twitch in anticipation. (to be continued)5 points
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Having read through this thread, all I can say, is 🤯🤯🤯! My fantasies/kinks are just that - mine! If the vibe is right, I'll mention them as a possibility to the bottom I'm going to hook up with. If they're not into them, I drop the conversation as I don't need to have my fantasies/kinks happen every time I have sex. Some of the listed requests are so weirdly specific, that I have to wonder what happened in those people's lives to get them to that point...4 points
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Part 8 After the flip fucking and breeding we had done, made even more intense with the chems running through our blood and in our brains, we took a break to catch our breath and to smoke more weed and tina and drink some more of what was left of the liquor we'd had when we started out tonight. In my drug-hazy mind I wasn't sure how or when it had happened, but I noticed we were getting low on the booze. It was just a little after 11:00 P.M. and I knew we'd be wanting more for the night. I'd made arrangements when I booked the room to have all the beer and booze we wanted so I reached for the hotel room phone on the night table to call the front desk to order more. A deep sexy voice answered on the third ring and as I started to give the guy my name, room number and order, Chad slid 2 fingers into my cum-soaked hole and began twisting them around, making me moan softly. “Stop that!” I hissed quietly as I looked at Chad and saw the devious grin on his face. “Excuse me, sir?” the guy at the front desk asked on the other end of the call. “No, not you,” I replied trying to regain my composure as Chad added a third finger and began to slowly fuck them in and out of my hole. “My brother is being an ass!” I said by way of explanation. Chad grinned that beautiful seductive smile at me as he continued to torture me while I was on the phone. The desk clerk laughed at my explanation and seemed to let it pass as I wrapped up my order. At that exact moment Chad entered my hole with a fourth finger causing me to gasp and moan loudly. The desk clerk hesitated a moment and asked if I was all right. I assured him I was and asked him to hurry with the delivery, then quickly hung up the phone. I lay my head back on the bed and spread my hairy thighs wider, moaning continually from the hot sensation of having my little brother's fingers in my cummy and partyed-up hole. “You little shit!” I groaned at him while at the same time pushing against his fingers every time he pushed them into me. I heard Chad snicker. “You're liking it though, aren't you big bro?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Fuck yeah I am!” I'd never been fisted before but I'd seen Chad fisted twice in a couple of 3-ways we'd had and it had been obvious he'd enjoyed it. He had tried to talk me into giving it a try but it never appealed to me. I'd rather have his cock (or someone's cock) in my ass instead of a fist. But now, as high and horny as we both were I was not resisting at all as he slid his four fingers in and out of my pucker, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. I wasn't consciously thinking of him fisting me but at the same time I was wondering if it felt this good or better. Chad scooted up so that he was kneeling on the bed, pushing my legs higher and back toward my chest. This position allowed him to move his fingers in and out at a faster smoother pace while I moaned louder than I probably should have (I didn't know how thin the walls between the rooms were), squirming on the bed in lust-filled pleasure. “Feels good doesn't it Lance?” he asked seductively. “Feels good having your little brother's fingers sawing in and out of your fuck-hole, huh?” “Yes! Oh fuck bro it feels fantastic!” “Now you can understand why I enjoy getting fisted from time to time,” he continued teasingly. “Right?” I spread my legs even wider and agreed with him that, yes, I understood. “Do you want me to fist you, Lance? Do you want your little brother to fist-fuck your horny hot married hole?” I was just about to answer him when suddenly there was a knock on the door making us both jump. “Fuck! It's probably the booze I ordered from the front desk”, I whispered. “Pull your fingers out, Chad!” I instructed him in a low voice, then saying in a louder voice to whoever had knocked, “Hold on. I'll be right there.” Chad cork-screwed his fingers once more inside me then slowly slid them out, smirking at me. Before I realized it or could stop him, Chad jumped off the bed and headed toward the door, glancing back at me and quickly said, “You better cover up big bro!”. I grabbed the bedspread and pulled it up to my waist at the same moment Chad grabbed the knob and opened the door. Standing there was a very handsome man who looked to be maybe early 30's, with a crew cut, a chiseled face, and wearing khaki shorts and a tight sleeveless pull-over shirt. Chad had positioned his lower body behind the door (thankfully!) but his bare torso was visible to our visitor, as was my own bare sweaty chest. He looked back and forth at us each a couple of times, a look of surprise and interest on his suntanned face. “Uh, I've got the beer and liquor you ordered,” he said, trying to sound professional but not really succeeding. “Great!” answered Chad. “C'mon in!”, and pulled the door open wider but remaining behind it, hiding his nakedness. The guy at the doorway hesitated a moment then stepped into the room, pulling a cart on wheels behind him carrying the good-sized order I'd placed. “Chad!” I said loudly, but it was too late. The man was already inside and Chad was closing the door. “Where do you want...”, he started as he turned around, stopping in mid-sentence as he saw my sexy hard-bodied little brother totally naked, his mesmerizing smile covering his face and his dick more than half hard. “Oh, sorry”, he stuttered. “Did I come at a bad time?” he asked. Chad didn't miss a beat. “Not at all, man. Me and my big brother were just having some fun waiting for the booze. I'm Chad and that's my brother Lance”, he said indicating me. “I'm Greg,” the man answered, unable to take his eyes off of Chad's hunky naked body and growing dick. Chad stepped closer to Greg. “Good to meet you, Greg. Thanks for the booze. Do you want to hang out and have some fun with me and my big brother?” I couldn't believe Chad was standing there naked, with an almost total hard-on, asking this gorgeous man to stay and play. My mind was screaming, “Chad! Wtf?!!”, but I felt my own dick growing quickly to full stiffness. I couldn't deny the thought of a 3-way with this hunk was turning me on. Greg was looking around the room like he didn't know what to do or what to say. Then he stopped as if he had seen something. A smile began covering his face as Chad and I watched him move a hand to the crotch of his shorts and he started fondling a quickly growing bulge. “Are you guys partying?” he asked, and I realized he was looking directly at the glass pipe and lighter sitting on the table next to the bed. “Aw crap!” I said, sure we were going to be tossed out at best, if not have the police called on us. But Chad answered in an even voice as he stepped right up to Greg and put his hand over Greg's own hand caressing himself through his shorts. “Yeah, just a little. Is that okay, Greg? We'll share, won't we Lance?” They both glanced over at me and I nodded and said, “Yeah, sure, we'll share.” Greg was grinning widely now as he looked from Chad then to me then back to Chad. He moved both of his hands to Chad's bare body giving Chad complete access to his stuffed shorts. Greg began running his fingers across Chad's lean tight flesh and Chad unsnapped Greg's shorts and let them fall to his ankles. He was wearing a snug fitting yellow jock strap, the pouch already becoming soaked, and the back of which framed two solid globes of man-butt. “Are you going to share everything?” Greg asked in a sexy voice, which I recognized as the same voice I had talked to when I ordered the booze. Chad had already dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's jock strap down as he knelt, revealing a thick hard cut cock at least 8” long and dripping precum. “Oh yeah, we're definitely going to share everything with you man,” Chad answered, slipping his mouth over Greg's rigid meat making Greg and me both moan. (to be continued)4 points
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I play quarterback on my university's football team. Im tall with a large frame, but I’m not fat (6’2, 230 lbs). Gym and practice are what I focus on most. It was only my freshman year, but I had played all throughout high school too, so I was well on my way. During spring break, I went home to visit my dad. We lived in a rougher part of town, so it had its fair share of shady types, but it was still home to me. Dad and I got along well. Typical guys. We talked about sports, girls, work, argued about politics. It never went anywhere too seriously, so we just ended up shooting the shit like we usually do. What I did look forward to was my dad’s new hot tub. Well, sort of new. He took it off the hands of someone who wasn’t using it anymore. It was later in the evening that we were going to try it out together. Neither of us owned swim trunks, but that didn’t matter. We’d just skinny dip since it was in the backyard and there was plenty of privacy. We set out a case of beers and were getting the tub ready. Just as we were stripped down and about to go in, there was a knock on the front door. "Ah shit, just a moment, Ryan. I’ll go see who that is." Dad threw on some shorts and went to answer the door. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, naked in the night air. I was dipping my fingers in the hot water and casually playing with my dick. I wasn’t trying to get it hard or anything. I just tend to play with it when I get bored or space out. Eventually, dad came back with company. "Hey Ryan. This is Mr. Wilson. The guy who gave me the tub. He wanted to take it for another spin." I looked over and saw an older man in his late 60s or early 70s. He was terribly thin and pale. He was bald on top with a gaunt face. He definitely fit the profile of one of the shady types. "Oh hey. Thanks for hooking my dad up." He walked on over and started getting undressed. I was used to showering with the other guys after practice, so being around other naked men didn’t bother me. "Nice to meet you, Ryan. Hope you two have been enjoying the tub." "Not yet, we were just about to jump in." I looked toward my dad. But he didn’t get undressed. "I can’t this time. I need to take care of a few things I forgot about. Plus, the tub would overflow with all three of us in there. You two have fun." And with that, dad left me alone with Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson was down to his underwear and leaning up against the hot tub on the opposite side of me. I figured I’d step in since I wasn’t waiting for dad anymore. I sat up on the edge with my legs dipped in. The water was hot but felt good. Mr. Wilson did the same. As he swung his leg around, I saw his dick. Damn, it was big. I thought he might have had an erection at first, but it was actually flaccid. I wasn’t interested in imagining what it looked like, but damn if I wasn't a little envious. We both sat down in the water at the same time. Sinking into the hot water up to our chests. It felt good. "It’s nice to dip in after a long day. Johny tells me you play sports?" He talked pretty fem. I could tell he was one of those flamboyant gays back in his day. "Yeah, quarterback at university." I grab a couple beers and crack them open. I offer one to Mr. Wilson, but he just waves it away, not interested. So I sip mine down and keep the extra near by. "I can tell. You’re a large young bull from what I can see." "I gotta keep the muscle mass up; it's good for tackles." "I’m sure you’re great at tackling. For me, it’s difficult to keep my weight up. I'm quite ravaged away, as you can notice." "Do you diet? Do a lot of cardio?" "I get my cardio in other ways, but I’m not thin from dieting. It’s standard wasting from advanced AIDS." That last sentence made me feel uncomfortable. The guy was sick with something pretty bad, but I tried to play it cool and not let it get to me. There was a large gay community near by, so I shouldn’t be too surprised. "Sorry to hear that man." "It’s fine. I’ve been on home hospice care, and it’s hard for me to get around. Which is why the hot tub is very relaxing for me. I hated giving it up, but the maintenance was getting too much for me. Too many wild parties kept clogging up the filter. But it’s nice to come by and take a dip every now and then. I can at least make the trip next door here." "That’s good, I suppose." "And my viral load is in the millions." "That’s pretty cool." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded impressive. Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow, like I said something interesting. I finished my first beer and was burning through my second. Mr. Wilson and I chatted about random stuff. Small talk. It went on for quite a while, with a bit more beer. As he trailed on about something, I was trying to act interested, but the beer was getting to me, and in my obliviousness, I ended up playing with my dick out of boredom. Mr. Wilson must have noticed because he started playing with his. It started to get semi hard in the water, and I couldn’t help but notice it getting bigger. "Hey Wilson, don’t take this the wrong way, but how fucking big does that thing get?" The alcohol was definitely making me less tactful. "Oh, this old thing? It can get up to 11.5 inches." "Woah really? Bullshit. You’re such a small framed dude. It can’t really get that big." "My condition doesn’t shrink my cock. If anything, the lack of body mass only accentuates my length more." "Oh sure, whatever, I call bullshit." "I can prove it." "Fine dude. Prove it." A ridiculous challenge. Now Mr. Wilson was standing up and playing with his cock in front of me, stroking it. I was chugging more beer, waiting to see if this guy was all talk or if he could really get his dick large. "Oh, I’m getting a little winded. I need to hold on to something." Mr. Wilson let go of his cock and put his hands on my shoulders. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, I just need a little extra support. Would you mind giving my meat down there a hand?" "I’m not gonna jack you, dude." "You’re not jacking it. Just getting it hard. It was your idea." He had a point. I did want him to prove it that he had an 11.5-inch dick. "Fuck it." I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it. "Yeah, just like that young man." His thing was getting bigger in my hand. It quickly grew to full length, with thick veins and his cock head poking out from his forskin. The tip was looking at me. "Yeah, that’s nice. What do you think? big hu?" His cock was definitely large. I could feel it throb in my hands as his hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his cock started oozing, and it was dripping down into the water. "He he he, shit man you were right. It’s definitely huge." I was laughing it off. My curiosity satisfied. I let go of his cock and it slapped down between my pecs like a hotdog in a bun. He slid it up and down like he was trying to slowly titty fuck me. "Now that it’s hard, what do we do with it from here?" I looked down at it between my pecs. He twitched it up towards my face, pointing it just below my nose. I thought this was just to prove he had a big one. I wasn’t expecting it to go any further. "Uh, I’m not gay. I’ve never sucked cock before." