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Dale leaned down and softly kissed Brock's neck as his poison-tipped member found his nephew's hole and pushed against his virgin sphincter. The pressure evoked waves of anticipation and pleasure that rippled through Brock's body. Instinctively, the teen pushed a little, relaxing his hole just enough that his uncle could push inside. The precum-slick head of Dale's lethal organ sat just inside his nephew. To Brock, his uncle's cut head felt like a molten ball of metal, radiating warmth to his whole body. Brock inhaled sharply at the sudden fullness he felt. Dale had done a great job opening up his hole, because Brock didn't feel much pain. Just very full. That changed as Dale began working more of his dick into Brock's guts. "Oh fuck, uncle Dale!" Brock moaned as his hole stretched around his uncle's circumcised head and thick shaft. Dale's hairy, athletic body loomed over Brock's taller, broader, more muscular frame. Brock clenched the mattress as he adjusted to the invasion of his body. Brock had experimented a little with his own hole, mostly fingering himself while jerking off or in the shower. His uncle's member took that pleasure to a level Brock had never fathomed. Brock found himself subconsciously reaching down to spread his cheeks to allow his kin deeper inside him. "Eager. I like that," Dale growled into his nephew's ear. He began slowly thrusting into his nephew's tight hole. The generous amounts of virus-laden precum definitely helped, but nothing could fully prepare his nephew's hole. "You've never been fucked before, have you?" Dale asked slightly incredulously. It took Brock a second to realize he'd been asked a question. "You're going to be pozzed on your first fuck." The significance of being converted by his first fuck was not lost on Brock. In fact, it was one of the things he was most eager about. His own uncut cock was streaming precum. Neg precum. His uncle was slowly and deliberately thrusting into Brock's hole until he met resistance. Every thrust was a cacophony of conflicting sensations. First pleasure as his uncle's fat mushroom head hit his prostate, which quickly collided with the electric jolt as it met resistance. Dale continued working against that pressure slowly. Agonizingly. Each thrust pushed a new pulse of precum from Brock's own sizeable member. Brock tasted his precum a few times, but avoided touching his dick much. He knew he would explode instantly if he did. "Stay right here, kiddo. You're going to love the next part." Dale slid slowly out of Brock's hole. The sudden feeling of emptiness left Brock longing for more. Dale fished a brown bottle out of the pocket of his jeans before stripping them off and tossing them next to the tripod. "Roll over," Dale ordered and Brock obeyed, now prone on the futon, Dale stood over Brock's head, venomous precum streaming from the head of his dick. That precum was already coating Brock's guts, its viral payload making its way into his bloodstream. Dale shook the brown bottle a couple times. He uncapped it and held it under his nephew's nose, helping him breathe deep through each nostril in turn. Brock felt light headed briefly before the feeling spread out of his head to the rest of his body. His skin felt like it had been charged with electricity. Waves of arousal and pleasure that Brock usually felt when he had a raging erection were pulsing from his hole. His hole that he was becoming increasingly aware was empty. Some feral part of his brain was telling him he needed that void filled again. Dale recognized the primal need in his nephew's shifting body language. He returned to the futon and easily slid his member back inside. Brock grunted as the feeling of deep resistance returned. Dale helped him dose from the bottle of poppers again before taking a generous dose himself. Then he pushed. Brock felt his whole body relax as the second dose of poppers permeated his body and his uncle's dick slid through the resistance, finding its way to the deepest parts of Brock. Brock was speechless. He was damn near breathless. Dale began thrusting again. Still slow and deliberate, but this time with an amount of force that Brock met eagerly by bucking his meaty ass to meet each push. "Fuck yes, kiddo," Dale encouraged his nephew. "Your hole feels so fucking good." Brock could only moan in response, but Dale got the impression he was enjoying himself. "I'm not going to last much longer this deep inside you, bud," Dale conceded. "Are you ready for my toxic seed? There's no turning back if I keep going. I won't pull out." A glimpse of clarity broke through the haze of the poppers. "Fucking POZ ME, uncle Dale. I need your toxic load in me." Dale picked up the tempo of his thrusts. Despite not having touched his dick, Brock felt his own orgasm building as his uncle's dick massaged his prostate with each thrust. "You ready, bud? You ready to join my fuck club?" "Please POZ me. I need you to POZ me," Brock pleaded with his uncle. Brock could feel Dale's dick begin to swell inside him. His uncle drove his toxic sting as deep as he could. Something between a moan and a scream escaped him as his dick began to spasm inside the teen. And then the cum began to flow. The spasms of his uncle's dick pushed Brock over the line. He was so pent up, there was no preamble before rope after rope of thick, white jizz began blasting from his dick. He hit his own eye, he coated his torso, a couple shots shot past his head and landed on the black futon mattress. One shot missed the futon entirely, landing on the floor beyond the frame on the end. Each shot was followed by a heavy *plop*. Within a second of Brock's impressive display starting, Dale began unloading in his nephew's guts. Dale didn't bother to count how many shots of venom he pumped into Brock's vulnerable guts, but he knew it was likely a record for him. Dale slowly eased his dick out of his nephew's hole. "Be sure to clench, I'm about to pull all the way out and you want to keep as much of that in as you can." Brock could see streaks of red mixed into the froth of cum on his uncle's dick. He did as he was told and clenched. A small dribble of cum leaked out, but with how deep Dale's poisonous DNA was inside him and him being on his stomach, it wasn't going anywhere. Brock scooped up the dribble of cum and licked it off his fingers. It tasted incredible. Better than his uncle's precum. Dale crossed to the camera and turned it off then returned to help Brock sit up. He kissed his nephew deeply. And held him in a strong embrace for a while. "Most likely, you are going to get very sick in a few weeks. When you do, call me and I will come help with what happens next. Can't wait to tell Rodney I met my nephew for the first time tonight."

Part 11 Greg's ass was smooth as silk and tight as hell. The heat of his fuck chute felt great enveloping my bare cock as I slid deeper inside him. The muscles in his hole spasmed then loosened then began pulling more of my shaft into his ass. Greg had stopped moving his own cock in and out of Chad's ass and I felt him pushing back on my dick as he moaned loudly in carnal pleasure. “Aw fuck man,” I groaned out, “your ass is so damn hot! It looks fucking perfect wrapped around my cock with that jock strap hugging your asscheeks. How's that cock feel inside you stud?” I whispered as I gave him the last couple of inches. Greg turned his head to look at me, a fire of lust in his eyes. “It feels awesome man,” he groaned. “You've got me stuffed full and stretched wider than I've ever been!” He paused to catch his breath and I felt him push back against my pubes which were pressed against his muscled ass. “Fuck me man! Fuck me, please!” I pulled back a few inches and held there for a moment. “Keep fucking my little brother dude, while I fuck you. Pushing your cock harder into him every time I slam balls deep inside you!” Chad was caught up in the pigginess of the scene and reached back to spread his own asscheeks wider. “Yeah, man, do it. Fuck me while he fucks you! Ram your hard raw married cock deep inside my hole and fuck the hell out of me! Don't stop 'til you blow your cum deep up my guts!” Greg grabbed Chad's hips tighter as he resumed thrusting in and out of my little brother's partyed-up cock-hungry jock hole, burying every inch deep again and again making him and Chad both groan and spew out dirty sex-talk. I, in turn, took hold of Greg's hips and began moving in and out of him, shoving my entire length into his hole on each outstroke he made from Chad's ass. I leaned down to speak in his ear as the three of us got into a synchronized rhythm of fucking. “His ass feels good on your bare cock doesn't it man?” I asked seductively, knowing Chad could hear me too. “No way it'd feel this good if you were wearing a condom, huh?” Greg was driving deep and hard into Chad as he answered, “No. It'd never feel this good with a condom. Such a hot ass!” He withdrew his dick part-way from Chad's ass and impaled himself more on my cock that was giving him and his hole so much pleasure. “And you love having my raw cock fucking you too, don't you? My raw married cock fucking your hot married ass. You don't want me to pull out and put on a condom do you?” “No!” Greg cried out immediately. “Don't pull out man! Don't stop fucking me! Bareback my fucking ass!” Before I could say anything Chad egged us all on, saying to Greg, “Are you going to let my big brother cum in your ass dude? Do you want him to breed you like he did me while ago?” Greg growled loudly and told us both, “Fuck yes! I want you to cum in me fucker! Breed me with your cum while I breed your dirty little brother with my cum!” “Fuck yeah!” Chad and I both shouted at the same time as our fuck grew more intense. I felt Greg's body stiffen and tighten under me seconds before he cried out that he was going to cum in Chad's ass. “Fucking give it to me!” Chad coaxed him. “Give me your hot cheating married cum you dirty stud!” With one powerful final thrust into Chad's hole, Greg bellowed and began coating my little brother's ass walls with another load of married cum, adding to what I'd given him earlier. As Greg orgasmed inside Chad, his ass clenched tight around my own cock and I felt my nuts pull up ready to unload. “Here it cums, man!” I cried out. “I'm cumming! Oh fuck man, I'm cumming in you!!” and I began shooting volley after volley of seed into Greg's ass, as he begged me for every drop. After a few moments I slowly withdrew my still-hard cock from Greg's cum-filled ass then he removed his own boner from Chad's hole. His bare hard-on was covered in a combination of his and my cum loads, both of which were soaking in Chad's ass. Without a word or a moment's hesitation Chad spun around on the bed and slid his lips all the way down Greg's jizz-coated cock. “Oh fuck yeah!” Greg moaned. “Yeah baby, clean that cock for me. Get all that cum off of it.” Chad hummed softly around the dick in his mouth and I grabbed the pipe and lighter and handed them to Greg, grinning. “I'm glad you took my call and were the one who brought up the booze.” Greg blew out a thick white cloud, handing me the pipe and lighter and returned my smile. “Yeah, me too,” he said, “and like I said I'm free all night if you guys want me to stay and play some more.” Chad slid his mouth off of Greg's cock and looked at him. “For sure man we want you to stay. We can still have a lot more fun.” As I exhaled my own hit and handed the pipe and lighter to Chad, he looked intently at Greg with a greedy hunger. “Have you ever fisted an ass before, man?” he asked as he began inhaling. (to be continued??)