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wilson let his tip rest on my bottom lip. "I never said anything about sucking it. But that sounds like fun." I pulled away and got up, changing the subject. "This thing has jets, right? How do I get those on?" I was drinking more beer as I was bent over fooling with the control panel on the side. Then I felt something warm poke my asshole. "It’s this button over here." Mr. Wilson was leaning over on top of me. Reaching around to the proper button. "Uh, is that your dick?" "Oh this? Yeah, couldn’t help myself. Your large, muscular ass was too tempting not to give it a poke. Hope that’s okay." "That’s alright. Guys in the locker rooms dick slap every now and then, so a little poke doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’d be able to get into me anyway. I do legs twice a week, so my ass muscles would be too strong for ya." "Is that so? I could push in and you’d keep me out?" "Go ahead, try it." The beer was definitely affecting my judgment. Mr. Wilson grabbed his dick and started pushing towards me. I felt my ass getting pushed in, but his tip wasn’t making any progress. I was clenching tight. "You are tight. What a big mountain of meat you are." He started stroking his cock as he pressed up against me. "Let’s get some natural lube on that ass." I felt my ass getting slippery from his pre. He was digging around, getting me greased up, and pressing harder. "Push that hole out. Open up for me." "I’m not trying to let you in. If it can’t go in, it can’t go in." "But I’m an old man; I need a little help to penetrate your strong young ass. What if I do get it in?" His pushing persisted. "It won’t." "I think it will." "Ha ha. If you can get it in, then you can do whatever you want to." "Is that a promise?" I was still drinking beer. My buzz a full on drunk by this point. "Heh, I’ll do whatever you say if you can manage to jam that big thing in me." "Oh, I plan on holding you up to that. This old queen is going to pop that neg cherry." "Then do it, man." I rocked my ass back into his dick as he kept trying to push it in. His movements got more enthusiastic as he was stroking his cock. His tip trying to dig into me, oozing out more pre on my hole. I thought it was pretty funny, this skinny old fem grandpa attempting to fuck me. I would die of embarrassment if any of the guys from the team saw me like this. Bent over with some random wrinkly old gay dude digging into my ass. But we were well secluded in the backyard in the dead of night. So I figured it was harmless to let him have his fun. The beer was getting me cocky, and I decided to tease him. "Come on grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "Oh? You want this poz cock to fuck a load in you?" He kept humping away at me. I knew the guy had a dangerous cock, but I was confident in myself. I was rocking back into his humping. Mr. Wilson not making any progress on penetration. "It's not going in man. You’re gonna have to call it." Mr. Wilson stopped his efforts but reached over to the hot tub filter. "True, guess I’ll have to use something to smooth it along." He pulled out the filter and reached in the container, pulling out a handful of a globby yellow-beige substance. "What’s that?" I asked, a little disturbed by the sight of it. "You know, I’ve had many parties in this thing. The filter always gets clogged with cum and sex juices. I’m glad to know there’s still some left over." Mr. Wilson slapped a handful of the slime on my ass and stroked his cock with it. It felt sticky and gross, but I had serious doubts over how well that would work. "He he, gross dude. But hey, if you think that will help, you’re welcome to try again." "Spread your ass for me." I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Good, now push that hole out." I puckered out my asshole. Wilson smeared more goo on my hole. Then I felt a jab as he stuck a finger in me. "Oh shit, your finger is in me, dude!" His finger went in while pushing the tub cum goo in me. "Yeah we need to get your ass used to things going inside it. My finger is much thinner than my cock, so it went in no problem. How does it feel?" Wilson was finger-fucking me. It felt strange, but not bad. "It’s kinda weird." "Then let’s get more in." He then pushed another finger in. My ass felt like it was getting stretched a bit. The goo helped the process along. Then came a third finger. "Ouch, that’s getting tight. Think you can ease up?" He didn’t stop. His fingers kept digging into me and twirling around. "Just a moment. You’re definitely a virgin down there. But it’s starting to feel like you’ve been prepped enough." He pulled his fingers out and slapped more goo in my ass. He then repositioned his cock at my hole. It was coated in the cum goo. "Now push your hole open for me and spread your legs more." I did as instructed. He didn’t have any luck getting into me before so I didn’t think he’d be able to do it this time even with the fingering. He started to push. It felt like my ring was hugging his tip. Not fully keeping him out. But then I started to open up more with his pushing. "Oh shit. That’s really slippery." Wilson leaned down. Grabbed my pecs and whispered in my ear. "Such impressive muscles you have. I can’t wait to see how this disease of mine devours them all away." "What?" Wilson gave a hard thrust, and to my shock, his cock slammed all the way up my ass. My cheeks slapping his pelvis. "OUH! FUCK!" He actually got it in! I didn’t think he could, but it was definitely all the way up in me. He wasted no time getting to fucking. His massive meat drilling away at my insides. "What’s wrong, jock boy? Can’t handle this old man’s dick?" His assault was rough and hard. My guts were hurting, and I wanted him out. I was moving around. Trying to get out of the tub. I ended up stumbling out on the ground. Wilson’s cock popping out of me. "Wow, that was wild. I didn’t think you’d be able to get it in." I got to my feet rubbing my ass. Wilson got out of the tub and got behind me, rubbing my shoulders. His hard on poking my ass. "I recall you saying I could do whatever I wanted if I could get it in you." He rocked his hips around, sinking the tip of his cock between my cheeks and meeting up with my hole again. "Well yeah, but wasn’t that just a joke? You can’t expect me to let you fuck me." "Now now, you need to be a man of your word." He gave another thrust and popped his dick back up inside my ass as we were standing up. "Oh shit! I told you man, I’m not gay." The intoxication was making me feel wobbly. Wilson was happily fucking me where we stood. He then started walking forward, herding me back towards the house. "Doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay; my cock still fits nicely inside you. Damn, you are tight as hell. Let’s go in the house and have some proper fun." Each thrust made me walk forward, going further and further into the house. "Wait, dude, we can’t. My dad is in there. He can’t see me like this." I whispered. But it didn’t stop Wilson. "Then we will just have to be quiet. Where is your bedroom?" He was whispering to. As we quietly walked through the house, I was trying to lead him to my bedroom so we didn’t alert dad to what we were doing. That’s when I saw him on the couch in the living room. He was facedown on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his laptop. He was totally passed out. Wilson stopped us where we stood, his cock still inside me the entire time. "Oh, look at this. Instead of your bedroom, let’s go over there. We should spend some quality time with your daddy." He turned us around and was now ushering me towards my past out father on the couch. He was still only in his shorts and nothing else, snoring away. "No! I don’t want to wake him." "Then don’t wake him up." My dad was now just a few inches away from us. "How about you get down and pull those shorts off of him?" "Why? We can’t do anything like that." "You have to do anything I say, remember? If not, I could just cum inside you now. Do you want to get infected with my AIDS because of your insubordination?" "Fuck no." We both got down to our knees. Wilson never let go of me. Never taking his cock out. I reached over to my dad and put my hands on his hips, grabbing his shorts and slowly working them off of him, revealing his hairy ass. Dad also played football a long time ago. He had quite an impressive build from what I had seen in his old photos. But now he had gained weight on top of that. He was a mixture of muscle and chub. So his ass was quite large. "That’s a good boy. Now spread your dad‘s ass open and get your tongue in there." I couldn’t eat out my own dad‘s ass. That's sick and wrong. I had my hands on his large round ass; I didn’t want to spread it apart to find out what its greasy hole would look like. Wilson, picking up my hesitation, gave a sharp thrust inside of me, jabbing his cocktip deep into my guts, causing a jolt of pain. He put a hand on my back and pushed me down. My face plapping against my dad‘s ass cheeks. He hadn’t showered today yet. He was musky and sweaty, with a hint of BO on him. I didn’t want to do it, but the painful cock in my ass wouldn’t relent unless I did what this old troll said. I spread my ass cheeks apart, revealing a juicy, dark pucker looking up at me. God, it looked so masculine and grimy. That's where his shit comes from. I’m supposed to lick that? "Lick it or don’t. I’ll just have my fun back here." Wilson started going to town on my ass. Fucking me in front of my sleeping dad. His cock reached deep, sliding in and out of me. It hurt, but it was also strangely good at the same time. His pace was faster than before. He was really getting into it. "Oh God your muscular ass feels so good. You’re squeezing me so tight, oof, I’m not going to last at this rate. Fuck boy you must really want me to blast my poz cum in you." Wilson emphasized ‘poz cum’ reminding me that I was getting fucked by something that could absolutely destroy my life. I looked down at dad‘s ass, considering what I should do. Wilson fucking me hard. His hips slamming into my ass. "Oh shit boy. It’s coming. Either eat that ass or swallow up my AIDS… I'm good for either one. Oh my… oh my." Wilson was grunting and moaning. My ass felt wet and sloppy as he pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in. His angry cock was definitely doing a number on my insides. Sliding throughout my tunnels, working its way up to spew its toxic poison. I could imagine his cock head inside me. His piss slit opening on the plunge forward and closing on the pull out. I was staring at my dad’s asshole. One question in my mind. Get AIDS or commit incest?’ Out of desperation, I dove my face into my dad‘s ass and licked his hole. It was salty and bitter, but juicy and moist. I dug my tongue inside while his ass cheeks hugged my face. "That’s a good boy; enjoy the taste of your father's ass juice." Wilson’s fucking slowed down. He was no longer working up to orgasm but just giving me slow, gradual thrusts. I had an old queenie gay dude fucking me raw while I had my tongue deep up in my dad‘s asshole. It was like something out of a dark, sick, twisted porno. Wilson’s slow fucking was stimulating me in all the right places. I felt my cock getting hard. I was even getting used to the taste of my dad‘s ass. I think I was even enjoying the taste of it. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it while I was getting fucked. Damn, I really didn’t want to enjoy what was happening, but I couldn’t deny the old fuckers technique. "Nice, looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself there. Let's aim you up a little further." Wilson pushed against my hips, dislodging my face from my dad‘s ass. We repositioned further up, and now my cock was resting on my dad's ass cheeks. "Now how about you dig that young, virile meat stick into your dad's slobbered up hole?" "I can’t do that. I can’t rape my dad in his sleep." Both of us were still whispering to one another, although it probably wasn’t necessary. My dad was out cold. He’s usually a rock-hard sleeper, especially after he's been drinking. I’m sure he could get slapped in the face a few times without waking up, but I didn’t want to take my chances on him possibly waking up to see his own son‘s cock directed towards his ass. "Let me help you." Wilson reached around, grabbed my cock, and pointed it down between his cheeks. I felt my tip hit his hole. Fuck, it was so wet and hot. I felt myself leaking. Wilson fucked my ass harder and drove my hips into my dad. Each thrust plunged my hips forward more and my cock deeper into dad. His ass was so tight and hot. I could tell I was taking his anal virginity. Dad didn’t respond at all. He was still sleeping, unfazed. Gently snoring as the two of us were above him doing unspeakable acts. I didn’t need the assistance anymore. I was all the way inside him and figured I might as well start fucking. I drove my cock in and out of dad while Wilson fucked me. The cock up my ass and the hot, tight ass gripping my dick were driving me insane. Dad's ass felt so good. I’ve fucked plenty of pussy in the past, but nothing was like this. Holy shit, dad's ass was better than anything I’ve fucked before. I didn’t know if it was from my ass getting drilled or my first time fucking a guy's ass, but I was getting close to cuming. I could feel myself building up, and I was ready to blow. I looked down at my dad. His face in the couch pillow. I felt a little guilty over what I was doing, but I was overcome with the carnal desire to shoot my wad. I buried myself deep into his ass and my dick exploded. "Ah fuck.." I grunted and came deep inside my dad. My balls squeezed out a massive load. Several ribbons shot out my cock, working it’s way up inside him. "Beautiful. Such a naughty boy, molesting his vulnerable father." Wilson was still inside me, slowly fucking. His hard on never ceasing to calm down. The post-nut clarity was making me feel shitty but I was still drunk. I wanted a break. "Wilson I need to take a moment." I pulled my cock out of dad, and a small bead of cum dripped down his ass, the evidence of my evil deed. I got up off the couch and got Wilson out of me. He sat on the couch next to my father, stroking his cock. He was so skinny and frail in comparison to dad; it's hard to believe this guy orchestrated such a fucked up night. He picked up one of dad's legs and brought a foot up to his mouth. He looked me in the eye as he started sucking on my dad's meaty toes. Wilson's cock stroking sped up as his tongue laced between the toes, his moans euphoric. "I need to go to the bathroom." I hurried to the bathroom and locked myself in. I was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. What the hell was I doing? I let some old gay dude fuck me, and then I fucked my own dad? This night is so fucked up. This isn’t what I planned on when I came home. I felt nauseous, so I did what