My first experience was with my step dad. I am the youngest of 4. My real dad died when I was a baby so when my mom met and married my step dad I had really never had a father until then. When I was 9 my mom separated and then divorced my step dad. The house was really turbulent at that time. My siblings were in high school and a handful for my mom. My step dad got a job in another state and through a series of events I was asked if I wanted to go and live with him for a while. I jumped at the chance given the chaotic state of our house at that time. He is a very warm and sweet man so I loved him early on. We ended up moving into a one bedroom apartment because he didn’t know how long I was going to stay. At first he was staying on a pull out couch the was not very comfortable. I was 9 sleeping in a queen bed so it made sense to sleep together. I now know as an adult that I was infatuated with him. He is 6’3” has always had an incredible body and carried his masculinity well. He is a back sleeper and I am a side sleeper so I would spend my mornings just watching his large masculine body sleep next to me. I was young and didn’t know anything about sex but I knew I wanted to lay next to him. He wore only boxers to bed so occasionally I would get a glimpse of his massive cock when it would fall out under his shorts or through the hole in front. The first time I touched it was by accident. Maybe it wasn’t an accident but I tell myself that. I woke up to it in my hand. I must have grabbed it in my sleep. I couldn’t let go. I loved feeling it in my hand. I looked over at my dad and he had his eyes open and was just staring at the ceiling. When he knew I was awake he looked over and connected eyes with me. I was shocked and scared. He just said….it’s ok. I didn’t let go. After that I found myself holding onto it more and more. He never pulled away or said stop. Sometimes he would get hard and I was in awe of its size and girth. He is 9.5 thick. I would just hold it and rub it. Not knowing what I was doing to him as a man. The first time he came from me touching him was shocking but I was so happy to make him happy. I had never seen cum so he had to explain what it was. I was not afraid of it at all and wanted it to happen again and again. Naturally our relationship evolved to me sucking his cock. The best I could. I loved it. When he would cum I would love it. I started to taste it and then of course eat it. We played like that for a few years until I was 13. I started to feel my body and needs change. I wanted to cuddle more and feel his body on me. We would spoon and of course I was always the little spoon. I still am at 5’5” as an adult. By then we were sleeping naked and I really liked it. He would rub his cock on my back and instinctively I knew I wanted something more. It slowly evolved to him sliding between my cheeks and rubbing until he came. I loved the feeling. Around my 13th birthday I started to get more aggressive and would grab his cock and point it at my hole when he came. I liked the warmth of his cum on my hole. Soon after I started to rub the head of his cock on my hole. Sometimes it would start to stretch my hole and I would feel him start to penetrate me. His size is so big I didn’t think it would ever fit in me. Over months we continued to play like that until he was getting more of himself inside of me. Eventually he was able to fully fit inside of me with ease. By this time puberty was really kicking in and I was aching to get bred nightly. I was also cumming hands free sometimes and loves the orgasms. This relationship evolved as i developed to become traditional. He would joke how he could not keep up with my need and would beg to take a night off. I would always find a way to have sex with him though. This went on until I went to college out of state. We are still very close but no longer have a sexual relationship. I have zero regrets.

Ive changed the names of some of the people involved, but this is my story of the first time using T I’m going back quite a few years to tell the story of my first-time using T. My name is Ed and at the time of these events I was 35 years old, 6 years out of the military, and about 5 years out of the closet. I had a tough time coming out to myself. I was brought up thinking ‘fags are weak’ and not something to be admired. I got by telling myself its OK if I’m gay if I’m a top. So, for many years I was 100% top, hunting for bottoms with my bud John, often at the gay campground I belonged to. We’d make a game of how many bottom boys we could get in our sling in a night, making fun of how fast they’d put up their legs after a few drinks. On the leather and motorcycle weekends we had the added fun of fucking the boys in the public play space the camp set up. I was a muscled motorcycle riding tattooed furry leather bear with a thick 8” cock and 2GA PA so getting attention was never a problem. Taking a break I would watch the bottom pigs, ass up in the sling blissfully taking load after load. On the screens all around there was hardcore BB porn playing showing pigs indulging in every fetish imaginable; piss play, fisting, flogging, bondage, blindfolded cumdumps being used from both ends. My friends would say how hot it was, but then smirk and say but of course no self-respecting guy would really do all that. I’d nod in agreement, but in the back of my mind I was thinking “why the hell not?” I’d fucking love to be in that kind of no limits fuck it all kind of pig pile; not worried about who might see or what they might think. I’d experimented with bottoming when I was out of town for work. I’d have some luck, but a lot of times a guy said he wanted to top but then he'd show up and want me to fuck him. I’m not exactly submissive, but I am always eager to please so sure I’d lube up and give a good pounding. In truth I was getting tired of being the on-call top. In the meantime, I practiced with toys in private at home. About this time, I found the Breeding Zone site and started reading all the hot chem sex stories. I was always very strait laced and had only rarely tried pot. At first the stories of guys getting stealth chemmed and used as a cumdump really turned me on. I don’t know how many loads I jacked off reading those stories. Later though I realized I was really turned on by the stories of guys who embraced what they were, and open eyed begged to get turned into a chemmed up fuck hole, knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into and wanting every last greased up cock they could get. Meanwhile a good friend of mine Rick was an expert fister and while he was showing me how to fist properly, he’d insist I needed to experience at least some of what I was doing to the bottom. I agreed and soon it was obvious to him that his 100% top friend liked his hole worked on. I admitted to him that not only did I like being fucked but increasingly I’d been having fantasies about being the kind of totally used fuck hole I’d read about on Breeding Zone. He said that he knew a Master in a town about an hour away who was looking for a once-a-month pig he could turn into his slave and willing fuck-toy. He was rough but sane and if I wanted, he’d pass on my contact information. I was shaken and excited and told Rick yes, if he thought I could live up to Master Tom’s demands I’d very much want to try it. About a week later I get a text saying: You Slave! I hear you need a Master to train you to serve. I replied “Yes Please Sir! I really need to know what it is to be a hole used without limits.” Good Answer! You must always call me Sir, or Master Tom, and when were together you will always be naked. The only time I ever want to hear the word no from you slave is if I ask ”do you want me to stop?” Understood? Yes Sir! This pig is eager to become a naked slave for your use Master Tom Good! I’m free for a long weekend in two weeks. Can you come by my place one evening before then? There will be no sex, I need to inspect you and make sure I’m not wasting my time. In the meantime, send me some full body pics of yourself plus dick and ass shots. Yes, Master Tom, just tell this pig when and where to be and I will comply. A date that suited Master Tom was set and on a Tuesday evening I found myself nervously knocking at his door exactly when he ordered. A tall man in dress slacks and a white shirt answered the door. He was very clean cut and looked more like a Mormon missionary than a slave master. “So, you’re the fuck hole applicant Rick sent me. He says you don’t have any experience as a slave, but you know how to follow orders and don’t whine”. Yes Sir! I want to be a good slave but… Sir Tom stopped me with a quick slap across the mouth. “Pig you will NEVER address me unless you are fucking bare assed” “Do you understand?” I was confused for a moment then quickly stripped off my Camo shorts, tank top, jock, and jump boots. Naked in his open door I dropped to my knees for good measure and said Yes Sir! Thank you for the training, Sir. He seemed pleased and pointed to the living room, get up and walk was all he said. I walked naked into his living room and falling back on my military training stood at attention. I was rock hard! He walked around me looking me over. He kicked my legs open into a wider stance so he could thoroughly check me out. Master Tom said “let’s make this clear. I want an obedient fuck hole that knows this is all about making my cock happy.” If I accept you as a slave, you will always arrive, strip completely and present yourself for inspection. Understand you leave your clothes and rights at the door. I’m a POZ Top and I only BB. I like to parTy and I want my slave to be fucked up too. You can speak normally, what do you think of being my slave. I answered Sir, I’m NEG but understand it’s a slave’s place to take any load without question, please use and breed this pig as you want. I’ve never partied Sir and I’d do anything you ordered totally sober, but yes please put whatever the fuck you want into your pig. Turn me into your shameless tweaked up slave. Good pig. For now, you will call yourself pig. We’ll see if you earn the right to be called a slave. Your first order is for Friday evening. You have way too much hair for a slave. I’ve made arrangements with a shaving Master to make some changes for me. I’ll text you his number and you will arrange for him to shave you. I’ve already told him what I want. Then you can report to me first thing Saturday morning. Is that understood Pig? Oh fuck I thought, I’ve always been a bear. Shaving seemed a big first step, but I took a deep breath and said Yes Master, the Pig will get shaved as ordered Sir. Master Tom seemed pleased; said I was to be naked but could wear my weighted ball stretcher next time we met. I was also to remember that if we chatted online, even if only text I was to be naked when we spoke. With that he told me to get dressed and go, he’d see his new property Saturday AM. After I had dressed and was about to leave Master Tom handed me a black gift-wrapped box. He said it was for his shaving buddy and I could give it to him on Friday. The next day I got a text from Master Tom with a phone number. It said “set up your shaving session and then call me pig”. OH FUCK I recognized that number. It was my buddy John who I hunted bottoms with at camp. I knew he was into shaving his boys but never thought he or anyone I knew would be involved with this exploration of mine. This was a serious shock, I tried to think of some plausible way to get shaved without going to him, but there really wasn’t anyway around it. If I wanted to be the chemmed up fuck hole I’d been fantasizing about I’d have to man up and push through it. I called John and after some beating around the bush said “I think Master Tom set up an appointment for me to get shaved this Friday.” I asked John if he’d be OK doing that with me. John was hesitant, do you really want to be this guy’s slave? Yes John, I fucking need to feel what its like to let go and be someone’s shameless hole. I’m kind of embarrassed that you’ve been pulled into this and since we’re such good friends if you don’t want to get involved, I’ll ask Sir Tom for another barber. John thought a moment and said no he always wanted to get some clippers into my fur. He asked how he could be sure I wasn’t going to back out. I thought a moment and said John, if you do this for me, I will be glad to drive to your house fucking naked and walk in your door bare assed to prove my commitment to this. John said fucking hell yea! Good for you pig, get your bare ass up here by 7pm on Friday. Do you know what your Master asked me to shave? No John, I assumed my ass and maybe cock, but I’m ready to do what I’m told so please don’t tell me. I don’t want to chicken out. I stripped and texted Master Tom telling him I’d made the appointment. He immediately called in video mode. Sir Tom looked me up and down, said good your naked pig. I’m glad you can follow orders. Yes Sir! I explained that I knew Barber master John from camp and it was difficult to open up about what I was doing, but I really want to do this. I explained that to prove to Master John that I meant business I’d begged to drive to his house naked and ready to be shaved. Master Tom said Very Good Pig, you might just earn that slave collar sooner than I thought. Since you’ll be naked anyway, I want you to pull over about 15 minutes away from John’s place on Friday and give me a call. Understood Pig? Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir! Oh and Pig make sure you’re completely cleaned out. My pigs always suck my cock clean after I fuck them, and you will be doing that clean or not. I consider it an incentive for my Pigs to be extra clean. It’s how a hole shows its respect. As a Master I may not be so careful, you’re just a hole so what do I care? Fuuuck Yes Sir! On Friday I gassed up my truck, stripped and threw all my gear into a bag. I try not to fondle myself for the 45-minute drive to John’s place in the mountains. I’m very nervous. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to expose the sub-pig side of me to my bud. I’ve worked really hard over the years on my hardcore top persona. About 15 minutes from John’s place, I pulled over and called Master Tom. Master Tom says let me see pig, and I show him I’m naked in the truck at an unused gas station. Good Pig, naked, the way you’re going to be the rest of this weekend. Tom says “you look a little nervous pig are you ready to go through with this? “ Sir, yes, pig is nervous, but it wants to obey so badly. That’s a good pig, now I need you to follow a few more orders. First get that gift I sent for John and open it. I’m puzzled but I comply. Inside I find a small box with four crystals of what I assume is T although I’ve never actually seen it for real. You know what that is pig? Sir I think it’s shards of T Sir. I didn’t know John used drugs. Sir, I have no idea if he does or not, but a compliant pig is my gift to him. Now pig lube up and shove one of those shards up your fuck hole as far as you can. I’m surprised this is how my first use of T is happening, but I push the fingernail sized shard up as deep as I can. I can feel a slight burn. The pig has been dosed Sir, thank you Master. That’s a good pig. Hmmm does pig think that’s enough? Master please, order your pig to do more please Sir! Fucking right pig, shove the rest of those shards in your hole. You need to get so fucking hungry for what’s coming. I push the other three slightly larger shards in and report, your pig has been dosed Sir! Thank you. My heart is racing but I don’t know if that’s the T or just the excitement. Sir orders me to lick my fingers clean. I comply. Master Tom says now get a move on pig you only have about 15 minutes before that starts to kick in. Yes Sir and thank you Master. As I drive to John’s my thoughts, which had been nervous and revolving around how embarrassing this was going to be started to change. I started to think about John pounding some willing boy while torturing his nipples. I thought how hot that would be if he put me in his sling. I began to wonder if John would get turned on by shaving me the way he did the boys at camp. He’d often try to BB them while they were distracted. I was getting so horned up by the thought of asking him to BB me, the way a slave is supposed to be used. I got to John’s house starting to really turn into a fucking pig. I walked in, saw John sitting on his barber chair like a throne, geared in leather chaps, vest, and cap. Without a second thought I stood before him, dropped to my knees, and said Please Master John, do whatever the fuck Master Tom wants done to me. Really? John said. Are you really ready for this? Fuck John, I’ve wanted this for so long. Make me into the fuck hole Master Tom wants, please I will do ANYTHING you want to show my gratitude. John laughs and said I’m really going to enjoy this, now start sucking my cock. I crawl forward and start chewing on his jock pouch. I can feel his huge dick start to get hard. I know from watching him using other boys that he loves his nipples worked on, so as I worship his cock through the jock I look up into his eyes and raise my hands to his nipples. He sees the question in my eyes and says yes pig, play with my nips. I begin to twist and work them as I fish his growing cock out of the side of his jock with just my mouth. I know it can grow to over 9 inches and I need that to happen. For 10 minutes or more I just deep throat his dick and play with his nips. I thought the shards had made me high, but they were just beginning to dissolve. A huge wave of lust hits me as I sigh and relax into my position, legs spreading a bit wider, feeling my hole start to take over. John slides his hand down my sweaty back toward my hole. I can’t help but moan as he explores my newly available hole. John stands, holds my face and says, you’re going to get what you want pig, shaved, marked, fucked, and sent away wet. He then grabbed a bottle of poppers held them to one nostril. Breathe deep pig, show me you want this. I filled my lungs deep. After a slow count of ten he pinched the other nostril and said Again! I filled my lungs deep with the fumes knowing the rush that was coming. After a count of ten he let me exhale, then almost as an afterthought put the bottle back up to the first nostril. That’s it pig, let’s get you intoxed real good. I huffed deep wanting to please this man that wasn’t a friend anymore. He was a fat cocked master that I needed to please and had to have him use me. After a few more hits John turned around and rested his arms on the barber chair. I needed no instructions; I buried my face in his ass and started rimming his hole like a starving dog. All I could think about as my head spun from the poppers and the T was how much I needed to please this man. I WANTED my bud to see I was a totally willing cock worshiping cum hungry hole. John’s hole was clean and tasted mildly of soap, but it suddenly hit me that I wouldn’t have stopped even if it wasn’t. I was really becoming the kind of pig I envied from the videos. I continued to eat John’s hole and suckle his balls while pulling on my own sensitive nipples. My cock had gone soft despite how horny I felt; the T dick I read about. That didn’t seem to matter because all that I could think about was getting my hungry hole used. John’s phone chimed and I heard him chuckling to someone. Yes, he’s here and just about totally in the zone. How much do you want me to take off? Really? Here you can tell the pig. John held his phone up, Master Tom was on the line. I looked at him with lust and tina crazed eyes and said simply Master! Master Tom said, “You’re flying high by now pig”. Tell John what you’ve done. I looked up at John and said “before I arrived, I begged Master Tom to let me shove four fat shards of T up my hole. I’ve never done tina before so now I’m high AF. I was nervous, but now I’m proud for you to see me spinning up into totally submissive pig begging to become a slave.” Nice Pig, so you’ve made sure you can’t resist anything I feel like doing to you. No Sir John, I gladly turned myself into a tweaked up obedient cock whore for you to see and use. Help me please Master Tom and show him I’m ready to be his completely obedient slave. Master Tom said perfect! Shave the pig head to toe. He can keep the goatee but trim it down. John said “Hear that pig? You’re getting it all shaved, chest, pits, ass, cock, legs…all of it!” OH FUCK! ….. Yes, please shave me down to a total slave state. Pig needs to be stripped down for Sir. Turn the pig into a hairless object, please. Master Tom says, “I wish I could watch but I’ve got things to do. Pig you won’t mind if John takes pictures for me while he works? “ No, Master Tom, John can take as many pictures as he wants while the pig gets modified for your use. Over the next hour or more John clippers and then razor shaves me from head to toe. I’ve had thick dark body hair since I was 17. I always loved being a bear, but now with the tina running through me I was totally desperate to get shaved down. While John shaved my head I sucked his cock. When he started on my pits I thought I was going to cum. He asked “how you feeling pig?” and I couldn’t stop thanking him for doing this. I so wanted to show him how grateful I was and at first timidly asked him if he’d like to fuck me when he was done. He heard the hesitation in my voice and said not backing out now are you. Fuck no John, I just didn’t want to demand anything from you, but I’d love to be strapped into your sling and have my hole opened wide by your cock. I know you try to stealth the boys at camp. You don’t need to try to trick me, I’d be proud to take your cock bare John. John reminded me he was POZ to which I said I’d be so honored to get bred by you John. I’m going to be a fucking bb slave for Master Tom. He said from now on I only get fucked bare and I don’t get a choice who fucks me. I want to look up at you while you dump a load in me. He asked me are you sure it’s not the tina talking, you might regret this in the morning? John, I reply, I’ve been taking cock in secret on work trips for years. I’ve been ashamed of it but it gets me rock hard asking to be bred. The only thing the tina is doing is helping me tell you without shame that I’m here to get dumped in by anyone and I honestly want you to bone and breed me too. “Hell then let’s get this shaving done pig!” John did a meticulous job removing all my hair then rinsed the lather off by pissing on me. I sucked his cock as he pissed, swallowing some and spitting the rest over my denuded body. Then still dripping with his piss John said get your ass in that sling, Hole. NOW! I ran across the playroom and hopped into the sling; my hungry ass just hanging over the edge of the leather right in place for easy access. I hooked my feet in the stirrups and tightened them, then cuffed my one hand. John’s like “fuck you are eager for this”. He cuffed my other hand then attached them to a bar that would hold them right at his nipples. I knew my job was to get him hard and keep him hard. He took an old dirty jock and soaked it in poppers holding it over my nose and mouth. I sucked the fumes in deep, wanting to be as fucked up for John as I could get. I heard John say something about taking pictures with my camera, and knew I’d be filmed taking his cock raw. I reveled in the complete depravity of it all. John removed the jock and stood in front of me jacking lube on his 9 incher. Talk to me pig. Tell me and the camera what you need. I looked directly into John’s eyes and said “please Sir, help turn me into a bareback cumdump, ride me raw and let me beg for your load in me.” My load? he asked. What kind of load? “Sir John, please fuck your POZ load into this pig. Convert me from a worthless neg hole into a POZed up cumdumpster proud of every load it gets!” As I begged to be violated John grew harder and harder. “Oh Fuck John, please next leather weekend at camp I need you to raw bone me in the public sling. Let the pigs see what kind of filthy hole you’ve turned me into.” That pushed John over the edge and he rammed his cock into me balls deep in one thrust. Even high on tina it fucking hurt but I didn’t stop urging him on. I lay there, ass completely owned by my bud while I worked on his nipples to get him even harder. I worked my hole squeezing and relaxing to make his fuck even better; all the while mumbling a stream of pig filth about turning into a complete and total cock slave. At that point he slowed a bit, grabbed his phone attached to the sling and turned on the camera. You’re going to want a record of this pig. Yea John, film me taking your raw cock in my hungry hole. Help break me down till I don’t care if I’m being broadcast live to complete strangers. Please, please breed this willing pig hole. Fuck feel free to offer me up online if you like. With that John grunted and began unloading deep in me. It felt awesome, being used, making a man feel good using my holes. John slowed but didn’t stop, he continued to churn to load he’d just deposited. He said, I’d love to use you all night, but I have somewhere to be. It is going on 10pm. I suddenly realized just how fucking high I still was from the tina four hours earlier. There was no way I could drive, but I didn’t want to ruin my bud’s night. John saw the worried look in my eyes and said don’t worry, Master Tom has you covered. John helped me from the sling and gave my legs a second to firm up. A moment later though I remembered my instructions and dropped to my knees to suck his cock clean. It tasted of cum, my ass juices, and a bitter taste I would learn was tina. As I cleaned him his phone chimed, and he said, “right on time; just stay there pig.” John walked out of the room and I knelt there looking at myself in the mirrors all around. I saw myself shaved down for the first time. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my smooth body, eventually reaching my wet dripping hole. My fingers went in and I moaned loudly, fuck I felt great, I was a hungry pig with a load in its hole and happy to be one. I thought about grabbing my phone but stayed put playing with my hole and licking the cum off my fingers. Suddenly I heard a new voice, deep and loud. Hell, that’s a site, a newly minted chem pig working its hole. I looked up to see a huge bear of a man in dirty jeans, work boots and a wife beater, being led into the room by John. I staired at this new arrival, mouth gaping, and whined a little in the back of my throat. John said this is Trucker Mark, he’s a friend of Master Tom. Your Master realized you’d be in no shape to drive; so, since his buddy here had to deliver a cab to the local Truckstop, he asked him to drive your car and you down to Allentown and deliver you both to Sir Tom when his shift ends. I finally swallowed and found my voice, “Thank you very much Trucker Mark! … “May I please suck your cock, Sir”