everyone does when they drink too much. I took care of my business in the toilet and rinsed my mouth out, brushed my teeth, and gargled a lot. I felt a lot better, but I was still heavily boozed up. I inspected my ass, and it was sore and sloppy. Ugh, no more cock going in me tonight. I need to send Mr. Wilson on his way. I staggered out of the bathroom to rejoin Wilson in the living room. But when I got there, Wilson was on top of my dad. He was violently slamming his hips down into him, fucking him. His cock going in and out of his freshly creamed ass. I saw my dad's cheeks ripple with each balls deep thrust. "Dude, what the fuck!?" My whispering voice getting a little louder. "Don’t mind me, Ryan. I’m just finishing up here." Dad was still out cold but seemed to be moaning like he was having a bad dream. Wilson had an evil look on his face as he raped my dad's ass. I stumbled to my knees and crawled over to them, putting a hand on dad's ass. "Mr. Wilson, pull your dick out! You can’t fuck my dad!" I watched his cock go up and down. His meat pole was glistening from all the juices inside, partially from my load I contributed. It was a horrifying sight to see such a long dick pulverize his defenseless, hairy, round ass. "I still need to cum. It needs to shoot in something. You didn’t let me shoot it in yours, so now I’m going to knock up dear old daddy here." "Please stop. Get your old AIDS dick out of him. You can’t give that shit to him!" "Then make a choice, Ryan. Either you sit there and watch me poz up your dad or you surrender up your ass to me and take my load." Is he serious? I have to choose? Mr. Wilson looked like he was getting close. I had to do something. I was too drunk to stand up straight. All I could do in the moment was watch this diseased creep plow away at my dad. I had to make a choice: save myself or save my dad. "Fine, fuck me." I reluctantly gave in. "Nope, not good enough. I’m too close to stop now, oh fuck, oh yes." I got on the floor with my ass up in the air, spreading my cheeks apart. "Fuck my ass Mr. Wilson. Come on, grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "If you insist. But first, before I fuck your ass, your dad has a dirty foot I didn't lick. Clean it with your mouth." I crawled over to my dad's leg and grabbed his large foot. It was dirty and smelly, but I didn't hesitate to get my tongue on it. I'm doing this for him. As soon as I started licking, the taste and smell brought back memories from when I was really little and would play with dad's feet as a kid. I felt nostalgic and warm. Dad's feet were making me feel good. "Oh, that's a hot sight, Ryan. Keep licking that man foot. Savor the taste. Fall in love with it, oh fuck!" I sucked dad's toes and ran my tongue up and down his sole. They were dirty but soft and smooth. I was surprised to find out how much I was enjoying it. My mind blanked out for a moment. "Yeah... lick that foot... suck those toes...oh! Shit! Here it comes, fuck! FUCK! AAAAHH....... .........ahhh ...... ohhh..." I snapped out of it and noticed I was no longer licking my dad's foot but Wilson's. His toes were in my mouth. Somehow he managed to swap out dad's foot for his. I looked up at them. Wilson stopped thrusting. He was still, his back arched, his boney ass pressing hard into my dad and making a contorted face. Then his clenched ass relaxed. "Ah fuck... fuck that was big...." I took Wilson's foot from my mouth and hurriedly repositioned myself, ass open towards him. "Fuck me dude!" Wilson pulled out and got off my dad. He quickly hurried over to me and immediately slammed his cock in me to the hilt. His fucking was as aggressive as it was with dad. He was grunting and breathing heavily. Taking the full length of his cock felt unbearable, but unfortunately, it wasn't quick. He took a long time to work up his shot. "Oh shit, here it comes. My toxic poz cum deep in your ass!" He slammed hard several times. "Oh fuck, fuck! Oooooooh yeah!" I felt his cock spasm deep in me. He was cuming inside me. Plow after plow, he shot his sick cum deeper and deeper in my no longer virgin ass. After several ribbons Wilson calmed down to catch his breath. "Ahhhhh. That was good. See? Things are so much better when you do as you're told." He slowly pulled his cock out. His tip still dripping cum on my hole and balls. I was scared. I took poz cum from this old creep. Fuck, will I need to see a doctor or something? I didn’t know what to do in this situation. "Fuck… my ass hurts." I rubbed my ass. My hand coated in cum and sweat. Wilson sat next to dad on the couch again. "Heh. This life is going to be pretty rough for you. I have a rarely aggressive strain. Most guys I fuck turn into me within a year or two. Guess your football career is done, he he he." He was rubbing dad's ass, casually fingering it, and sucking the juices off his fingers. I was only paying attention to every other word he was saying. My head was spinning. "Whatever dude. Just not my dad." Mr. Wilson chuckled. He reached between the cushions and pulled out a 300-ml marinade injector. The one dad used for marinading large briskets. He must have gotten it while I was in the bathroom. It was loaded all the way up with a murky, pale yellowish-brown jello substance. He stuck the tip in dad's ass and put his hand on the plunger. "What the hell is that?" "It’s the remaining cum sludge from the hot tub filter. Your father needs a good basting." "You can’t put that crap in him!" "He has far worse in him than this." "What?" "Oh, my dear boy. You were in the bathroom for a long time. I've already shot a load of cum in him. You walked in on me working my way up to a second load. And of course, while you sucked my toes, I shot a second load off." And with that, he pushed the plunger down and filled dads's ass with the rest of that foul stuff. "I think it’s time I called it a night. The two of you will have plenty to discuss in the morning." Wilson gathered his clothes and left us for the night. I was sitting there with a sore ass, looking at my passed out dad. His sweaty ass sticking up in the air filled with all sorts of cum from who knows how many guys. Mine included. I was scared for my dad. I didn’t want him to suffer for my mistake. I crawled over to him and spread his ass. It was sloppy, mucky, and beautiful. I didn’t think this would work, but the only idea I had was to suck on his ass like venom out of a snake bite. I planted my mouth on his hole and sucked. I used my tongue to loosen him up. I tried my best to drink as much cum out of him as possible. "Ryan?…. Is that…you?" Dad was walking up. I kept his ass firmly attached to my face, holding him tight. I kept eating him out. Dad was only partially awake and still drunk, like me. He was noticeably rejecting my efforts, but I wasn’t letting him up. "Just push it out, dad. Let your ass shoot it out in me." I continued sucking his ass. ‘Stay still, dad’ I thought to myself. ‘Let your son do what’s best for you, and let him eat the cum out of you.’ Dad was too out of it to stop me. But he did what I instructed. He pushed and filled my mouth with cum. I ate his ass all night. I had to be thorough.3 points
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Been noticing a lot of it too. Some mention they like my profile says I bareback or they ask if I'll take them raw, which I always say I will. I don't ask a lot of questions, all too glad to take their loads but yeah, guessing their GFs won't let them rawdog them. Most don't mention whether they're married, engaged, dating, or whatever but its obvious they're straight or bi. I've had more than a few saying it was so much easier with me than with a girl.3 points
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I have great sympathy for you. I have had three out patient procedures since 2021 through Tampa General Hospital's Colon and Rectal Cancer Specialists. They said at first it was a fissure, it took two procedures and now I am able to go to the bathroom without pain. I need to use a stool softener every day, Colace is the one I use. Granted, you need to be near the bathroom when the urge to go strikes, but if you are in pain now it might be the best option till you can see a doctor. You can find Colace at Walmart, CVS, Walgreens. Even the hospital recommended I use it post procedure. I had a third procedure because they found I also had HPV and I never knew I was infected with that. The "down time" is frustrating, but between the pain medication (just a small amount) and the stool softener you should be fine in about a month. I would not suggest trying to have anal sex for quite awhile, to be honest I don't think you will have much desire to do so. It may seem like a long journey but there is light at the end of the tunnel. I wish you the best....3 points
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Ethan Wolfe or Tony Bishop would be great. Both poz. For fisting Chris Damned or Devin Franco.3 points
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The top usually manoeuvres me into the position he wants me in. Usually, over long sleazy sessions, I get fucked in most of the standard positions. My own personal choice would be on my back, legs wrapped round his neck/shoulders which allows him deep penetration. I find it important to be able to maintain eye contact while I'm being bred.3 points
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I'm sorry this happened. But the fact is, if an anal rupture has not healed naturally and it's been 3-4 months, you need to go see a doctor, pronto. The longer you wait, the more damage can be done that will be harder to repair - assuming it can be repaired. I realize you live in one of the shittiest states in the US for health care for uninsured people, with one of the shittiest governments in the US in charge, but you need to beg, borrow, or scrape together the money for a visit to an urgent care site (and they may send you to the ER). You might well have developed an infection that won't go away on its own, or otherwise injured yourself in a serious, serious way. No amount of folk healing advice from anyone on here is going to change that. This is a time for actual medical professionals, not suggestions for creams or cleaning.3 points
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Hope this isn't going to be too long for people to read but want to share my recent first time and know what others may think about it. I'm married and occasionally suck cock because of experiences many years ago which i have posted here before. As I am married I don't get much opportunity. Back in May on the bank holiday we had for the Kings coronation I had the opportunity to go out on my own. I got on my hookup app and soon had the interest of a mature top couple and after a few messages I was driving to their home to suck them both. When I arrived I was asked if I would be ok being hooded and plugged. I'd never done anything like that before but my sub brain was already kicking in and I said yes without really thinking about it. They were both well built men in their late 50s or early 60s but both quite fit. Once I had agreed they were quite forceful in telling me to undress. Once I was naked I had a rough hood put over my head. It wasn't tight fitting so it wasn't too scary but there was only a large hole for my mouth and i couldnt see anything. I was then told to kneel and get on all fours. I felt a cold slippy feeling around my bum and felt a buttplug being pushed in. I'd never been plugged before but it went in ok and i felt quite excited by it. I was then told to straighten up but remain kneeling and i was aware of a cock in front of my mouth demanding my attention. I went straight to it. Hands and mouth. Taking it deep, sucking hard. I started to hear lots of verbal abuse which motivated me more onto that beautiful large and hard cock and i received a good throatfucking and took his load deep without tasting. I could feel hands caressing my balls from underneath and behind and was aware that i had quite an erection myself. They were talking to each other about me. Calling me a slut and a little whore. They said i wanted fucking. I didn't say no. I just remained quiet and at their service. The plug waa removed and i felt the cocl at my hole. I was extremely nervous and worried about embarassing myself. The cock pushed in a long way helped by the lube left by the plug and i was being fucked for the first time. Bare cock in my ass taking what he wanted. I was his slut and his cock whore and i loved it. To be honest my heart is still thumping nearly 3 months later. I suppose i even may have been filmed, but they seemed like ok guys. I hope they liked what i gave.2 points
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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.2 points
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My last hall pass was two Saturdays ago, July 15th. I live in a close suburb outside Chicago, it’s basically in the city. As I usually do on my hall passes, I was planning on traveling around for the morning and then posting up at Steamworks or Banana Video in the afternoon. Maybe stopping by Te-Jay’s to get some gloryhole dick as a treat, who knows? I started planning things out on Sniffies and BBRT in advance. I weeded out the usual dozens of other guys who seemed like pic collectors, curious but flaky guys, or guys who were eager-but-way-too-far-out. By Friday night, I had 8 guys lined up in my area who had told me they were solid, all of whom confirmed “Saturday morning for sure” when I asked. Saturday morning rolls around and every single one of those guys flaked. 🤬 Oh well. I get back on Sniffies and start driving down to the Loop. I’m not ready to head to Steamworks yet—I want to get some variety before I make that investment. So I put my Sniffies location next to Te-Jay’s and figure if Sniffies is a bust I can at least stop in to the bookstore over lunchtime to fill up on penis and semen from the tourist crowd. *Ding* *Ding* Two guys message me right away. The first guy is closest to where I can find parking, so I tell him I’ll be to his apartment shortly. Black guy, nice looking thick cock, about average length. I walk in and drop my bag at the same time I drop to my knees. I immediately take his soft spongy head in my mouth, lapping at and massaging it with my tongue. This is the first cock I’ve had in months, and I waste no time getting him hard and pounding the back of my mouth. I take time to suck his balls into my mouth while I jerk his now rock hard cock on my face. I drop my shorts around my ankles and bend over his couch, and line the tip of his cock with my pre-lubed asshole. He’s eager as well, thrusting to the hilt and pumping four times before he starts shooting his hot load of cum deep in my hole. He pulls out, and I feel his seed drip out of my hole and run down my leg as I kneel back down and gently put his cock back in my mouth. We both stand up to pull up our pants, and I see that his cum has splattered all over the inside and outside of my shorts. I point it out and laugh, and he lets me clean up a bit with a dishrag. One load down. I message the other guy that I’m on my way. He’s in town for a conference, so I walk over to his hotel. I do the walk of shame past people brunching on patios that I walked by 15 minutes beforehand, when I didn’t have a giant wet spot on the front of my shorts (and probably another one in the back around my asshole). I finally get to the new guy’s hotel room after navigating the lobby elevator and dodging the concierge. He’s in bed stroking his super thick cock, with nothing but his hat and socks on. He lets me drop my bag and take my clothes off, asking me questions about the other guy who just fucked me—he’s gotta be careful because he has a girlfriend. That’s cool, I don’t judge. I grab my poppers and lube and crawl up his bed until I’m planted between his legs. I start licking his balls as I replace his hand with my own, stroking his meaty dick. I roll each of his balls around in my mouth before licking up his shaft and taking his cock past my lips. Savoring the flavor of his precum. I pause to hit my poppers, and he hits them as well while I go back to trying to fit him in my throat. It’s too big unfortunately. He gets up and brings me around to the couch at the foot of his bed, where I kneel and bend over. He starts rimming me. It feels fucking amazing, his tongue slobbering at my cummy hole. He reaches for my cock and I tell him that I usually have trouble getting hard with guys, so he gets the message. Eventually I need his cock inside me, so I reach back and grab for him to come up and fuck me. I lube his shaft and then take a hit of poppers as I feel his cockhead enter my cunt. He slowly presses inside, stretching me open. It’s the perfect cock for my hole. About 7.5 inches long, thick and tapering out to the base, about 2.25 inches in diameter, maybe 7.0 inches in circumference. I love being stretched out. Despite what I said earlier I start getting hard while he begins to move in and out of my loose pussy. He keeps pulling all the way out of my hole, the cool air a pleasant contrast to his throbbing cock. He says that he’s never felt a hole as hot and wet as mine, even his girlfriend’s, and he needs to slow down or he’s going to cum too soon. I tell him I don’t mind, and as he grabs my hips and thrusts back inside me I beg him to pump me full of his hot semen. He buries his cock balls deep in my hole, his whole body going into spasms on my back as he shoots cum into my guts. I’m flying high from poppers and the feeling that there is nothing I would rather be doing right at that moment than taking loads of sticky cum from random strangers. After his cock withdraws from my hole, I get back on my knees to clean him off, just like the last guy. I love going ass-to-mouth, tasting the penis that was just in my asshole and the semen that he just bred me with. He seems to be extremely sensitive, even my very gentle, very slow ministrations with my tongue seem to be too much for him. Either that or he gets a strong case of post-nut clarity, and appears to be in a hurry for me to leave. I take his cue and get dressed, making small talk before grabbing the rest of my things. I give him a fist bump before I walk out the door. I go down the stairwell this time so I don’t need to worry about the slow elevators. To my surprise I have good cell reception in the stairwell, so I post up there for a minute to figure out my next move. I send a message to the hotel guy to thank him for the great fuck and for giving me his load, then consider my options. It’s getting close to noon. I’m about a 30 minute walk from my car, and then probably 20 minutes to get up to Boystown. I had previously planned to meet up with another guy in Boystown around 1-2pm. This guy had said he could host at his apartment with his buddy who was visiting. He said they could spitroast me… umm, yes please! I check in with him again—we had chatted earlier that morning to confirm how many other guys I had lined up before them—and let him know that I was able to get a couple loads despite my earlier bad luck. I wait a few minutes but still don’t get any response. Another couple guys have messaged me around the Loop asking if I’d like to get fucked. After some back and forth I find that neither one of them can host either. They want to fuck me in a bathroom somewhere. Sounds a little too risky for my blood. I’m a cumdump, but I don’t want to be a cumdump with a rap sheet. I’m beginning to think it’s time to just head back to the car when Hotel Guy messages me back. “Dude I want a second round haha.” 🤔 I reply, “Right now…?” -to be continued-2 points
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When I run across a profile that I find intriguing (read: I want him to breed me) I will often try to go to his BBrt profile to find out more, only to find out that half the time (maybe more) it no longer exists. I'm sure it did at one time and you probably have a new one but haven't taken the time to update your profile on BZ to reflect the change. Please do. It may just mean more hole for from bottoms visiting your city who crave your seed. The same goes for Twitter profiles. I love to follow hot tops all over the world and announce when I'm traveling their way. 🙂2 points
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My dilemma when servicing cocks at a gloryhole is if and when to offer my hole. I enjoy sucking and swallowing loads a lot but I also like getting bred, especially by someone anonymous. Unless the top indicates he wants ass, through withdrawing, etc, I'm always afraid that the guy leaves the gloryhole and I miss a load, because some guys are turned off by bottoms who bareback.2 points
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My late husband and I met another couple, and we used to play with the younger piggy one. The 4th guy liked to watch, but usually said, "You boys have go fun," and that was it. I ran into the pig unexpectedly at an event a couple years later, and while my man was away doing his volunteer stuff, I was getting pounded by the pig's fat 9-incher. My guy was sorry he missed out on a good time. Seeing this in print, I wonder if this counts?2 points
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A few years ago I was cruising at the local adult book store in the video booth area . It was pretty busy but soon spotted the bf of a friend of mine. He's very handsome with a great build and never expected to ever see him here but we are all pigs. We glanced at each other and I headed into a booth and he followed me in. He immediately dropped his pants and I was confronted with a semi hard dick that was really big already. I got on my knees and started sucking. He pulled out a bottle of poppers, took a hit and then handed them to me. I was flying and super horny. Without saying anything I stood up, dropped my pants, bent over, spit on my fingers, and wetted my hole. I had made sure his dick was nice and wet before I stood up. I took a big hit of poppers and soon he was in. He grabbed me by the hips and began rhythmically fucking me. It felt great but I need more spit. I pulled forward releasing his dick, turned around,took his dick in my mouth tasting my ass and got him extra wet. Soon he was in me again, fucked me for a few minutes more until his breathing got heavier and his dick went deeper. All of sudden he stopped balls deep and I felt his dick throbbing knowing his cum was in me. I turned around, cleaned his dick and he left. That night I went out and saw him with his bf. We both smiled but what made it so hot was his cum was still in me.2 points
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I've been getting fucked by my older brother since 2012, but no action with any other family members. I've had sex with the boyfriends or husbands of two of my friends. In both cases they initiated it. One I just sucked off, that went on and off for about a year, and the second one fucked me on two different occasions.2 points
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it's not weird to love the smell of dirty womans cunts, i was loving it since my 12th when i smelled my moms used pantie out of the laundy basket.. smell of unwashed sweaty cunt, urine, sometimes dried cum if she was creampied by 1 of her fuckbuddy's. she was very hairy downunder, that makes the smell even stronger. i also have this fetish for unwashed cocks as well, especially smegma cocks. i prefer this types of cocks above fresh clean ones where there is nothing to smell and taste2 points
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Well, frankly I am an assman but a total bottom. I love to rim a top before he fucks me !2 points
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I had a guy who took me to a really cruisy park to strip me naked and specifically watch a bunch of homeless men fuck me and blow loads in me out in the open where anyone could see. he legit hate fucked me semi regularly and legit thought I was a disgusting fem whore and would often tell me I’m a “worthless piece of $hit" and that if I was his son he would have sold me as a sex slave. he was always trying to find new degrading stuff to do to me. so he prearranged for a few dirty homeless men to meet me there with him and several other homeless and regular cruisers ended up using me while he watched and told them to rape me and piss on me and ended up ramming his entire forearm up my as while I laid naked on a picnic table getting strangled and pissed on. there is another guy who liked to dress me up as his daughters and fuck me in their actual beds. I actually look exactly like his older daughter.he also has me call him daddy and dad and he calls me by their names while he brutally sodomizes me.2 points
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Ryan decided to stay with Aaron for a few weeks, as he was nervous over converting if he did. Well, “if” was not really the right mind set, it was when. It was inevitable, as he and Aaron had hot brother sex every day since, taking turns fucking each other. Finally about 2-3 weeks after their kidnapping, Ryan did feel a little bad, not horrible, but not right either. Aaron took Ryan off to the clinic he went to for testing, and sure enough, Ryan showed Poz. The only reaction the brothers had was to get instant hard ons. The first thing the brothers did was head off to the tattoo place that Bart told them about to get their own biohazard tattoos. When they got there, they saw Bart there and found he owned the parlor. He recognized them immediately. “So, the brothers appear. Am I to guess that Big Bro’s gift took and your both here to get your badges of honor?” Bart took them back to a private room and had them strip down. Bart shaved both of their chests and carefully washed them. They both got about four inch biohazards tattoos done on their left pectorals. By the time the tattoos were done, the brothers had rock hard dripping erections. Bart just had to quench his thirst on that toxic love juice, and promptly got on his knees and took each cock one by one in his mouth and drank their juices. Once Bart had his fill of the brothers copious sweet precum, he turned them around and bent them over his table so he could get at their firm dimpled asses. Aaron’s nicely fuzzy ass, and Ryan’s some what less fuzzy one (which Bart was sure would fill in in a few years to match Aaron’s). Bart took his turn between the two asses, spreading the cheeks and running his tongue all in the hairy valleys, all against the fuzzy holes and finally driving his tongue as deeply into their beings as possible. Aaron and Ryan moaned through out the rimming, their cocks never going down, and juices flowing out of their foreskins to the floor. While Bart was down at their asses giving them all his attention, he noticed for the first time that the brothers had tattoos on their left butt cheeks. Looking at them, they were identical and something he’d never seen before, and expertly done, but it also looked vaguely familiar like may be he has seen it. He looked closely at both as he lightly ran his tongue over them. They appeared to be three stylized arms made into a Celtic knot each “arm” also had a stylized letter, one being A, another R and last a M. The center of it all with all the lines a swirls almost seemed to have the biohazard sign in it. Bart could see a way of using a few colors to call a subtle attention to that. Bart lightly rubbed the tatts, “So boys, what is this beautiful tatt on your asses. It can’t be obvious spelling arm and be arms making a knot.” Aaron spoke up, “That’s a design I did for my brothers and I. Us three are exceptionally close. After our parents died I did that for us three, and we all decided to have them put on our asses. All three of us are gay, and came out to each other when our parents died. It was my first act as our baby brother’s guardian to allow him to get the tattoo at 15. Matty was just 15, Ryan was 18 and I was 21. Matty is 18 now and about to graduate.” “Well, now that is a special tatt then. Matty, so there is a third one of you hot boys? Matty, um, Matty?! Hold on, let me get something, I remember something now. You two keep yourselves busy a moment, let get my pad and delay my next appointment a short bit.” “Fuck, that tatt looks great on your chest Aaron. Turn around and let me see that ass tatt too.” As Aaron turned around Ryan pushed him over the table, and attacked his ass with his tongue. This made Aaron start to moan loudly. Ryan got his tongue deep into Aaron. Ryan was working over Aaron’s hole making it all wet and ready. Ryan stood up, and rubbed the tip of his hard and dripping cock against Aaron’s hole. At that point Bart walked back in, and saw the brothers in such a compromising hot position. He got right up against Ryan from behind, reached around and grabbed Ryan’s cock. “Such a hot sight to walk in to. Here let me help you put your dick into your big brother.” Fitting words to action, Bart nestled Ryan’s foreskin covered head against Aaron’s hole and using his body pushed Ryan slowly and steadily into Aaron. Both brothers moaned out an “oh fuck”. “Then while you boys have a nice little fuck, let me show you something. Ryan look over your brother’s shoulder while humping him.” Bart pulled up bbrts on his notepad, and an account that had caught his attention a few weeks ago. He showed the following posting to the boys fucking. NEWLY 18 AND SEEKING GIFT I just turned 18, and graduating in a month. Heading back home, and looking for a cumming home gift. Do you have the right package to give me the gift I want? Especially love skin wrapped delivery systems. Matty needs his gift soon. With the posting were some great pictures of a very fit twink. Beautifully fit chest with a little patch of hair between his pectorals, patch of hair around each nickel sized nipples. Shaggy treasure trail from his bellybutton to his bushy pubes, and a beautiful uncut cock. Just a hint of juice coming out the lips of his foreskin. The next picture showed a beautiful muscular back down a triangle to a perfect dimpled ass, with just a few hairs coming out the valley, hinting at a very nice fuzzy hole. On the nicely dimpled left cheek, that now very familiar tattoo. “Holy fuck!!” both boys said in unison, which at the same time they both blasted their very toxic loads, one all over the parlor table and one deeply inside an ass.2 points