Mark said oink this pig is learning fast. No pig your barber here has somewhere to go so we need to thank him and get out of his …hair. Still on my knees I said thank you Master John for shaving me down like the slave I need to be. Then I stood up and walked over closer to Trucker Mark; he smelt of cigar smoke and sweat. It was perfume to my pig senses. Mark asked where are the pig’s clothes? John said in his truck I guess. The eager fucker waked in here buckass naked. Mark replied sweet, then he can leave that way too. John stopped me though and said before you go you’ll want this. He took a medium butt plug down and slid it into my still dripping hole. You wouldn’t want to lose that load you begged so hard for pig. The plug felt awesome as he shoved it home. I thanked John for it, promising to return it soon. John handed my keys over to Mark and said have fun. We walked outside in the cool autumn air. It felt fantastic being outside naked, sweaty, hairless, greasy, and still very high. We got in my truck and started out. I knew it would be about an hour to Allentown, I looked over at trucker Mark and asked if I could blow him as he drove. Mark said hold off pig till I get on the highway. In the meantime, show me that pig hole and work your own nips. I lay back in my seat spreading my legs wide and working the plug in my hole. I alternated between my hole and playing with my nipples. I asked Mark if I could grab some clamps from my play bag. He said go for it pig, do whatever you want. I grabbed some tit clamps and fastened them on tight, hooking the chain to my PA. My dick was still unresponsive, soft, thick, and sensitive, not as small as it had been. I played with myself and with a little encouragement from Mark told him my story. I explained that I had never parTied before but was really hoping Sir Tom would teach me to be a chemmed up fuck hole. I confessed I always wanted to be a raw hole just taking any man that felt like using me. I dreamed of sucking my owner’s cock, face buried in his pubes while men I never even look at come up and mount my hole. Mark growled in appreciation of my pig talk, his had dropping to his ample crotch. Fuck pig lean over here and chew on my Levi’s. I was on him in a flash, thankful I had bought this vintage truck with the full bench seat. I chewed on that well worn denim savoring the smell of sweat, and dick funk. As I sucked and slobbered over Mark’s growing cock; instinct took over and I climbed onto my hands and knees, plugged ass pointing at the window. Mark told me to use my hands, or I’d never get those buttons open. I freed his thick uncut cock and savored the smell for just a moment before I began tongue bathing it tip to root. Normally I’d have been put off by the heavy dick cheese filling his uncut hood. Now reveling in my newfound piggishness, I savored it before working the whole thing down my throat. Time seemed to stand still as I worshiped this man’s cock. After a while he told me to take a break and drink some water, so I didn’t dehydrate. Sitting next to this fully clothed trucker, naked, legs spread wide, felt so right to me. I was a hole without rights and according to Master Tom available for any man to use. Mark said I should get my phone and check in with Master Tom. I texted my owner thanking him for arranging my safe delivery. In a few seconds he connected video. I showed him my hole and my shaved down cock and balls. It was almost midnight, and we were about 20 minutes away from Allentown. Sir Tom worked the evening desk at a local hotel. He said the night manager called out and likely master Tom wouldn’t be free until 7am. He said I should let him talk to Mark, and in the meantime get that plug out of my hole because he liked tight pig holes to fuck. I put the phone in the window cradle and put it on speaker for Mark. Then leaning back, I pulled the plug from my hole and feeling totally filthy stuck it in my mouth. I caught part of what Sir Tom was saying to Mark, something about keeping me busy till morning. Mark said no problem and signed off. He said Well pig we have a few hours to kill and Tom said I could help break in his new fuck toy. My ass tingled and I said yes please I need to show my appreciation for you driving me Sir. Good he said, now first things first. He reached into his boot and removed a small box. He flipped it open revealing a bag full of tina shards I think this pig needs a recharge. Yes Sir! What do you want the pig to do Sir? Take two large shards pig and work them into your cunt like a good fag! Yes Sir, thank you Sir Mark. Good pig now let them get to work. I leaned back playing with my nips and waiting for the shards to take hold. In a few minutes I moaned as the tina started to work its magic. You’re starting to feel it pig? Oh Yes Sir! Think you’re tweaked enough to please me pig? Sir, please let the pig take more Sir. Please get it as tweaked up as you want it to be Sir. Yea Pig, do two…no make it three more NOW! With shaking eager hands I pushed three more shards up my already burning hole. Thank you Sir, I said licking my fingers. May the pig take another Sir? Good Pig, I like your attitude, but that’s enough for now. Sir Tom says you’re new at this so those 5 shards are going to blast you into orbit pig. I leaned back feeling the rush grow over me. I looked at Mark and thought I’ll let this man do whatever the fuck he wants with me. My thoughts grew even more filthy and twisted as I felt the tina take control. Sir Mark chuckled and said now you’re starting to spin the way a pig hole should. Now while you’re still coherent I want you to log onto any hookup apps you have. I quickly launched Grinder BBRTS, ASSPig, and RECON. Good pig now change your profiles to 100% bottom, safe sex never. I complied and saved the changes. Mark asked what you don’t have an NKP profile?. I hadn’t heard of that site I said so he told me to make a profile, total bottom, bug chaser, yes to drugs, and upload some of tonight’s pics to the profile. Normally I’d be cautious about these things but tonight I wanted to expose my pig side so bad I made the changes he required. By this point the tina had me so fucking horned up. Mark said look at your fag clit pig. I looked down and my shaved dick had shrunk to a nub. I was starting to worry about what people would think when Mark said Perfect! Now everyone who sees that will know you’re just a tweaked up parTy fag available for use. Everything Mark said just turned me on even more. Fuck I was spinning out of control and ready to offer myself to fucking anyone. I just wanted Mark to see me being a total pig and feel his approval. As I sat in the car spinning out of control, I asked Mark if I could put on some cuffs and a collar, please? He said yes to the wrist and ankle cuffs, but I’d have to wait for Master Tom to collar me. I attached the leather restraints and then with an OK nod from Mark put on my 10# steel ball shackle with the hook points to attach the cuffs as needed. Mark then said sorry to cover up this work of art pig but put on your boots, jock, shorts with leather suspenders, and tank top. I got dressed in the car as ordered picking out my Tom of Finland Fuck Pig tank top. Mark whistled and said sweet! Were making a stop at the local bookstore. Leave your wallet keys and phone in the car. We pulled into the parking lot of a sleezy looking two story building. I got out of the car shaking with excitement and the tina. Mark walked to my side of the truck and it only took his hand on my shoulder to put me on my knees. There in the parking lot for all to see I looked up at this man and begged him to use me, share me, do anything he felt like with me. Mark pried my mouth open and spat in it. I swallowed eagerly, he muttered “almost there”. We walked into the front of the store. I looked like a thousand others, porn, toys, poppers up front and a door to the darkened back area. Mark seemed to know the clerk who looked to be in his 50’s and a bit overweight, they chatted a bit, the clerk said it looks like he had a live one tonight. Mark took the back of my neck in his huge paw and turned me toward to clerk. He said thank the nice clerk for the complement pig. I said thank you Sir. If you’d like to use me tonight, I’d be proud to be of service to you. The clerk grinned and said before you men head in back I’ll take your pig to the break room for a minute. I followed the clerk to a dingy break room where he pointed to a row of old lockers. You should just put your clothes and stuff in there. I’d keep the boots. I stripped off my gear, all but my jock, and said I was good. The clerk said suit yourself then fished out his dick which I started sucking in a flash. While I sucked his cock I felt him slide his hand down my back to check out my hole. I shivered as he fingered me. He said stay right there while he rummaged in a locker beside me. He soaked a rag in alcohol and wiped down my sweaty back. Then I felt a familiar burning as he fingered my hole. Finally, with his dick firmly back in my mouth he applied some tape to my back just above my ass. He rubbed it back and forth a bit then pulled it free. Meanwhile as I sucked the clerk’s dick I started to buzz even more. By the time I stood up I felt Oh hell fuck it and stripped off the jock. The clerk said that’s much better, then turned me to look in a mirror. Across my lower back just above my ass in bold black lettering was a temporary tattoo bearing the word CUMDUMP. With a smirk he sent me into the darkened back room. It was the standard arrangement of booths and gloryholes, dark and mazelike. I started looking for Mark when I saw a hot younger guy go into a booth. My hole took over and I went into the adjacent one and immediately bent over offering to suck the guy’s cock. He pushed it through the hole to me and I started sucking like a champ, slow then fast teasing the head then taking the whole shaft. I never though to lock the booth door, or even close it the whole way for that matter, so as I was sucking the college kid off someone came into the booth. I didn’t look up from the blowjob I was giving I just spread my legs for better access to the full service hole. I felt the stranger finger me a bit then the jingle of his belt as he pulled out his dick. I wondered if I should suck it to help him get hard when I felt his already hard cock press into my ass. I relaxed, spread myself wider and felt this anonymous cock slide into me. This was what I needed, no conversation about limits, or safe sex, just the obviously hungry hole up for grabs. My stranger rode me for a few minutes then without warning jackrabbited his load into my fuckhole. Before I could turn to give him a thank you cock wash he was gone. I smiled to myself and continued to suck the college kid. He eventually pulled back and whispered through the gloryhole ‘Did that guy just fuck you?’ yea I answered, would you like to fuck me too. He seemed torn and said maybe later. I stood up to see my booth door was wide open, Mark was standing there huge arms crossed over his now bare chest grinning like a cat. Hey Pig there you are, I see Gary (the clerk) has you stripped and ready for action. Let’s look around and see who’s here. I followed him like a hungry puppy looking at his massive legs and hard ass moving inside his jeans. He stopped at the intersection of two halls and pointed at his feet. I got the command and in a flash I was on my knees in front of him reaching for his open button fly. He gave a nod and said go for it pig. I pulled his uncut meat free and started working it for all I was worth. After a bit he pushed a bottle up to my nose and I huffed the fumes in deep, a second hit and I was back slobbering on his meat like a champ. I heard voices around me. Mark put his hand on the back of my head pushing his cock in deep. He then took a step back while holding my head so I had no choice but to come up off my knees bent at the waist to continue sucking. I heard the comments around me get louder, but still indistinct. Mark fed me more poppers and then forced his cock all the way down my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t want to push off so I tried to relax and just go with it. The poppers and the lack of air had me a little dizzy so I spread my legs way wider to have a steadier stance. That got a chorus of approving “hungry pig” and “fucking fag” from the unseen onlookers. In a moment a hand was checking out my hole quickly followed by a hard cock shoved in fast and deep. I held onto Mark’s legs for support and grunted with each thrust. Whoever the guy was he liked pulling his dick the whole way out then slamming it back it. Mark alternated encouraging me with ‘take it pig” and “fucking hungry fag hole” while continuing to feed me poppers. Eventually the man fucking me said he needed a break and wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled out and before Mark could say anything I spun around and started sucking the guy’s cock clean, all the while looking up at him trying to signal ‘thank you’ with my eyes. Mark had me stand and said before we co upstairs I need a smoke break. He led me out a side door onto a fenced off patio. He handed me a bottle of water saying sit on that table and drink this down. I complied, all the while looking at the other men on the patio. One was stripped down to a jock giving blowjobs to two guys who traded him back and forth. The other man 40’s and bearish kept looking at me. I wanted him to use me but didn’t know if I was supposed to stay with Mark. Mark saw my confusion and came to me rescue. He said I need to piss fag. On your back with your head over the edge of the table. I got into position then Mark hooked my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs and spread my hole for anyone to see. He then pushed his cock in my mouth saying don’t suck, just try to swallow. He relaxed and sighed and after a bit I felt him start to piss in my mouth. I’m actually a big piss pig anyway but his piss was so bitter and pungent I would gag every time I tried to swallow. I got a little down which pleased him, though I felt bad for failing. The other bear was watching this and came over. He asked Mark, Ok if I piss in your pig’s hole? Mark says go for it. The guy says something I can’t quite hear about his piss being potent but Mark just laughs. The bear works his semihard cock into me while Mark encourages me to stay still and relax my hole. In a bit the bear sighs and I feel warmth filling up my hole. Mark says yea fag, just a hole for real men’s fluids. Mark’s dick still in my mouth all I can do is nod in agreement. The bear finishes and Mark offers my mouth for use while he pisses in my hole too. They swap places and Mark pushes in forcing the piss and cum already in me deeper. As I feel Mark start to piss the guy using my mouth says in a few minutes this fag’s going to be in orbit. Through the fog I remember reading stories about chem piss and its effects. I just grunt my thanks around the cock in my mouth. Mark and the bear leave me laying there on the picnic table while they finish their smokes. My wrists and ankles are still linked together so all I can do is lay there ass clenched to hold in the piss while I fly even higher. Eventually Mark unhooks my restraints and tells me were going in to get rid of all that piss. He takes me to a grimy bathroom off the employee breakroom and tells me to force it all out. With him watching I shit out all the piss and a few clots of cum; other than that I was still clean. Mark grabs a toy from a locker and greases it up. He says we just need to be sure you’re rid of all the piss, fag. He takes the dildo that has been used who knows how many times by who knows who and power fucks me with it. Its not large but it helps void the last of the piss in me. When he pulls it out he says still clean pig, then remembering how I cleaned the butt plug back in the truck he puts it in my mouth. I suck it clean without hesitation to his comment of filthy fag. By now its after 4am and the crowd has left the bookstore. Mark says it’s time to get you cleaned up and over to Master Tom’s place. I ask, aren’t you going to fuck me Sir Mark? He says no pig, not this time. Sir Tom and I are good friends, and it just don’t feel right using his new toy before he does. Not to worry pig, I’m sure I’ll be getting a shot at your ass real soon. I dress and we head over to Master Tom’s house. Sir isn’t yet home, but Mark has a key. Becoming very business like he has me strip off all my gear. Then we share a long warm shower. I carefully scrub him and he uses some alcohol to remove my CUMDUMP tattoo. After he’s done, he leaves me alone to thoroughly clean out with the shower shot. I make very sure I’m completely clean for my new Sir, then venture out to find Mark relaxing on the couch. Mark says Master Tom will be home in about an hour. It’s not that they don’t trust me, but I’m a new guy and he’s not leaving me alone in Sir Tom’s house. I completely understand. With a gesture from Mark I join him on the couch, snuggled in close to his furry body and idly stroking my own newly hairless one. I stifle a yawn and Mark says we can’t have that. He loads a large waterpipe and offers it to me. I’m forced to admit I’ve never smoked before and don’t know how. Mark says Tom really did get a newbie the lucky dog. Since Tom only smokes, I’d better show you what to do. Mark takes a torch and carefully melts the fresh T rolling the bulb till it coats the inside surface. Explaining how important it is to keep the flame moving and never burn the T he takes a long deep hit. Holding it a second or two he blows a thick white cloud into my face. “Your Turn, I’ll work the torch” He fires it up and soon the white vapor starts to form. Start sucking pig, … no slower you need to pull in a good lungful. I keep inhaling as he coaches ‘more, more. Yea real deep pig’ I finally can’t suck in anymore when he says stop, now hold it till I say let it out. He keeps me holding it in for a long ten seconds while he takes a short hit from the pipe. Eventually he says OK blow it out nice and slow. I exhale a thick white cloud that covers us both. Before I can take a clean breath of air Mark has the pipe back to my lips coaching me through a second massive hit. Again, I hold it as I feel my heart start to speed up. This time he lets me breathe normally for a bit before handing me the pipe and torch telling me show him what I’ve learned. I carefully go through the steps taking a hit on my own. I relax feeling this new rush start to take effect when my phone chimes. It’s Master Tom telling me he’ll be home in 20 minutes or so. He tells Mark that if he thinks I’m trustworthy he can head out and thanks for the delivery service. Master Tom then tells me to start smoking the pipe he left for me and don’t stop until its empty or he gets home. I thank Trucker Mark for everything he did and that I hope he enjoyed using me as much as I enjoyed being used. He smiled then barked out “Get smoking that pipe fag” “Believe me, you’re going to need it when Master Tom gets home” Ssa Shaved pig eager to please