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This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 5 - Muscledude's Unprotected Hole Robert and David have been together for 6 years and of that time 4 years poz. Both Robert and David are both really muscular and spend a lot of time in the gym. Robert is 45 years old and David is 24 years old. David and Robert started dating when David was only 18 years old. Two years later, they got married and had a memorable and hot honeymoon in Brazil. Robert and David love sex and love showing off their muscular bodies. During their two-week honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, they had sex with countless new men every day. Robert and David toured Rio's gay saunas and cruising areas for two weeks. Although both men are more tops, especially David's hole was tender and swollen after a two-week honeymoon. Brazilian men were hot for a muscular 20 year old all white guy. Both grooms had given and received countless loads during the two weeks. All bare. Two weeks after the trip, first Robert developed a fever and then David. They both received HIV as a gift from their honeymoon. Every year on their wedding day, Robert and David take a trip and reminisce about their honeymoon. They have already visited Berlin, Tokyo, Cairo and most recently Mexico City. At each location, local men happily accept Robert and David's sperm and seed their holes. For two months now, Robert and David have been fucking Roy, a 30-year-old muscular dude they met at the gym. Roy often works out at the gym with his husband. But Robert and David noticed some time ago how Roy always winked in their direction. One time Roy's husband was nowhere to be seen, so David went to talk to Roy. David made sure Roy could see the cock bulging under his shorts. After a while, Robert and David went to the locker room and the gym's sauna to relax after training. It didn't take more than a moment when they heard the sound of the shower and right after that Roy was standing at the door of the sauna with a towel on his hip. Robert and David had sat so that the only place for Roy was between the men. Roy climbed onto the top bench and sat between the men. Robert rubbed his muscles and hummed with pleasure. Robert opened his towel on his hip so that Robert's thick cock was exposed. Robert also rubbed his cock and moaned some more. David also opened his towel and revealed his luscious cock to Roy. Robert grabbed Roy's hand and led it to his own cock. Roy didn't resist and grabbed Robert's hard cock. David put his hand behind Roy's neck and guided Roy's face towards his crotch. Willingly, Roy opened his mouth and let David's cock slide deep into his throat. Robert had already put his hand on Roy's ass and slid his finger towards Roy's hole. "Please stop, I can't", said Roy startled. It turns out that Roy and the husband had a monogamous relationship, so Roy shouldn't be in this situation. Between two juicy cocks. "Okay, we're going home to fuck. It's nice if you come along. But that's entirely up to you. You're welcome!” said Robert and went to take a shower. David followed Robert. David and Robert were already dressed when Roy came out of the shower. "Wait, I'll go with you". On the way, Roy said that he had never cheated on his husband, even though he has a constant desire to have a stranger's cock in his ass. Once there, David and Robert undressed Roy right away. Robert offered his own cock for Roy to suck. David bent down to eat Roy's married hole. When Roy's hole was wet enough, David began to rub his cock on the hole. Roy demanded a condom for David. The men explained to Roy that they were just fucking bare, but it's completely safe because both men's viruses are undetectable. Roy was shocked to hear that both men are poz. David resolutely stated that it's bare or not at all. And pulling out is not an option, because if you fuck, the juices are always injected deep into the hole. Cheating muscle dude Roy was too horny. He couldn't refuse anymore. He could only say to David "Breed me". Both men fucked the cheater Roy in every possible position. Both cummed in Roy's hole twice. Every week, Roy would cheat on his husband once or twice at David and Robert's. Sometimes the men also quickly fucked Roy in the gym's sauna. Only in the weeks when David and Robert had a Thursday club meeting did they not fucked Roy. Because they were of meds. They did tell Roy what it was about. Roy listened in amazement that some willingly take poisonous sperm in their holes. Roy's own cock stood stone-faced when David told how they had gangbanged and inseminated 25-year-old Eric at John and Michael's and most recently a 35-year-old blindfolded parish priest at William and James's. Roy stared horny at the video of Max's gangbang, where Max begged for poz loads while blindfolded. The video caused Roy to shoot sperm with no hands.2 points
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In high school, I was a less popular jock. I played baseball and soccer so I was pretty involved in sports year around. By the time I graduated and was 18, I still hadn’t grown out of my slight chubbiness but all my friends would comment on how fat my ass was. I’ve known I was gay for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until my freshman year that I caught the attention of one of the varsity football players. I had gone to a party and had few drinks. I somehow ended up outside when there was a group of football guys smoking some pot. My friend being much more bold than me, she asked if we could join. We ended up fitting right in the group and spent quite a bit of time with them that night. I could not keep my eyes off one of them. I had seen porn where black guys dominate white guys and although the thought was intimidating and scared me - it also drew my attention and turned me on soo much. I was 5’9” and this man was at least 6’3” with very muscular arms and just enough extra weight to still be fit but big. As the party ended, my friend and I went home without much more to the story… The following week I was walking home from soccer practice when a car pulled up next to me. The driver rolled down the window and shouted asking if I wanted a ride home. When I turned to see the person, it was him - the guy from the party. I was tired exhausted from conditioning and even though I lived close to campus, I was mesmerized and definitely tempted. When I got in, we introduced ourselves and he told me his name was Mikel. He was sitting with his legs so spread and his shorts were slide really high up on his slim muscular legs. He definitely caught my eyes when I noticed his legs and he smiled. We made small talk to my house and he asked if I had plans for the evening. I explained my parents were out of town and since my older sister was in out of state, I was alone tonight. He brought out this electric cigarette thing asked if I wanted a hit. I wasn’t sure what it was so I asked, he told me it was his weed vape pen. We smoked a lot on the way to my house. He kept saying he was good but wanted me to take another hit and I just accepted it. He said he had some flower too and said he just didn’t have somewhere to smoke it since the smell lingered longer and his family wasn’t okay with it at home. In my stoned state I invited him into my house and offered to him to smoke in the backyard. We finally arrived and he opened his glove box and grabbed small box and under the box there was a sandwich bag with a few pills in it. I asked what the were and he explained it just molly, he shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the pills and we jumped out to go inside my house. We went to the back yard and as he rolled us a blunt he talked about how his dad is always home so he can never really hang out there not being able to smoke. Before I knew it, he tapped both hands on the table motioning he had finished rolling. There was smaller joint and blunt. He told me he used some of his really high quality weed to roll me a joint. He took off his shirt and leaned back revealing his muscular chest, his slightly chubby belly, and his muscular legs caught my attention with his shorts slide up revealing the border of his underwear. He smiled and explains how his girlfriend was out of town and he couldn’t even go to her house to get away from home. He joked laughing saying how he was soo horny and his girl has been gone for over a week and won’t be back until the following weekend. He smiled at me which made me blush. He looked proud and like he could rule the world. I had to adjust in my seat and flush my shirt to hide my growing boner. You see, I consider myself pretty small. It’s easy to conceal awkward boners because even erect I’m only about 3 inches. When I was soft, you could barely tell if I even had a penis. There was a moment of silence between us and he said we should smoke. We did smoke and I could barely finish the whole joint he gave me. With his encouragement and telling me he didn’t want it wasted - I finished the whole thing. As we both had finished our rolls and dropped them into the ashtray - he said “damn, I’m so horny. You know, there used to be faggot who would blow me and my friends? He always gave the best blowjobs.” I was in shock and when I looked up, he was staring into my eyes. I’ve smoked pot since high school and I had never felt so stoned before. I was warm, my body was tingling, and I felt this hot desire within myself that was more prominent than ever before. His stare stopped me in my tracks and I couldn’t help but just slightly and awkwardly smiled at him. He smiled back and stood up leaning over me and close to my ear. He sternly and quietly asked, “you wanna be my faggot while my girls gone, don’t you white boy?” I just looked up and smiled, I was speechless but visibly happy. I suddenly noticed his musky masculine scent and my smile grew bigger. He grabbed his crotch as he stood up tall and announce he wanted to take a shower. I stood up and we walked into my house and I showed him the bathroom. I brought him to my parents room since the shower was nicer. I showed him the shower and walked out to get him a towel. I just opened the door there he stood getting into the shower already nude. He looked over and smiled at me, “you’ll love what you see - get in with me faggot.” I blushed and shut the bathroom door accepting his invite. He watched me closely as I got nude and when I stepped in that’s when he noticed my hard boner. He was already soaping his body so when he reached and stroked my penis, it felt soft and lubed. He laughed and pulled me closer, “Man, you’re so small - you’ll be a sissy before you know it faggot. I already knew you’d be a faggot but with a dick this small, you’ll be something more and in my opinion better. Not to mention, it looks like you’re gonna be naturally hairless.” He let go my penis and pulled me close to his body and he began to kiss me deeply, i gave in right there. He reached around and I felt his hands slide down my body to my ass. He told me he loved my ass and admitted to checking it out often. I rapidly began to feel his growing cock. He was at least 9 inches and thick full mast, when I reached down and grabbed him - I couldn’t get my hand even to fit around it. He began to play with my ass more forcefully, really gripping hard and was pulling my cheeks apart. In doing so, I felt my hole even stretch and I was getting so horny. He grabbed me in the shoulder suddenly and pushed me to the wall. I was leaning into the wall and he kicked my feet apart wider and dropped to his knees. I was so surprised when I felt him start rimming me. He wasn’t just rimming, he was really eating me out and pushing his tongue as far in as he could. I was so horny and in my unusually high state and excitement, I felt my hole relax and his tongue pushed into me. I reached down and towards my cock and he stopped and said, “nah faggot. Imma have to take care of that.” He opened the shower door and after a few seconds of shuffling in his clothing, he suddenly closed the door and pushed me back against the wall. I felt him again at my hole but just for a moment. “Listen faggot,” he said. “I wanted you to realize something. You’re not a man, you’re not even a boy. You were a faggot but tonight, I want you to be my sissy. You’re gonna worship me, you’re gonna put your sisters clothes on - you’ll want it trust me.” I moaned in response as I felt him slide a finger inside me. He was prompt in finding my prostate and I couldn’t help but just to bend over more and relax my hole. I couldn’t help it, I was higher than I had ever been and could barely concentrate. I’ve watched bbc porn and even love to watch blacked straight born. I relaxed further as I felt another finger slide into my bow, “that’s right sissy, just relax and give me your pussy. I know all about the type of porn you whites watch, I know what you need. But remember, tonight no touching yourself - you don’t have a dick, okay?” I just moaned and brought my hands behind my back. “Hmmm that’s right sissy? You wanna be blacked? You’ll never be the same. You’ll never be satisfied again bottoming. You’ll always crave something deeper, something bigger. Tell me you want it.” “I want it Sir,” I groaned. At that, I felt his fingers pull out and back in a moment later. I could have swore I felt something else, but I quickly noticed this burning sensation at my hole. It hurt and I jumped up. He quickly stood towering me as I reached back to touch my still burning hole. He sternly pushed me again the wall and said just wait for it baby. He grabbed my arms and pulled the around me and reached both his hands down to my ass. The burning was fading it but I still very warm as I began to feel increasingly horny but hornydeeper within myself in an entirely new way. I looked up into his eyes and deeply kissed him. He pulled away, “now sissy, I’m going back in that pussy, but I’ll just play and start gentle.” He began to probe me and I’ve never felt better. He was stretching my hole wider and wide when suddenly I felt him stop and our kiss ended. “Who is my good girl now, sissy?” I moaned and proclaimed, “I am Sir, I wanna be your girl.” We finished the shower and dried off. I was beyond horny at this point and I as I dried off, I noticed I wasn’t hard. He saw my lacking of my soft penis. “Yo man, that’s the smallest I’ve ever seen, you can’t even tell you have a dick!” I felt embarrassed and flustered, “I’m just soft dude.” He stopped and made eye contact, “you’re soft because you’re a sissy. You’ve got a pussy, can’t you feel it sissy?” I blushed even more and knowing my pale skin, he could obviously tell. I suddenly became hyper aware of two things. The first was, this horniness within my hole that I had never felt before. I couldn’t help but reach back to my hole and finger myself as I became aware of his huge, rock hard member. His body was so muscular, he stood so tall, he had such a way of carrying himself just standing there - towering over me. “That’s right sissy, you’ve got such a nice muscular ass and you’re even sexier now that I know you don’t even have enough pubic hair or body hair to proclaim any sort of masculinity,” Mikel said stepping closer. Embracing me, he said softly in my ear, “now I’ve got something else I wanna give you. When I’ve given to white boys like you, they always find themselves with me. You’re gonna love the feelings you have and as I penetrate you deep enough to play in your special sissy spot. I want you shaking tonight and I have plans for you this weekend.” He reached down and promptly fingered me with his much larger than mine. I turned and moaned “please” as we kissed deep and felt his tongue push deep in my throat. He was aggressively kissing and fingering me, I felt his other hand against my hole now too. I felt another burn, but it didn’t hurt - it felt very very good. He told me to squeeze my hole as tight as possible and I could only moan as he pulled out of me. He spanked my ass and said, “hears what’s gonna happen, I want you to go into your sisters room and find something sexy to wear. I’ll be here in your parents bed waiting for you, there’s punishment if you wait too long.” I rushed to my sisters room and because I’ve dressed in her clothing before, I was so excited that I dressed in an hypnotic like state. I didn’t even hesitate as I pushed open the door to my parents room, and saw him there with his big erect cock towering high with his hand slowly moving up and down jacking ever so slowly. I smiled and stepped in and revealed myself were my sisters thigh high socks, her pink thong which completely covered my balls and my soft penis shriveled inside of me. He want me turn around and show his ass as I bent slightly forward to show my ass I felt the thong at my hole and yet a new sensation laid into me bringing forth further horniness. “What are you tonight?” “You’re sissy Sir.” “That’s right, and what do you want to do tonight sissy?” “I wanna be your good girl Sir, I wanna be a girl,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I had just announced. “Now stay leaning again the wall there sissy,” he ordered me. He shuffled and I felt him stand behind me rubbing my ass. He had lUbe now and I felt his fingers quickly find their way into me starting with two. I arched my back and whispered in my ear, “I wanna see you sissygasm, then you’ll always bd a girl. Now imma take you a step further, I wanna see you turn. You’ll never even wanna masturbate the same faggot. Now don’t move this time and I promise you’ll feel better.” His other hand came to my hole and the burn became nearly unbearable as the fingers entered. He held me tight and close and pushed his fingers deeper and the burning only continued worsen. He pulled his fingers out and stood tall and I felt something large being at my hole. The pressure worsened and the burning returned, he moaned into my ear “you can give it to me, or I can take it girl. Trust me, you’ll like it more if you give it. Just breathe deep and kiss me sissy.” I’d never felt so horny and I could only attempt to loosen my ass wide enough to let him in. “Please,” I moaned slowly and loudly. The pressure stopped and there was coolness at my hole. he told me, “you’re gonna open for me sissy, aren’t you? You’re something special - you’ve got the nicest ass I’ve laid and you don’t even have something that you grab if you wanted to jerk off right now. I feel how much you want it, you must have some toys you’ve been practicing with. Why don’t you get them for me?” He spanked me once more. I look at him embarrassed and walked towards my moms closet. My mom must have liked huge cocks too, she had a big dildo - not as thick as Mikel’s cock but much bigger than average. As I walked back towards Mikel just feeling so happy - he pointed out the size and color of the large toy. It was black. As I laid on my stomach he ordered me to arch my back and show off my pussy. As he fingered me, he made a confession “I love gettin you newbie white fags fucked up and showin you the power of your pussy. After today only bbc will scratch that itch. I only buy these drugs for moments like tonight - showing small dick fags they want to be a sissy.” He started to finger me again and I did my best to relax my hole. He commented how loose I’ve become and how good my pussy is gonna feel stretched on his cock. He announced, “I think you’re gonna be a total bottom, a total size queen, and you’re gonna guys fist you huh?” With that he pulled out and I felt more coolness around my hole. I felt something sharp and that strong painful burn again. I was so lost in his degradation and his touch I simply moaned and arched my ass up more. I felt the familiar pressure from the toy now and as it pushed inside me, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The burning quickly turned into an intense desire to be fucked. “Loosen that pussy and I’ll fuck you. And you know what, I know someone would LOVE to meet you. He loves turning white boys into snow bunnies - you’ll love him.” The dildo went deep and he speed fucked me hard causing my legs to start uncontrollably shaking. “Yeah sissy, wait till that molly kicks in as it’s cock making you sissygasm.” I could only moan already in ecstasy. “Now girl, I want you to take over. I’ve gotta meet my friend but I’ll be back with a surprise in less than 20 minutes. While I’m gone, I want you watch this video - really watch it and learn.” The video began, it was hypnotic beat with lots of white guys bottoming to bbc. It was really hot. There was a soothing, masculine voice talking about how small dicks need to be caged and boys pussies need to be toyed. It brushed over all my deepest fantasies before I knew it, I felt a hand on my ass and a deep voice “you must be the sissy Mikel talked about huh faggot?” “Mikel told me I would like you but I never imagined this. You must’ve just turned 18, and it looks like you played sports all through high school, huh?” “Yes I did…” I moaned as he grabbed the toy I had been fucking myself with and took over the rhythm. “And you probably never felt like you fit in, Mikel says you even have the smallest cock he has ever seen on a sissy. I wanna see, turn around and take these panties off.” I did as I was told and revealed that my ball sac had shrivel up so close to my body, you hardly tell slight bump was testicles. My penis had become an inward divet and when he pushed his fingers to my penis, he literally could finger me. I couldn’t help but moan at this. “Ohhh we are gonna have fun faggot. You snow bunnies are always the same and I love showing you the path.” He rolled me back onto my stomach and got on the bed behind me. After some shuffling I could feel his warmth close to my back and he said, “now this is gonna burn, maybe a lot - but I promise you’re going to love this baby girl.” Before I could respond, I felt something pushing into me and the burning pain returned to its full severe force. I lost my breath when I felt what I assumed was his cock pushing into me - it was wider than the dildo for sure and it never stopped pushing. I felt some resistance finally but he quickly slid deeper, “that’s right sissy, you’re doing great.” He started kissing my neck as I felt his pelvis push again my ass going all the way. I felt my leg start to shake and I lost control just moaned and he said, “that’s an orgasm sissy, the only way you’ll ever be able to cum once we lock your pathetic dick away. You’ll never Jack off again, you’ll never want to.” I had flashes of the video I had just watched and gave into him. He felt me relax more and he began to pull out of me, when he popped out - he returned full force all the way. He slowly fucked me this way for what seemed forever - I had never stopped shaking I think. “Hey faggot, umm nut in you and I want to see your face as I do. We moved around and I was now in missionary looking straight at this man. He was much older than Mikel, he could have been my fathers age. He wasn’t fit muscular, he was rather large - his cock was massive. It wasn’t the thickness of Mikels but it was obviously much longer. As I stared at it, he said “yup sissy, that’s what you were able to take and right now you’re gonna take it again.” He lifted my legs and my legs were over his shoulders as he folded me in half. “This is always my favorite part sissy.” He entered me and began his advance inside. He paused briefly at what seemed the deepest he could go and he leaned into my ear, “this is what makes the difference between a faggot and a sissy.” I could only embrace him as he began to kiss me forcefully and pushed past that deeper, internal barrier causing my legs to start shaking again. He pound that barrier until he nut past it. Upon completion he began to finger the hole my penis retreated into and quickly found that I had actually cum from the rough fuck. We heard a knock and on walked Mikel as the older man got off the bed. “Damn Mikel, did you find the cage?” “Yes I did, and it’s even smaller than I imagined - it’ll fit him perfect don’t you think?” Mikel approached and I felt him grab my package, it felt as though he was putting a cock ring on me but then I felt pressure over my inward penis. When I looked down, I smiled and Mikel announced, “sissy boys always decide they like this.” Now caged and locked, Mikel stood next to his friend. “This is how this works faggot, we want you as our sissy. You’ll keep up the sexual favors, deepen our fantasy and stretch your hole. We wanna see you become a girl, we’ve done this before but not with someone so young and nearly as sexy you are. We are going to help you. This cage here, never comes off. You’ll never use it again for pleasure and you’re going to find different ways to masturbaye. Now go into your sisters room, find a crop top, a skimpy skirt, some cute shoes and a wig. I have another friend that wants to meet you.” As I went back into my parents room, now completely feminine I just stood as Mikel and the old man just smiled at me. I took that as approval and stepped towards them, Mikel reached out and embraced me pulled my ass towards him. I felt the skirt lift and he said, “you look perfect girl.” The older man reached down to my ass too and felt his fingers slide in - “you actually could pass as a bitch. Now let’s go pay him a visit.” It wasn’t until I was in the old man’s car for 20 minutes that I realized what had happen. I let this jock just completely shatter my masculinity and this older man, although sexy as fuck, fuck my ass like I was his girlfriend. We came to a stop on a dark city block and both Mikel and Jordan (the old black bear hunk) turned back towards me. “How’s that chastity cage feeling around that lacking penis feel faggot?” Jordan asked. “It feels… comfortable? It feels right, Sir.” “That’s a good girl faggot. Here’s what’s up, this is our drug dealers house - we pay him in sissies and he gives us not only drugs for us but to find more sissies. You wanna help us right? Black New World Order right snowbunny?” I couldn’t immediately respond, he was right - I wanted more white guys to experience this. I’ve dreamed of this since I saw my first porno with a white guy getting fucked by big black men. “I do want to help turn more white sissies. I’ll do what I need to help you guys do that.” “Good then,” Jordan responded “get out the car I’ve got something for you. As we got out I noticed a needless syringe in Jordan hand. He asked me bend over the car and as I did I felt his fingers enter me for a brief moment, then I felt the hard plastic of the syringe. From across the car Mikel looked at me sternly and said, “you’re so broken sissy, that’s a mixture of a double dose or molly and wayyy more meth than I’ve given you all night. Jamal is gonna make you love him and we are gonna love having you in the future as our escape from the girlfriends. I moaned in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the warm contents push inside me. As Jordan pulled out, I squeezed as to loose and fluid and he promptly had a cool hard and wide object against my hole. “This plug will keep everything in and help you adjust to Jamal’s size - he’s gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll feel it in your weak white sissy brain.” The plug was big, probably as wide as I remember Mikel being. As it settled in, I turned and kissed Jordan. “Thank you guys, I’ve been dreaming of being a girl and I’ve never been happier - I get to he two big black guys girl? Now they’re introducing me to their friend and I’m dressed like this - you guys really make me comfortable.” They both laughed and began walking towards the entrance of the building. Jamal was average height, just a few inches taller than me. He smiled and said to his 2 friends, “oh she’s beautiful, I’m in love already.” I simply blushed as Jamal took me by the arm and lead me into a bedroom. That night, he took me beyond any pleasure I could have imagined. I don’t remember much but what I do remember, is the sure ecstasy I felt being his girlfriend for the night. When we were done, he told me to leave and to find Mikel and Jordan. I remember them bringing me home that morning, it was already really sunny out and I noticed it was already 11 am. When we arrived at my house, my freakishly big neighbor - who went to college with my dad and hung out with us often was outside. I didn’t even think about the fact that I was still in a wig and my sisters clothing. We got inside and Jordan told me to swallow a pill to help me sleep. Mikel took my phone and a hypnotic voice started to play. “This hypno will help you process last night and make you very happy and to desire to be a girl for more men,” Mikel said. “Don’t sleep until it’s over.” I remember falling asleep with the buttplug still inside me and the hypnotic voice still playing. I slept in the family room couch still in my wig, skirt and skimpy crop top. My long thigh high socks were still all the way up, I’m sure from behind I would never passed as a man. As I become more awake I felt pressure at my pussy. I moaned and adjusted and the pressure lessened then after a moment started again. My plug was fucking me? I heard a voice, “only cum from anal, stay caged - be a good faggot for alpha men.” The hypno was still playing but was no longer the sissy and transformational hypno as Mikel started. The pressure continued until a deep moan from me broke me from my trance and I woke up. As I opened my eyes and turned my head, I felt sure horro as my dads college buddy, my neighbor - who was a giant not just in height but large bodied as well. Was on his knees looking right at me right next me. I scrambled and bright my knees to my chest pulling away and cowering into the corner of the couch. “Hey Josh, I never would have guessed you to be a faggot let alone a cross dresser.” I blushed and I said, “please Mr Tre, im not sure what’s going on…” Mr Tre just smiled and very calmly said, “I think I know, you’re confused boy. I saw the friends you were dropped off with - they practically carried you inside. I thought it was your sister they were dropping off but when I went to water your plants for your father, I saw you through the window.” I felt embarrassed and just wanted to cry. “It’s okay Joshy, you’re young and want to experiment - I’ve fucked a few faggot even in my time in college. It’s not cheating on my wife I always said, especially since I don’t sleep with other women,” he said with a big smile. I felt better him saying that until he looked down and noticed my skimpy skirt had slid up revealing my caged penis. His smile grew and he continued, “now that makes me happy to see Joshy, who has your fuckin keys?” I froze and stared into his eyes. He got closer and sternly said to me, “I bet those black guys put you up to this - they got you to try it and left you locked. You’ll soon love it.” I could