So this thread got brought up recently and I just received this message from someone who I won't name, I'll leave that up to them if they want to identify themselves. "After reading this story and the one it was based on I assumed both you and phxchub had just made all this up and this place in the desert doesn't really exist. But curiosity got the better of me so I started searching online for hiking trails and rock landmarks that matched the descriptions and looking at aerial photographs and maps of the area around Phoenix. I had almost given up when I stumbled upon some messages on a hiking forum complaining about finding used condoms and other signs that sexual activity was happening around a rock that the description of which reminded me of these stories. I went back and looked and finally found it on the aerial photographs but I still wasn't sure this was the right place so I drove out there one afternoon and sure enough, I found the telltale signs this was a cruising spot. I didn't see anyone else around except a few couples who were obviously just hikers, but the soiled tissues, discarded lube bottles, empty poppers and a broken glass pipe were proof enough this was a spot worth checking out, even if not the spot from the stories. I only saw one used condom, which given the amount of other refuse encouraged me to think it might actually be the one. I made notes on my map how to get back there and took a GPS reading so I would be able to easily find it again, because it wasn't at all obvious being on a smaller offshoot of the main hiking trails and I was afraid in the dark I would get lost which could be bad this far out of civilization. I was busy the next few days but decided I'd come back and check it out the following Friday night because I didn't have to work the next day and it would be more likely to meet people here on a weekend evening anyway. I was really excited on my way out there, but knowing or at least suspecting, having read the stories what was going on, I wasn't surprised when I found there were quite a few cars in the parking area, actually way more than what was there when I scouted the trails during the day. It is a pretty fair hike out to the rock but I made good time because I was anxious to find out if I had really found it. When I got close the sounds of skin slapping skin and moans and groans of man-sex definitely confirmed that this was an active cruising spot. When I got close enough to the rock I could see men gathered around it engaged in sexual acts just like described in the story although the moon was a faint crescent so they were mostly just shadows but enough I could see some were on their knees sucking and others bent over and being sodomized. Nobody paid much attention as I approached so I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started stroking and then moved up and took a spot on the boulder. It wasn't long before I heard someone moving up behind me and I felt hands on my butt which drew an excited "Yes" from me. Hearing that the hands took the waist band of my underwear and pulled them and then my shorts down. I was definitely thinking I was in the right place now. Soon I felt the head of a large cock start to stretch my hole causing me to moan and the top guy grunted his approval at my quick acquiescence. I didn't know for sure until someone nearby flicked on a lighter to heat the bulb of their glass pipe and from that dim light I could see the bio-hazard tramp stamp on the lower back of the bottom being pounded next to me. I lost track of how many loads I took that night, and I even gave a couple although I rarely top myself. I've been back every weekend at least one night if not two since then except for a couple I had things I couldn't get out of. I've been stung so many times now that I know like the other guys it is probably just a matter of time before I get the fuck flu, test poz and get my own ink." Damn. That tramp stamp sounds familiar. I'm hoping we can hook up somewhere in town later, but that will be another story for another thread.

This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.

I had a few hours to spare last Friday night, so I hopped on Grindr with very few expectations. I find that when I least expect to find a good fuck I will get an incredible lay. I am extremely versatile, and frankly enjoy group play the best because I can sate my desires completely, but this evening I had the need to get my ass destroyed. Luckily, an out of town too was at a local hotel. Big muscle daddy, we exchanged pleasantries and realized we were both compatible so he sent his room number and arranged a time to meet. His pictures showed a very average looking cock, but when I got there I realized this guy needed to learn how to take pictures with his phone because he had a nice extremely thick 7” cock. We 69ed for a while then I lay on my back so he could deep fuck my throat. All the while he fed my nose poppers and I was flying and horny. I slid up on the bed and presented my tight hole to him and he just dove in face first and had my hole wet and sloppy from his mouth. Without much warning he plunged into me as deep as he could and I screamed in pain. But after a few more strokes it turned to bliss. I soon found my ankles behind my ears as he pounded away at my hole, he did this for a good ten minutes before he asked me where I wanted his load. I didn’t answer verbally, I just grabbed his hips and thrust my ass towards him. He filled me with his cum and kept fucking. I sounded sloppy and funny with each thrust. I told him to pull out and let me taste his cock. I cleaned him up and then bent over and told him to keep fucking me as I was close to getting off. Without touching my cock, he fucked me to orgasm. This was a 9/10 fuck and we promised to hook up next time he is town.

Part 1... Crap. The guy I had spent the last 30 minutes trading messages with on Grindr had turned out to be just a flake. Messages back and forth about how he is really horny and wants me to come over, he and his buddy will both fuck me, blah blah blah. When I ask him for a location, however, his profile disappears. Blocked. Two days in Edinburgh and I was as horny as hell. I swear Edinburgh seemed to be in the running for bottom capital of the country. The night before had been a bust as well. Up until well after 1AM hoping to find find a horny top but the only guys who seemed to respond were other bottoms. And, as a confirmed bottom myself, that was just not working for me. There seemed to be lots of tops available in Glasgow but that was 40 or 50 miles away. The alarm, merciless as ever, had still gone off at 7:30 and I had dragged myself out of bed. Now at almost noon, I was tired, frustrated, and horny. My meetings had completed and I had checked out of the hotel earlier… but I was hanging in a quiet corner just off the main lobby trolling Grindr and BBRT hoping for a change of luck. I’ve been married to an amazing guy for over two years now but our sex life had pretty much run dry after the first year. Seven year itch? Bullshit… I had made it a bit over two years before I cheated. An anonymous hookup, the feeling a cock inside me, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop since. Maybe monogamy just doesn’t work for gays… or maybe that is just an excuse. I don’t know. I was about to log out and give up for today though… I had a long drive ahead of me to get home… and at that moment the message came in. “Hi. Can you accom?” It read. I didn’t even have a chance to reply before a second message hit. “I need to unload. Free now?” This was followed by a picture of a beautiful fat cock. I glanced at his profile. Mid-30’s (several years younger than me), 6 foot something (several inches taller than me), shaved head. “Can’t accommodate, checked out of my hotel earlier. But would love to help you unload.” I replied and named the hotel. I only paused a moment before I sent my face picture. “Fuck. Can’t host either.” There was a pause, then “Need an ass to unload in.” This was followed by a body shot…clothed but the firm chest and tight stomach were clearly visible. I scrolled back up to the first picture… I wanted to worship that fat cock. No. I needed to worship that fat cock. Another message from him. “Really need to seed an ass. Up for a toilet?” I am no saint. In my younger years I was a regular in bathhouses and saunas, in bookstores and video stores with booths and gloryholes, and seedy bars with backrooms. One thing I have never done was hook up in a public toilet. “Sounds hot.” I admitted. “But risky.” The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in a public restroom. If my bosses found out I would probably lose my job… and if my husband found out i would lose him as well. A moment later another message arrived. “I know a nice quiet toilet. Close to you.” He mentioned a department store and the floor where to meet. “Keep looking at your pics.” I said. “Feeling really tempted.” “Just meet me there. You can suck me dry. Quick, no fucking. Less risky.” After the hours of sexual frustration I had endured the night before and dealing with the flake earlier, it was great to be the object of someones attention. I felt my willpower slip away. “I can be there in 10 minutes.” I messaged. “Great. On my way.” He replied. I took my tablet to my car and secured it in the boot. Then hurried to the appointed location. As I headed up in the escalators in the building, I realised I had never seen a face pic. Turned out not to be an issue though. On reaching the appointed floor, I saw a tall man in a suit, with a shaved head and a lean and firm body browsing the shelves nearby. He looked at me, smiled, and gave me a wink. I had found my man. I looked around but did not see the toilets. The tall man was still browsing the shelves. I guess he was waiting for me to go in… but I had no idea where to go. I noticed a cute, and clearly gay, twink manning a nearby desk so, in desperation, I asked him to point me to the toilets. He didn’t even look up but pointed me in the right direction. Just the other side of my hookup. The tall man probably thought i was some kind of idiot… but it was not my mind I wanted him to worry about. I passed him again, giving him a quick smile, and walked into the men’s toilet. It seemed empty. As I’ve said, I’ve never hooked up in a toilet before and I was unsure what the protocol was. I washed my hands to give myself an excuse to be in the room. I waited for another minute or two but my hook up did not come in. Had he changed his mind? I wondered. Did he get annoyed when i wandered around for a couple minutes? Had I broken some protocol by going into the toilet first? I decided to check and see if he was still in the store near the toilet. I stepped out of the toilet… and he brushed by me going in. Crap. Now he must really think me an idiot. I made a pretence of looking at the shelves for a moment or two then, in what I hoped was a subtle moved, slipped back into the toilet. After a moment one of the stalls opened slightly and my hookup looked out… I breathed a sigh of relief and slipped inside and he closed the door behind me. Part 2... For just a moment I considered the stall was just big enough for the two of us but otherwise it almost seemed like it had been designed for gay hookups back in the sixties or seventies. . The walls and door ran from ceiling to floor (making the encounter private), and a window on the wall opened slightly to let in fresh air (allowing just enough noise to cover the sounds of a guy getting his dick sucked). All this flashed through my mind in a split second. Then the stranger opened his fly and his cock popped out. I was on my knees without thinking. My heart was racing. The risk, my doubts, my fears. All that was there but subsumed by the cock in front of me. Six inches, thick, uncut. A faint masculine scent as I opened my mouth and his slipped inside. I heard him sigh contentedly above me and I felt that flash of pride that every bottom feels when they know their top is pleased. I began to work his cock. In and out of my mouth, playing with the thick head then sliding down the shaft deeper into my mouth. Gazing up at him as he looked down at me, his body looming above me. My hands fumbled into his shirt, brushing his hard stomach, sliding up to his nips and teasing them until they were hard. I moved my hands to his back, pulling him slightly into me, giving him my unspoken permission to thrust into my mouth. I stifled my gag reflex as he entered my throat. “Good boy” He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. “You like sucking that cock don’t you?” With my mouth stuffed I could only moan quietly. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I could hear someone come in. My heart froze. I did my best to be quiet, but the cock in my mouth began thrusting harder. The tall man didn’t say anything but seemed to be trying to make me moan or choke and be heard. I could distantly hear someone piss into one of the urinals and then heard them leave. My heart was still racing but i focused on the thick cock in my mouth. I didn’t stop or try to slow him down… he felt so good and I loved his taste and smell. Any guilt over my betrayal of my husband and out marriage was lost in the heat and excitement. He smirked above me. “Yeah… look at you. On your knees sucking a cock in a public toilet. Getting off on almost getting caught. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything, just kept working his cock. He gripped my chin and tilted my face so I was looking up towards him face. “I asked you a question. Tell me you are a dirty slut.” I pulled his cock from my mouth. “Yeah mate. I’m a dirty slut.” “I’m not your mate. You are here to take my load like a common whore.” I nodded. With him towering over me, dominating me, and with the thrill and risk of getting caught, I felt so turned on. I was putty in his hands. “Get up, I’m going to fuck you.” he whispered. We had agreed oral only but I was too far gone. It was not in my power to say no. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall as I stood. He turned me around to face the back wall of the stall and pulled my underwear down. His hand on my back pushed and I bent forward, offering up my ass to him. No mention of a condom. No discussion of status. I hadn’t brought lube and neither, apparently, had he. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and a gob of his spit landed on my sphincter and then another. His cockhead circled my hole, coating itself in his spit. And then it found it’s mark. He was thick and my ass resisted despite my wanting his cock. He was determined, however, and my resistance was in vain. He gripped my left hip with one hand, holding me steady, and his right hand guided his thick cock and he forced his way inside my hole. I could suppress the cry of pain. “Come on, bitch. Take that cock.. you know you want it.” I did want it. I pushed back into his fuck and he slipped further inside. My hole relaxed and surrendered to him completely. He started thrusting hard, in and out, and my ragged breath seemed to echo through the toilet. The bathroom door opened again. I struggled to keep quiet, biting my knuckles to stop from groaning out load… but the risk of getting caught only seemed to excite my top even more. He thrust his entire shaft in and out of my hole until he was balls deep. Surely anyone in the bathroom could hear the slap of his thighs against my ass now? In the end, whoever was out there was either enjoying what they could hear or was too naive to figure it out. It seemed like forever but who ever was in the bathroom finally left and I allowed myself to breathe and grunt as the tall man slammed his dick all the way inside. He was not patient or gentle… and i did not want him to be. I wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be seeded like the slut that I am. I didn’t need to touch my own dick. I was here for his cock and for his load. His pleasure, his release, was pleasure enough for me. “Getting close. Gonna seed your pussy. You want that?” “Yeah.” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Give it to me. Give me that load. “Gonna load you up good. Gonna ruin you.” Maybe I should have realised what he was saying. I mean we all know the risks. But I didn’t care. “Fuck yeah… give it to me!” His breathing was ragged now and his thrusts hectic. I felt him grip my thighs and bury himself deep inside… “Here it comes then… take my toxic load. I’m going to POZ your ass.” And then he was cumming. I was lost in that glorious feeling of a cock throbbing inside your hole, of cum filling you up. I understood what he was saying, what it meant, but the words just washed over me. He pulled out. He turned me back around and pushed me down to my knees again. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth and deep into my throat. I could feel him throb again, firing the last shots down into my stomach. At last the throbbing stopped. I pulled back and cleaned his cock with my tongue. I savoured the taste of my own hole on his cock and the salty traces of the last of his load. He slipped his cock back into his pants and straightened his clothes. I looked up at him adoringly and he looked down at me with contempt. “What a dumb slut. You are nothing but a common toilet tramp.” He said with a sneer. “Enjoy the virus, bitch.” He slipped out of the stall without another word. He had used me and was done with me. But we both had gotten what we wanted. Once I heard him leave the bathroom, I got off my knees and sat on the toilet. I fingered my hole and could feel his cum dripping out of me. His POZ cum. I licked my finger savouring his taste again. I wondered if his bug would take and if I would, in fact, end up POZ. How would that affect my husband? Our marriage? I could feel my guilt rising. What had I done? But I also felt something else. Desire. I liked being used. The idea that my ass was dripping POZ cum thrilled me. After a few minutes, I got dressed and walked back to my car. I pulled out my tablet. Surely there was time to find one more load before I headed for home? Surely there was one more top, maybe another POZ top, looking to unload in Edinburgh? - END -

A rather dry spell ended last weekend when a friend organized an "I love Daddy" sex party. Me, him and a friend of his as the designated bottoms. Surprisingly good turnout. Some guys showed up, fucked, dumped their load and were gone. Others stuck around. Including a virile hung 30s guy. Nice big fat cock. If I had to guess close to 7.5-8". He fucked all three of us but he saved his loads for my ass. Big ones too. Got three from him before he left! He had asked for my phone number. More than happy to give it to him! Yesterday he texted if I was interested in getting together. Fuck yes! He took his time cumming! He pumped my hole for so long I came twice before he nutted! Spent a long time between his thighs sucking that beauty back to glory. Really hard doggie fuck! Hammered my "Daddy cunt" and smacked my ass plowing me. Balls hitting my ass. So fucking good! Another big load. He said we should get together again when he had more time. Hell yes!

A guy I know set up a tag team party at his house from 3 to 4 yesterday and I was the hole for whoever’s showed up to use. Ended up only 3 guys showed, but they all unloaded nice loads in my ass. Going to do it again on Thursday

Suddenly I’m feeling good about myself again! Grew up with some fairly negative anti-ginger comments and always felt like I was in a minority - even here in Scotland! Thanks for the ego boost guys!

I was mindlessly attracted to guys with red hair and fair completions since I was cruising men's rooms on campus at University when I was in my 20's- they always seemed to be more adventurous, given that most guys were just looking for my 7-incher to suck- I was convinced that they somehow even tasted just a little different when I was the one sucking on their cock! The first guy who took me from a cruisey men's room in the basement of the Biology Science Building to his apartment had a full head of beautiful light-red hair and by the time I left his place that nite I had found out how incredible it could be to shove my fat hard cock up his warm and welcoming ass and feel the passion that two men could share; I never realized how intense and intimate fucking in the lower half of a small bunk bed could be- that convinced me that I NEEDED to be with men, whether it was for a quick bj or to spend the nite wrapped tight in his arms and snug up his willing ass, and that was 50 years ago now, and even after becoming POZ I have no regrets. GINGER BOIS ROCK!!

PART 4 Justin, Mike and I just laid on the bed all high as fuck and we passed the bong around and gave each other shotguns. They both made sure that I got shotgunned by both of them, and I wasn’t complaining. I felt amazing and my ass was on fire. I had a big plug in it to keep their loads inside but it was aching for more cock to use it. I felt incredibly trashy, but safe with these older men who seemed to know what they were doing. I was just along for the ride. Well, as long as the ride involved cock up my ass as much as possible. My phone buzzed and it was Jake saying he was at the hotel and on his way up. Justin laughed nervously and said “oh shit, what have I done,” and Mike tried to reassure him. Even spun out of my head, I could see that it might be best if Jake didn’t just bust in on the three of us naked, high and smelling like sex. I told them to both go take a shower. They laughed and went to rinse off. I made sure to tell them both not to use any soap on their nuts, butts or pits. I wanted them to smell amazing. Jake’s knock came on the door and they both stood up, went to the large bathroom and closed the door. I decided to just wing it and answer the door naked. He knew what he was coming over for, just not ALL of it. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Looking pretty sexy. I opened the door, hiding my junk behind it while we said our hellos, so I didn’t flash some unsuspecting person in the hallway. Jake was wearing little shorts, a tank top and not much else. He was about my height, 5’4” tall and thick around the middle, but also muscled, with big legs. Like me, he was very furry for a young guy, and I found myself getting really turned on, but of course my cock wouldn’t get hard because of the T. He nervously looked around and said “where are the other guys?” I laughed to put him at ease and said they were in the shower rinsing off after round one. I brazenly told him that they had both fucked me and turned around to show him the buttplug in my ass. He touched it and I moaned. “That’s so fucking hot,” Jake said. “I really wanna fuck you, dude. I’ve been wanting to hook up with you since we first flirted online.” He grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face to his, rubbing his goatee against mine and kissing me deeply. I could smell the scent from his unwashed pits and pulled away from his kiss to deeply inhale his amazing scent. This boy smelled great, and his armpits were making my hole ache for more cock. Jake quickly pulled off his tank and shorts and he was just wearing a really sexy yellow jockstrap with a very full pouch. His cock was already rock hard. He whispered in my ear, “dude, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And gently pushed me back toward the bed and fell on top of me. We continued to make out and when we came up for air he saw the bong not he bedside table and said “fuck, dude you party too? Let’s get FUCKED up and fuck all night!” He grabbed the bong and lighter and took a huge hit, shotgunning it back and forth with me until it was gone. Then we did another, and another. I just kept getting more and more spun out of my head from the shotguns and booty bumps. I could hear the shower stop and a minute later I heard the door open. Jake’s back was to the door and I saw Mike stick his head around the corner and give me a look as if to say “well? Now?” I responded by nodding slightly so he knew that it was time. Then he quietly walked up behind Jake, who was laying on top of me making out, and lightly pinched his nipple. Jake moaned a little bit and turned to see who the intruder was. He almost jumped off the bed. “Uncle Mike? What the fuck!? What are you doing here?” Mike just laughed and said ”It’s ok, Jake, I’m here for what you’re here for. This sexy little piece of ass. Adam and I have been fucking for a while and when my buddy came to town I invited Adam over to have a threeway.” Jake still looked astonished to see his Uncle in the room and Mike sat down on the bed and pulled Jake to him, burying his nephew’s head in his hairy chest and kissing the top of his head. “I’ve hoped this might happen for a while now, Jake. I’m glad it is. I’ve always thought you were a hot little fucker. Having to shave at 14 and back hair at 17 meant you were going to turn out to be a really sexy. You definitely got the family hair genes.” Jake just laughed and said “I can’t believe it. I’ve been fantasizing about you my whole life. I jerked off so many times as a teenager remembering a glimpse I caught of you changing into your speedo!” Mike grabbed Jakes head and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss and when they separated he said “I know we’re going to have a great time tonight. Are you ready for one more?” Jake laughed and looked at him and said “fuck yeah. Let’s get this party started.” Justin was obviously listening in on this conversation through the open bathroom door, and he came walking across the room with his big uncut daddy cock swinging in front of him. “Is there room for one more?” Justin laughed as Jake’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in under 5 minutes. Mike’s “buddy” had arrived.