only say back, “yes they took the keys..” Mr Tre stood and I could obviously see he was very big under his belt, “I don’t fuck other women, but I could use a fag boy. My wife leaves in a few hours to see her friends. Why don’t I come back later and pay you a visit Joshy? I’ll show you something new you’ll love.” “Okay Mr Tre, I’ll be ready.” After Mr Tre left, I walked up stairs. I passed my parents room and figured since this all started there - I should make sure it’s cleaned up. I was adjusting the blankets when I notice a baggie, it was full of this white powder and rocks - it was whatever I had seen them fingering me with at Jamal’s. My heart raced and seeing the room put back together I rushed to my room. I undressed and showered, I even tried douching like Mikel showed me the day before. I was horny again and I noticed my cage, my penis was trying to grow outwards but it was confined inside me, under my cage which pushed my not existent penis inside of me. I began to feel around my hole, reminiscing on last night feeling a desire to be a girl again. I out my headphones on began to look for porn, I immediately opened ky safari to see the hypno Mikel played for me - “become a good girl for the BNWO.” I hit play and became lost in the video. It told me find my lUbe and toys and to follow along. I got my moms large black dildo and thought about the powdery dry lUbe they used on me last night. I poured lUbe on my toy and then the dry lUbe on the top remembering the burn it gave me and regretting that I had spilt more than I wanted onto the toy. I followed the videos instructions and got to my knees straddling the big toy. As I went down on it, I felt scratching and the burning begin. I pulled out and the video almost immediately said, “now go back in, this time deeper.” As I reentered I slide as far as I could only to feel more burning but this time deeper. I continued to ride the toy getting lost into trance when I heard my bedroom door open - standing there was my neighbor in a tank top and shorts. He had to duck his head to enter my room - with a huge smile. “Maybe you are meant to be a little sissy slut but right now, you’re gonna be my boy. Okay, boy?” “Yes Sir” I moaned still riding the dildo slowly. “Listen fag boy, you’re gonna call me daddy from now on and I’m gonna show you how to open up to a real man.” “Yes daddy” “Keep riding that toy while you get me hard.” On my knees I had to stand tall and off the toy just to reach his crotch. I moaned as the toy slipped out and he looked down next to me, “is that meth faggot in that bag? Is that what you’ve been doing!?” I looked him and told him it was dry warming lUbe that my friends left here. “You’re one stupid faggot boy. They caged you, made you crossdress, and got you spun? Looks like you’re gonna spinning tonight too.” He reached down and lifted me to toss me on the bed. He grabbed the bag and sat at the head of my bed. He brought his legs up now sitting up against the headboard with his shorts and underwear off. His member was growing now and he smiled that I noticed. “Come give daddy head and give me that ass, I wanna make you feel good.” I went to his side and bent down to swallow his meet. I heard him shuffle in the small baggie and then felt his hands on my freshly toyed hole. I moaned as I felt pressure and the familiar burn - “this drug I’ve seen turn masculine jocks into cockworshipping brainless faggots - I guess if you wanna embrace the bnwo too that works but wait until I show you something that’ll changed your world.” He pushed more i fingers inside me and I could only moan as he grabbed my head forcing his cock into my throat. He wasn’t nearly as big as Jamal but would definitely fit in with the groups sizes. I felt more and intense burning from his fingers when told me to get up and flat. He stood and got on to of me, straddling me with me on my stomach. He started fingering me again and the intensity of burning picked up again, “damn I’m not sure how much I should be fingering into you, guess we will see if I put too much. Let’s get some hypno going in you ears again boy.” “Yes daddy” I replied as I reached for my phone and headphones. He instructed me which to play and I started it. He continued to finger me with his two fingers as the video started. Following the instructions I moaned, relaxed, arched my back and said “please take my hole Daddy.” Mr Tre feeling the boys relaxation began to push deeper adding a third and forth finger. He grabbed the baggie and took out the largest rock he had been saving for this, “this fag is gonna break tonight, damn my buddy’s son is gonna ride my fist tonight” he thought to himself. He lubed the boys toy and put the rock at his entrance, slowing pushing deep with the toy. The boy wiggled under his weight only to arch more and allow passage into his second hole - his fag hole Mr Tre thought. As the video slowed down, flashing words displayed on the screen. Give it up. Be a good fag. Let him in. Let him change you. Let him fist you. I moaned and felt increasing pressure from Mr Tre, he was gonna fist me. I did my best to arch more and I felt him stretch me - I felt like I was going to tear open when he stopped, the video ended, and pulled out. “So boy, what you think?” I was flushed, I wanted more - I wanted him inside me. “You gonna be a faggot for me or do you still wanna be a girl?” “Daddy… I really enjoyed being those guys girl…” “that’s okay Joshy, I know. I’ve seen it in you since I met, you were born a girl. You wanna keep playing with daddy tho? I don’t fuck girls but I know a thing or two.” “I want to keep playing but daddy… will you fist me?” “Boy, you’ll never be satisfied and with that cage on - you’ll forever be craving more now. You sure iou want daddy to ruin your pussy girl?” I could help but gasp and just look at daddy. He was huge, a true alpha man. My pussy throbbed for something more and my instincts took over as I rolled back over presenting my pussu to daddy. “That’s what i thought girl, nothing is going to stretch you again like this - your pussy is ruined.” I heard the baggie and he announced, “hey is this molly?” I only moaned because I promptly felt him pushing into me. 2 fingers quickly became 4 and he started using both hands. Soon he was pulling my ass apart and pushing deep. I was lost in the feelings as I felt one hand leave and a wider hand return. “Alright girl, ready to give daddy that pussy?” “Yes daddy,” I moaned. When his whole hand slipped in I couldn’t help but nearly scream. He held me down and with his hand still inside, he laid on top of me. “That’s such a good faggot, you really are meant to be someone’s girlfriend. Imma help you, next week from my clinic I’ll start bringing you some hormones, soon you’ll grow some nice little titties and give you that sexy girl shape to your hips.” I could only moan as he moved around his hand inside me. I was in a trance now, feeling the overwhelming pleasure and increasing pressure within myself. “Yes daddy, please make me more girly” I screamed and he began to push deeper. “Fuck yeah Joshy, you’re so sexy.” Mr Tre moaned in my ear. “Athletic jock boy turned into fisted girly sissy - who knew. You’re gonna make your black friends very happy huh girl? You don’t even want you keys back, you wanna be locked forever??” “Yes daddyyyy…” “I’ll tell you what, I can castrate you, my clinic will do it and I’ll pay for it. But you have to promise to me you’ll let me in this ass and often.” “Please daddy, make your girl.” At that moment I felt a deep horniness and Mr Tre’s hand slipped deeper inside me. “See baby girl, my hand just entered your inner hole - I knew you’d give it up. You’re meant to be a sissy girl, imma dress you up and buy you toys. You wanna be my girlfriend? You’re way sexier now that I own your pussy. I might just leave my wife for your sexy ass…”1 point
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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 lust1 point
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Being into homeless, junkies or overall rugged guys. I used to be into the pretty boys, full of muscles and cute smiles. But my pig brain won and now I'm fully into my pig desires.1 point
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There aren’t a lot of positions in which a bottom gets a good look at a Top’s feet, unless he’s riding, facing them. With someone like that, I’d be expecting any moment for him to reach down and start “This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home.” And that would be the end of that.1 point
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I like that position too, eye contact is important1 point
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Keep going this story is hot! maybe Greg and two brothers slam and go wild1 point
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Thank you, fuck this story keeps getting hotter and hotter. Can’t wait to hear more about Jeremy!1 point
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Love to fuck a hole filled with piss. It creates a different feeling of friction too I found. [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/breeding-pissing/1 point
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I’ll be going to the Berlin (Aug 12) market as a bb mare 😈 It’s been on my bucket list for a while and I can’t wait! I’m keeping my expectations in check though, as I have heard mixed reviews. I’m just going in with an open mind and a willing hole!1 point
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And it’s done folks! Just got back home from the salon now. The process was literally 100% less painful than for my nips and I don’t even feel it now, 30 minutes after having it done. The piercer talked me through the process very professionally (I admit, I was very nervous) and everything went. Now it’s nicely wrapped, I’ll show it when I’m able to!1 point
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Celebrated a friend’s birthday in the city, it was supposed to be a low key evening at a restaurant… turned out to take a friend to the sauna for the first time. Cruising sauna with a friend is a little less fun when they’re shy and not aware of the conventions. After an hour of walking aimlessly and past a pretty solid selection of guys, I lose my patience and go hit up the 20 something buff South American. Smooth head to toe with biceps your hands couldn’t cup over, he’s a top only but I’m drunk and in my popper element. 9inches, thick and opens me up. Slams in deeper, a few rest breaks and 30 minutes of fucking he drops a big load in my ass. Thanks me with a smirk and heads out, I head back out with his load running down my legs 😈1 point
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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 30.1 point
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Squirt or Scruff Did I come upon him on Squirt of Scruff? He’s a scruffy kind of guy. The kind of ‘bad boy’ I’ve always felt an undeniable attraction to. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the fear they instil in me. Maybe it’s that they are so opposite to the passive shy image I have of myself. I don’t know. All I do know is that they are like a magnet with this incredible force drawing me to them. Unlike me they smoke, and drink, they curse and have a devilish twinkle in their eyes. They are likely wearing a work boot, tight ripped jeans, a wife beater t-shirt, or a denim button down with at least four buttons open exposing at hairy chest. Better still the shirt is totally unbuttoned, or even better still again they are not wearing a shirt at all. I’m ready to cum in my pants if he’s wearing no shirt and a chest harness. Everything about him says ‘bad boy’. But back to this particular hookup, my first with a guy actually. I can’t explain why I clicked on the pictureless profile. But with 20/20 vision of hindsight, I’m so glad I did. This first man on man sex would set me on a path of wild, carefree sex beyond my wildest imaginings. So, you have probably guessed. I was in a straight marriage, in fact to a very nice woman. We had a good life together and two very nice kids. Everything about our lives was nice and pedestrian. I had a pedestrian job as an accountant, we took pedestrian vacations. I drove a pedestrian mini van. I tried to tell myself everything was ok, but deep inside I sensed I was craving more. More what? I had no idea. Just more. This inner ache came out at beer time after our ball games. There were two scruffy guys on the team. Jake was blond and I just wanted to run my fingers through the dusting of soft sand coloured hair that lightly covered his chest. Yes, he always had at least 4 buttons undone and the most delicious looking dark nipples peaking out. Frank was tall, big framed, heavy set, even paunchy and hairy. Very hairy! He always wore t-shirts that he had cut down to a deep v neck and removed any sleaves cutting the entire side deep, almost to his waist. A forest of thick dark hair covered the back of his hands, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, even his back. Maybe he was more gorilla than man. Jake was beautifully muscled and boasted about his daily gym workouts. He assured us this was the best place to meet and hookup with fit available women. Frank was married to a woman and loved to boast of his many sexual conquests. Cheating turned him on upping his ‘bad boy’ cache in my secret desires. I knew I was supposed to be disgusted by their shenanigans, but in truth I was jealous. Secretly jealous and deeply confused. Why was I so attracted to these scruffy men as a heterosexual monogamous man? I hadn’t even heard of hook-up apps until I heard these two sex fiends talk about how great they are for lining up casual sex with strangers. When I checked out Squirt I saw it was mostly men looking for men. The videos really got me hard. Now I was really confused and began checking out gay pron. That’s where I saw an add for scruff. I soon added it to my phone, how could I not with my secret attraction to scruffy men. So back to the pictureless profile I just happened to open on one of those two apps. 34 year old partnered gay man. Words that stood out in his profile; otter, smoker, whisky hound, NSA, top, hung and thick, cheater, raw, bb, water sports, wild never mild, into older and straight. I sent my first ever chat; “Hi” His response; “Hi fucker, nice hairy chest.” That’s the only picture I had posted, faceless of course.. Me, “Thanks” Him, “Welcome. Not much in your profile, what cha lookin for?” Me, “I’m new to this. What would you like to show me?” Him, “How new? You a virgin or something?” Me; “Virgin to man on man.” Him; “Fuckin A, so you’re ready for me to fuck your virgin hole.” (it definitely was not a question) Me; “Um … not sure? Probably not, maybe just a blow job?” He didn’t respond. I waited a full two minutes that felt like twenty and added; “Fuck it … maybe more?” Him; “Meet me at Brown’s woods in a half hour.” Me; “My wife and kids are away; I suppose I could.” Him; “Park at the second line parking lot.” As I drove to the woods I thought ‘I must be crazy. I have no idea what I’m getting into with this ‘bad boy’. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like other than he’s an otter. And it’s dark, fuck me. Damn, that’s what he wants to do to me.’ But did I turn around and go home with my tail between my legs? Not on your life! I had the biggest hardon ever. There were seven cars in the unlit lot. I parked and jumped out before I lost my nerve. A lighter flashed and I could see a man leaning against a tree by a trail. I cautiously moved toward him. As I got closer, I could see one hand nursing the cigarette the other hand rubbing the bulge at his crotch. When I got close enough his crotch hand reached up and pulled in my head to his face. He planted a deep long smoky breath on my mouth which instinctively opened in my surprise. His tongue claimed me, and I could feel myself becoming putty in his hands. All I could think was, ‘I know I’ll give him whatever he wants.’ By now his free hand was working its way down the back of my shorts and a finger was checking my hole. When he ended the kiss, he proceeded to take my hand and pull me twenty feet or so into the woods. When we stopped he complained; ”Well what are you waiting for, it won’t suck itself.” “Um… Um… Umm …” “What is it boy, cat got your fuckin tongue!” “Um … I … I thought maybe you’d … blow me?” I stammered. “Well, you thunk wrong buddy! You’ll need to get my monster as hard and wet as you can.” He was already opening and dropping his ratty jeans. His semi hard nine inch man meat fell out as he pushed me down to my knees. “Um ,,, awe … I’ve …. I’ve never done this.” “Yeah, we’ve already established that, just open your God damn mouth, shut the fuck up and put this beauty in … no teeth now, you hear me?” His uncut cock smelled of piss and sweat, his skin reeked of cigarette smoke. I was instantly intoxicated and sucked his magnum in like a lolly pop. “See, you’re a natural.” He proceeded to face fuck me pushing more deeply into my throat with each stroke. He just kept going deeper when I gagged. Just when I thought I would black out he released my head. As I struggled to regain my breath, he pulled me up, turned me around and bent me against a tree. Next thing I knew my shorts were at my knees. He spat on my ass and his tongue pushing his spit in my hole. I gasped; “Holy fuck!” His raspy voice responded; “That’s exactly what I’m going to do … fuck your virgin ass, turn you into the slut you know you are.” And with those words he plunged into me balls deep. Needless to say I screamed. The pain was unbelievable, I still don’t know why I didn’t pass out. “Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot to start with these.” He laughed as he placed a little open bottle under my nose. “Inhale deep fucker!” When I didn’t, he pulled out and plunged in again. I gasped and inhaled a huge amount of the strange fumes. My body got very warm, my brain swam, and my ass loosened up. The pain had disappeared and I was loving the feeling of a baseball bat probing my hole. Every time he would pull back I would long for the full feeling again. Deeper, deeper was the unspoken chant in my head. That’s when I noticed a mouth on my cock. My screams must have attracted guys from the other cars. One guy was giving me a blow job better than anything my cock had ever experienced. Three more guys were standing around masturbating their various sized hard ons. One stepped forward and reached between my legs, “Yup, this cum sluts taking it raw!” This brought grunts of approval from the crowd. My fucker said. “Yup. And I just claimed his virgin cherry. What do you guys want me to do to this faggot?!” “Breed his virgin ass!” They chimed in. “NO, don’t” I cried All this time the mouth had been working my cock into a frenzy and I could no longer hold back my churning balls. I was having the most awesome climax and he just gulped down blast after blast of my cum. My ass contractions brought the ‘bad boy’ over the edge and I felt this strangers load painting my intestines. ‘What the fuck did I just allow!’ screamed in my mind. Bad boy pulled out and was immediately replaced by a smaller cock. This guy lasted about three strokes before filling me with his cum. He too was quickly replaced and this guy fuck toyed my no longer virgin ass for about ten minutes. He plunged in deep, leaned in hard and whispered in my ear. “You ready for my load slut?” “No, please don’t” I whimpered. “Too late, I already gave you your third anonymous load tonight. My buddies is next.” “No, please no”, but I made no attempt to move as buddies ten inch pole drilled into me. Once he bottomed out the assault on my prostate was relentless. I was soon having a hands-free orgasm and only then realized the sucker had not moved. The first blast hit him in the face, the next three were down his throat. After another five minutes this top also leaned into my ear, “I’m close bud. Where do you want my load?” “On my back, please, pull out!” “Fuck you ass hole! You took the other three … argh …. Fuucckkkk … breedin your hole slut!” I couldn’t feel the shots but knew from his body convulsions that he was true to his word. As he pulled out and stepped away the sucker rose in front of me and lifted me, so we were face to face. I heard his soft voice; “Sweet cum, thanks. I haven’t cum yet. Do you want mine in your mouth or your ass?” “Fuck man, may as well make it five for five.” I couldn’t believe how bold my voice sounded. He had a long pencil thin cock that worked my vulnerable hole the longest of any of the guys. Everyone else had left before he bred my hairy sloppy hole. He collapsed on my back breathing heavy for the longest time. “So were you really a virgin when you arrived here tonight?” “Um, to man on man sex …. Yeah.” “So who was that guy that stole your cherry?” “I don’t know. I just met him on Squirt or Scruff, Um, I really don’t remember which … but earlier tonight.” “Your first man on man sex and you seriously let five strangers fuck and breed you in the woods in the dark. Are you fuckin crazy?” “Yeah … I think I must be.” “So, do you think you’ll ever do this again?” “Fuck yeah man, asap.” “Well, I sure hope I’m there to suck down your loads as they pump you full of stranger jizz.” “So do I. Thanks bud.” When I got back to the parking lot most of the cars had left. Bad boy was leaning against my driver door smoking. The moon had popped out from behind a cloud and I got my first look at him. He was tall, slim and black, wearing the ‘bad boy’ stile including shirtless and chest harness. I leaned in to receive his smokey kiss. “Give me your phone faggot slut.” Was I crazy? I didn’t even hesitate. He added his name “Dill’ to my contacts and typed in his number. “Call that in three days.” Again, he kissed me and a finger found and pushed in my sloppy hole. The finger was removed from my ass and forced into my mouth. “Suck fagot!” I had never tasted anything like it before and I instantly loved the flavour. To be continued … stay tuned to see if bad boys Jake and Frank might not be quite so straight as their stories.1 point
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me i prefer spontaneous sluttiness not having be be prepared like a boy scout i prefer gettin a dick sloppy wet w my mouth before bending over i love gettin my hole eaten out and slobbered over and if the vibe is right, i prefer a hot top to force fuck me in a sorta cnc way1 point
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For me being a str8 lad but only realising my craving for cock in the military when in the showers id get turned on, but I was straight! Apparently not. I never used condoms with girls and when I left the military I thought tike to explore and my gay encounters began. Being very nervous at first and still am to some degree, id watched hot sleazy gay raw porn which had me wild and I remember my first hook up who fed me poppers and fucked me bare, I was in heaven the feel of it and when he shot his load in me I knew it was what I wanted and I haven't looked back!. I'm a neg guy who loves to get my tight arse bred and I love to fuck a hot hole bare. Condoms to me are a passion killer and I'd never use a condom again. It's raw and law every time. Now for a next load in me ... 😈🐽1 point
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It was late. I was horny. Way too common to joke about. I thought about watching some porn, but I knew that I needed the real thing to be able to go to sleep. So I grabbed my phone and logged into the apps. I scrolled through some profiles, sending Woofs, Smiles, Taps. Whatever that particular app called for. After a few minutes, I got a message notification. It was a simple “Hello.” I looked through his profile. Nice torso pic. Hot bulge pic. Couldn’t host, needed to travel. Top. Two miles away. “Hey, how are you?” I replied. I think it is odd that we play this dance on hook up apps. We are there to get laid. I don’t really care how he is, but I play by the unwritten rules. His response broke the rules. Refreshing. “Hey man, I am really horny. I haven’t had sex in a while. Been too busy to jerk off too. I like your profile and pics. I need to travel. But I don’t have time for a lot of back and forth emails. What do you think?” What the hell. I am horny. He is horny. His pics are hot. His stats are good. “Yeah, let’s meet. I can host. Bottom here.” I send him my address. After a short wait, he says that he can be there in 15 minutes. Great. I put on my normal hook-up attire, a pair of tight gym shorts, no underwear, tshirt. I have somewhat of a bubble butt and I show a decent bulge. Might as well show off what I have. The doorbell rings and I open the door. I am somewhat surprised at how good looking he is. Classically handsome. Some well manicured scruff. Great smile. His tshirt is straining against his pecs and biceps. And his shorts are showing a bigger bulge than his pics showed. I invite him in and we kiss as soon as the door is closed. Once we break the kiss, I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. We start kissing again as we take each other’s clothes off, breaking the kiss only to lift our shirts over our heads. He gently pushes me backwards onto the bed. He crawls between my legs (yes, I have my knees bent to give non-verbal permission to access my hole). We kiss for a few minutes while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. He then whispers in my ear to roll over and he lifts his weight off me just enough so that I can move. Once I settle on my stomach, he reaches over to the nightstand to get some lube. I hear him greasing up his dick. I think to myself, Wow, he really is horny and not wasting any time. He didn’t ask for a condom. I am on PrEP and don’t normally ask a guy to use a condom either. He is greasing his dick with his left hand. He braces himself on his right hand which is just above my shoulder. He leans forward as he lines up his dick with my hole. Just as he pops inside, he whispers in my ear, “I’m poz.” But he doesn’t stop entering me. He pushes in a few inches. “Are you undetectable?” “Nope” He pushes in a little more. My hole is not cooperating. It should be trying to push him out. “Wait! Are you….toxic?” “Yes, I am.” My mind races. This is kind of why I take PrEP. Just in case I have sex with a poz guy who for whatever reason isn’t undetectable. But do I want to have sex with a guy who knows he is toxic? I feel him push a little and bottoms out. I moan in pleasure. Damn! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. I should tell him to pull out so that I can find a condom. He starts to pull his dick back out, but stops when just the tip is still inside. “By the way, my strains are Truvada resistant.” And with that, he slams back inside me. I want to protest, but the piston action of his dick takes over my mind. I hear myself moan in pleasure. I feel my hole completely relax and let him in as deep as possible. I am lost in lust. He fucks me like that for a few minutes. The more he fucks me, the hornier I get. He pulls out and tells me get on my back. I roll over and put my legs on his shoulders. He aligns his dick and goes back inside me. He is standing on his knees, fucking me hard. “You know you want it. I want you to look at me. Tell me you want my load. Beg me for it.” I couldn’t resist. “Yes! Please yes. Breed me. I need your cum deep inside my hole.” “No! You know what to beg for. You PrEP whores are all the same. Bugchasers at heart. Beg!” “Please! Shoot your toxic load inside me. Get me pregnant. Breed me with your toxic cum. Make me poz. I want your seed.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. Even more, I couldn’t believe that I meant it. And with that, he let out a loud growl and thrust his dick deep inside. I could tell he was cumming. Pulse after pulse, he was delivering his seed. His DNA. His HIV. I came. I hadn’t touched my dick at all. Normally, I stay soft when I get fucked. But I was rock hard. My cum shot across my chest, all the way up to my neck. It was a huge load. We both finally started to come down from our fuck high. He looked at the cum on my chest and smiled. “I knew you wanted it.” He stayed inside me and leaned over to kiss me. I felt connected to him. It was weird. He breaks the kiss and pulls out of my hole. He gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear him open the medicine cabinet, but it doesn’t register with me. I am still floating a little from a great fuck. He gets back in bed and I feel something enter me again. “This will help. I got your toothbrush out of your bathroom.” I reach down, grab the back of my knees, and pull them to my chest. He has full access. He brushes my hole for a while, then stops, leaving my toothbrush sticking out of my ass. “Here’s what is going to happen. I am your poz daddy now. I will breed you until you get poz test results. I need a poz bottom to whore out. I have some tops that want to get infected but don’t want to bottom. Total tops. They will fuck you until they get what they want. Of course, meds are not an option for you.” “Yes Sir. I understand.” I can't believe that I had transformed that quickly. And that easily. He pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and tickled my opening with his finger. “I really hadn’t shot a load in a few days. You got a lot.” I smiled. He laid down beside me and I cuddled up to him. We both drifted off to sleep.1 point
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My experience has been that GH action usually starts with Oral (me receiving - as a pure top, I never reciprocate!) and that sometimes that's as far as it looks like it is going to go ... so I start pumping the bottoms mouth, usually a fair few thrusts ... but then ease back and let the bottom interpret the signal. If the bottom returns to sucking, then I’ll pump again … and when I realise that all I am going to get is oral, I’ll leave. But I find that in the majority (maybe 60%) of cases, the bottom knows I’m up for fucking and I’ve found quite rarely without a condom (BB very strongly preferred). The best experience of course if bottoms that have already been fucked and just ease straight back onto my cock … but sometimes you can feel them lubing up your cock to slide onto it. Either way, there’s plenty of BB topping to be had and I love the way many geeky/not confident guys (at least, that’s how they come across in the sauna/sex club) will turn into total raw bottom sluts when no one is looking!1 point
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