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.

Got: Went to that bar across from the other bar where they moved the stairs in the last rebrand. The sometime open, sometimes closed dark room in the back of the top floor was open. It was last Thursday after midnight. I went to the dark room just just to see what was happening, there was only one guy in there. He had a huge uncut dick. Couldn't see him at all so I sucked it just enough to get it wet and backed up my ass up. Lucky me, he pushed in. He opened me up with nice long strokes but pulled out after about five minutes without cuming. Started pulling up my pants when another dick pushed up against my hole. He handed me poppers. Not as big as the first one, but still big, he fucked for a minuted or two and nutted in me with a load grown. There were multiple hands on my ass at this point and lots of fingers checking to see if he was fucking raw or wrapped. Once he pulled out, there was a lot of interest and some jostling for who got my ass next. Not sure how many ticks I got total but I counted 11 loads in a relatively short time. My husband was a bit annoyed when I came out because he thought I left him. I told him there I met someone. We danced and cum started leaking down my leg. He wiped it, and put in in his mouth and said "met just one person?" I took him to the dark room where he got his turn. Gave: (and took): Horny day today. Sniffies Post before work - "Need to breed on my way to office N/Q/R/W line". Lots of messages while I was showering, one from a guy in a Time Square hotel that came with a room #. He only sent and ass pic which looked decent, he was under 40 and decent stats. Told him I was coming through. Got there, room is locked. Light knock, no answer, wait, light knock, door open a crack. Naked guy, mid 40s sexy with a nice big dick. Says he needs a few more minutes and goes back to fucking the bottom. Bottom is a hot Latino otter, early 30s, clearly been taking loads all night. This other top really just wants his space so I'm standing there. "knock Knock". I open the door, another guy in business attire who I know from the sex party scene. We smile and laugh. Original guy grunts and gets dressed. I'm already hard and naked so I head over to the bottom to push my dick in. His hole is hot, grippy because it's swollen but also oozing slick cum. PERFECT. I fuck a bit and the guy I know wants a feel. I share, he has a nice cock you'd like it but nothing remarkable. He's fucking a bit and I tap him back out. I whisper that I'm late and need to cum. He back off. I push the bottom down on his stomach and just pound his tummy hole for about five more minutes until I unload. Other top cleans off my dick, licks up the tummy mess I've made of his hole and slides in. I clean up and leave and go to work downtown but somehow I'm more horny than before. I play on the apps while working, not expecting anything, I get a message from a bottom. He seems a little inexperienced but he has "anon" "quickie: tags in his profile. Initially he says he wants to kiss and cuddle so I just drop a dick pic and say I want you ass up and I only fuck raw. He replies with building, apartment and entry instructions. I walk over, her ass up and it's the most generic cum dump session ever. But I cum in him and feelers horny. That lasted about two hours. I got horny again, back on the apps around 4:30PM, no luck, everyone is on the evening move. Decide I will unload again on the way home at Vishara. But also do a quick douche in the rest room because, you know. Get to Vishara, pay for upstairs, nothing too interesting. Go main level, all tops, maybe, I don't know they're standing around. Go back upstairs and a find a new guy, middle eastern, and we go into a booth. He's a bottom, super hairy ass and I'm having trouble getting my dick in. I eat his hole quite a lot to get it wet and eventually get my dick in with some lube. He's really tight and the hairy ass is gripping my dick so I don't last long at all and cum in him. We get dressed, he steals out and I see a really big uncut dick is hanging through the slot. I close the door, locking my bottom out (sorry!), I bend down and start sucking and I can see army fatigue cargo shorts. I know exactly who this is from downstairs (early 40s latino, non-scene). While I'm sucking his dick, I lube my ass and fumble popper out of my bag. I stake a few hits while sucking him and then turnaround. Moment of truth, he doesn't pull away or go for a condom. He presses up against my hole and pushes in. He works up a nice long stroke and fucks for a good 15 minutes. This is loud shake the wall sex for this place. He nuts in my whole, I pull up my shorts and leave the room. A few minutes later that guy is back. He kinda whispers to me that his friend is downstairs and doesn't want to pay the $20 for upstairs but need a hole that can take "big papi dick". I follow him downstairs and he motions to a 30ish Dominican guy. I go into the adjoining booth where the guy asks for $5 through the slot to feed the machine. He has his dick out its big but soft so I past $10 through. He puts his dick through, gets hard pretty fast and fuck my ass until he cuts, which was after the money ran out and the attendant was banging on the door. I go back upstairs, still horny and decide to pay back the glory hole gods. I go into both one with adding room occupied. Stick my dick through, guy sucks, I whisper I want ass, he tries to put a condom on I leave. Go to another booth, put my dick through, repeat but this time I just get his ass right up to the wall. I fuck him through the glory hole and give my 4th load of the day. I was curious who I fucked so I waited around. Two guys went in and out but he never came out. So you think I was done but not today. I dropped my stuff home, changed to running clothing and went to the Ramble. It was quiet which meant less competition. I took four more loads and gave my fifth of the day. The tops were all big dick black guys, one hot, the other less than pretty. The bottom was a latino who spoke no English but had a cummy ass.

Felt horny after a particular zoom call earlier with some other horny guys on here and so decided to go to the adult bookstore and try the crowd getting off work, which was surprisingly successful. First thing in there, get right to sucking a chubby guy's dick through the gloryhole for awhile before I turn around and back it up to led him fuck and cum inside me. Then I sucked another guy after him who wanted me to fuck him but I ended up just finishing him off with my mouth. Another guy with a fatter cock showed up after and let me suck on his delicious cock for awhile before I tried to back it up on him too. He insisted he join me in the booth and unfortunately put on a condom. It was still hot though because he said something about how daddy wanted some of my naughty boy ass or something like that. I let him fuck me to completion, even with the condom, before peaking my head out of the booth and signaling for another older gentleman to stick his dick through the hole and let me blow him to completion so I could swallow his load in its entirety. By this point, I'm a sweaty, cum-filled mess and I see a text from my husband who saw my location was the bookstore and asking when I'd come home. So, I went home expecting him to scold me for being a slut again and then he asks me if I actually got any this time to which I answered honestly. He then later clarified if that meant I got a guy to cum in me, which I had. I guess this made him horny because he proceeded to fuck me without any lube (since I was already stretched with another man's cum and two different dicks anyway) adding yet another load to end out the day. So I'd say a pretty good day!

ALL of these bills are framed as "Protect the children", so not voting for them allows people to assume you don't care about kids and aren't sympathetic to the problems of parents. The issue is that there are real problems with kids and the Internet. Good/decent solutions are in the works (kinda) but they're not far enough along that reasonable politicians know about them and can point to them. They don't want to get to the next election and have their opponent say "yes, the bill I supported has problems, but at least I was willing to do SOMETHING, my opponent wasn't willing to do ANYTHING!"

I attribute things to the Republican party when (a) a Republican does that thing and (b) no one in the Republican party of any stature whatsoever criticizes him or her for it. Or (c) when it's in the Republican Party platform. So, for instance, the fact that Hair Furor has the approval of a solid majority of the Republican party, and virtually no one of stature criticizes him for his outrageous behavior and statements, then yes, I consider that something the Republican party endorses. Being criticized by his ex-cabinet members - who are no longer public officials - doesn't count, because they're not major figures in the party. When the House Speaker, House Majority Leader, Senate Minority Leader, or a chairman of a major committee in the House or ranking member in the Senate calls him out, I'll credit that. Until then, he's the albatross around the neck of the party and that means everyone who professes to believe in it - because HE is what the party believes in. And when I say that Republicans want to outlaw all abortion, or ban same-sex marriage, I say that because it's in the party's national platform - at least, the last one adopted. People can mealy-mouth whine about "not all Republicans" but if you belong to a party whose official platform - which starts each section with "We believe that...", you are announcing to the world you support those positions. You don't see that nearly so much on the Democratic side because we welcome internal criticism. We have prominent members who sometimes make outrageous statements, and our leaders are usually quick to announce that the statement in question does not represent the views of the party, merely that member. I think the last time the Republican leadership did that was sometime in the Eisenhower administration. If the Democratic leadership were as weak at calling out members for offensive comments as the Republican leadership is, I would happily hang the worst offenses of a Democrat on the party. But I don't have to, because they aren't that weak.

This story is based on the situation described in phxchub's wonderful story that you can read here: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/59763-watch-out-for-scorpions-in-the-desert/ I hope he doesn't mind me stealing his ideas and telling the story from another character's view. Watch Out For Scorpions In The Desert 2 There is a place in the desert a ways outside of Phoenix that is sort of Arizona's version of the famed Hampstead Heath. There were hiking trails and one particular spot where there was a wide, low boulder in a clearing surrounded by trees where guys liked to gather at night. One cloudy night while my wide ass was getting pounded I noticed a guy who appeared to be a newbie walk up. Seeing the action he was obviously excited as his basketball shorts were tenting and he pulled the waistband down and started to stroke his dick. It was a busy night at the rock and the sight and sounds of several guys on the boulder with guys fucking them must have been turning him on. You could hear the slap of skin on skin and the moans and groans of the guys. It didn't take long before another guy started to feel him up and I saw him start to return the feel. They obviously both wanted the same thing because before long he moved to the free spot on the boulder next to me and hiked his shorts down to his knees. The other guy wasted no time in getting in behind his chubby ass and starting to slide his long thin dick in the offered up butt crack. I could hear the top guy grunt with pleasure as I knew his dick was starting to make entry into the newcomer's hole. Both of them groaned out into the night as the top guy's dick slid in and he started to push in and out, his hips bouncing on the fat cheeks. Another guy spoke "Fuck that faggot good!" as he was stroking his prick and watching as the two were moaning and groaning with pleasure. The top guy sped up the pace, taking the advice of the watcher, gripping the bottom guy's hips to pull him back into his eager thrusts. All of a sudden I heard a gasp and I felt the dick in my ass swell up and fully hilt itself into me and I felt warm pulses of cum jetting deep inside. He ground his hips on my ass for only a few seconds before pulling out and quickly another top guy took his place, sliding his big dick into my now well lubed hole and making me gasp out "Fuck yeah". The other bottom's top guy, who had seemed to slow down to watch me get the load pumped into my ass picked his pace back up making the bottm let out a little yelp and then a loud moan as he was now getting pounded harder. It didn't take long before the top started to shake convulsively and then fall on the bottom, obviously pumping a big load into the lucky man's ass. As the top pulled his dick out with a pop I saw the guy who had been watching waste no time in moving behind the panting bottom who barely had time to look back as the guy pushed him back down onto the boulder and start slapping his dick on the gaping hole. "Oh fuck, fuck me please" the bottom moaned as he looked back over his shoulder and raised his ass giving the fat uncut dick a good angle to work into the stretched and dripping hole. As the top guy was working his head into the eager hole the clouds started to part and he moonlight shone through the trees surrounding the clearing. It was then that I saw the bottom's eyes pop wide open and I knew that he had seen the tattoo on the top guy. A scorpion surrounded by a red biohazard symbol on his pec. I could see the bottom was now looking around and quickly realized many of the top and bottom guys had their own tattoos displaying their status. Instead of pulling away I heard the bottom moan in response to the groan of the top and I knew the dick was starting slide in and out with long strokes as the top started to fuck harder and faster. I knew that unlike me he probably hadn't come here looking to be filled with poz loads, but I could tell by his moans of pleasure and the look on his face that he was now another cumdump for poz dick and wouldn't be leaving until his hole was dripping with many men's charged seed. Maybe he'd even brought condoms with him, but like my first time at the rock, he'd gotten caught in the moment and forgotten all about them. I had done so too, many months ago but next time I am sure he wouldn't bother to bring them. I could tell he had accepted his fate so after the other guy was done I got up and moved around behind him to share my strain, my own biohazard tramp stamp showing in the moonlight, having been hidden by the hips of the guys who had been fucking me. It didn't take long for my unmedicated load to join the previous two inside his by now well pozzed ass. They say to watch out for scorpions out here, but that is not the only kind of sting you need to worry about.

Ginger here. Hair was bright orange when I was born but mostly brownish with red highlights now. Beard is red red (with more and more white coming in) pubes are red.

Again, the Democrats, unlike the Republicans, do not usually demand lock-step compliance with what the party leaders dictate must be policy, under penalty of being primaried out of office. You are always eager to blame an entire party (well, only ONE entire party) for the actions of a few who cross the aisle to join the opposing side on a particular issue. But for some reason you never, ever, ever seem to blame the OTHER entire party for the actions clearly endorsed by the vast majority of its members, even when that party's policy choices are steeped in misogyny, racism, homophobia, and other forms of hatred of anyone who is "other" to them. Are you so secure in your privilege as an (apparently) white male that you think they wouldn't come for you in a heartbeat if they took power in a state you're in?

That is not what I wrote, and if that's what you take from it, I suspect the issue is more biases on your part perhaps combined with, shall we say, "uncareful" reading. For starters, we were talking about a map where legislation has been *introduced*. My comments were about *that map*. You made an unwarranted jump to assuming such legislation would pass - regardless of the party controlling the state - and then made a further jump to assume I would blame one party for the hypothetical passage of such a bill even if the other party enjoys a majority. That's so many levels of assumption and guesswork I can't attribute it to sheer inability to read. But here's the reality. Some states have a solid majority of Democrats or Republicans in their state legislature. Some even have a so-called supermajority, generally meaning the number needed to override any veto by the governor, or to pass legislation for which that the state's constitution requires such a supermajority. But a not-insignificant number of legislative chambers are fairly closely divided, meaning a handful of members of the majority party, if they vote with the minority on some issue, can get that issue passed. That's more common with Democrats crossing the aisle to vote with Republicans on social issues, because Republicans trying to flip a seat go scorched-earth to portray a Democrat in a swing state as some cross between Pol Pot and the devil, funded by George Soros and an international cabal of baby-eating sex fiends. In any event, if you have a chamber with 53% Democrats and 47% Republicans, and enough Democrats, under that kind of fake-outrage electoral pressure, switch sides on book banning or online access or whatever to pass the bill, it's still a Republican effort funded by, supported primarily by, and voted for almost totally by Republicans. So yes, in some cases, despite your supercilious attitude, it can be the fault of Republicans in a state with a Democratic majority in the legislature that such a bill passes. One reason is that Democrats, unlike Republicans, don't usually punish their members for voting their version of "their conscience" on such legislation. When a Republican does it (ie votes for a Democratic priority), he's immediately set up for a primary challenge by some nutcase even farther to the right who vows never, ever, ever to do something like that. Which is one reason the Republican party's nuts are firmly in the grip of extremists.

As it should be, top is alwasy in charge. He chooses when to breed,

You need to accept yourself as a slut, both inside and out. Until you can own being a slut, you're always going to have some kind of anxiety or apprehension about it. What I mean is that you have to get yourself to the point where you're not afraid to tell people you're a slut, you're not afraid of people finding out you're a slut, or talking about you being a slut or being concerned about being used by another man for sex and then tossed aside. As long as some part of you is holding onto some else's view of who you should be or how you should act, you aren't going to be able to get past the anxiety.

I think "a part of" or "contributing to" would be more appropriate language here. If the bill had not been introduced, they would not have to vote against it. It's important to remember that the political reality of party warfare is that trading in political capital is usually necessary for anything to get passed at all, and queers are among the first people to get thrown under the bus (by either party) if somebody needs to bolster their supply of chips.

I practiced in the shower every day. I got myself hard and tried to piss. And kept at it until it worked. I love that I can give a true piss fuck--and never lose my hard on.

The only way to practice is to practice 🙂 With the right position and care you can piss in him before you fuck - I’ve done it a few times but it takes a bit of skill not to make a mess in the bed, especially on the bottom’s part, so you might find it tricky if this is the first time for both of you. Doggy is best with his chest flat on the bed so your piss goes deep and gravity helps it stay down while you fuck, an oil-based lube will have a better chance of avoiding being washed away, and a smaller load of piss will stay inside and be more comfortable him to hold for longer. It’s probably the closest we can get to fucking a guy while he’s “pregnant” (that’s how I like to think of it at least lol) Pissing after the fuck is nice too because you can stay in bed together afterwards and enjoy the feeling together. You might find this easier to start with, especially since he won’t need to stop during the fuck if he can’t hold your piss for long.

Jacques gripped my ankle and swing my head over the bed. Uncapping the poppers, I watched as he took four deep huffs then held my head as I copied him. Standing over me, I watched as he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, head hanging off the bed. I moaned and gripped his thighs as he slowly pushed his cock deeper down my throat, tasting his shaft, already covered in my spit and phlegm. “Fuck man, you fucking whore,” he whispered as I felt his balls bang against my mouth. I counted to five as I waited for Jacques to start face fucking me. Nothing. He just stood there, cock deep in my fuller, leaking precum as I breathed through my mouth. Without warning he shunted his cock deeper into my throat, his balls covering my nostrils and making me gag. My hands came up to try and push him away and he grabbed them. “C’mon fucker, take it like the queer you are,” he whispered as he continued shunting his cock. “Mmmmm you cock seems to like it bro,” he said. And he was right. My cock was rigid. Hard as steel. And with every shunt, I pissed precum down my shaft. “Fuck yeah, faggot likes this.” I moaned. Part in protest and part due to how incredible his abuse of my throat made me feel. Jacques released my hands and I dropped them to my cock and balls, wanking my shaft and squeezing my balls hard. Jack groaned in appreciation as he continued to shunt his cock viciously down my throat. I’d be bruised for days I thought - throat and cunt. My cock stiffened at the thought of going home and presenting my bruised cunt to my boyfriend to eat out and viciously assault, as he always did when I came back from being a whore. Finally he withdrew his leaking meat from my throat, and pushed me back onto the bed. He stood there panting, his cock wet with my gob and coated with my phlegm. He drew his hand up his cock then licked it clean. “Fuck man you taste good on my cock,” he said joining me on the bed. “Roll over, now, let me taste your mancunt.” I didn’t need to be told twice and rolled over, getting in all fours. I heard him huff then picked up the bottle he tossed up the bed and took four deep huffs. I felt his hands part my cheeks and slide beteeen them, his thumb grazing my hole. “So fucking wet and sweaty already” he said, almost in awe as he gobbed down my crack. I could feel his spit drip down the hairs of my cunt and onto my hairy ball sack. “Beautiful,” he continued as he gobbed again. And again. And again. I was breathing hard with expectation. Just fuck me, I thought. Fuck me and fuck me hard. “No. Not yet. I want to explore your arse.” It was as if Jacques could read my mind. He leaned in and inhaled, pressing his nose into my hole. “Mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned as I growled and pushed back into his face. He breathed out and breathed in again, before rubbing his face into my crack. “Fucking love your sweaty musk, dude,” he intoned. “Fuck it’s so heady and thick, coating your hairy cunt.” He licked up and down my crack, his muscular tongue pushing into my pores, making me gasp. “Jesus, it’s gonna taste so good with my precum and cum mixed with the juice of your guts,” he continued to lick up and down my crack, spreading my arse cheeks even wider apart. “Push out for me, dude.” I obeyed. “Fuuuuuuuck! Beautiful. Again.” I pushed out again, feeling his tongue rub against my sphincter every time. “Jesus Jacques, don’t fucking stop!” I begged as he pushed his tongue into my hole, and I tried to pincer it tight in my cunt. He moaned. “Fuck yeah baby, just like that, push it open and let me get in there.” I opened the poppers again and huffed. Long deep breaths as he pushed his tongue deep into my chute. “So fucking tasty. So fucking sweet.” He spread my cheeks even wider to chew on my hole, making me gasp with pleasure and push back against his stubbles face. “Yeah, fucking get your mouth around my cunt, fucker. Eat my hole out. Get it fucking slick for your load.” “Turn over, cunt,” Jacques ordered, lifting me into the air and spinning me onto my back, legs in the air in one swift movement. Before I had time to react, he’d spread my cheeks again and was gobbing into my hole. “Swallow it,” he said as he hawked gob after gob onto my hole. I complied, working my cunt muscles to suck up his gob, physically feeling it cost my guts. “Let’s make this more interesting his said. Leaning my arse against his chest he leaned over and retrieved a bag from the side draw, waving it in my face. I grinned. “Fuck yeah, you filthy cunt. Shard me up.” Jacques grinned and as I watched he pulled a shard of Tina from the bag. “Hold still.” I closed my eyes as I felt him use two fingers to open my cunt, before gobbing into my chute and then dropping the shard into my open hole. Releasing his fingers, he kneaded my buttocks, as I felt the shard rub and slowly dissolve in my cunt. The warmth was almost instant. Pulling my legs off his shoulders, he leaned down to kiss me. “Ready?” I looked straight into his dark eyes. “Fuck yeah.” “I don’t think you are,” he said as he rubbed his engorged glans against my cunt. “Fuck man, I’m gonna make your cunt bleed with my poz cock.” “Go for it, fucker. Give me everything you got.” Jacques leaned in. “Fuck, yeah.” We kissed as the shard took hold.

As soon as I step off the plane and enter the airport, my eyes begin the search for my ride. Then I spot a cardboard sign amongst the crowd that just says "White Whore." I look up to see Luis Junior holding it and smirking. Most people would die of embarrassment to be outed as the White Whore at the airport, but not me. I am proud of the name Luis had gifted me last summer. I make my way over to Luis Jr. He takes the sign, which has string around it, and puts it over my neck so I can proudly display it as I walk through the airport. Since I was instructed not to bring anything, there's no wasted time at the baggage claim. Junior motions for me to follow him and we exit the airport. I get a lot of stares and looks as people read my sign, but I don't care. This is who I am. As I follow Junior through the parking lot, I notice that he looks older since last summer. He's taller and has put on muscle, likely from working with his dad on construction sites. He also seems more confident than when I met him last year and he double fucked me with his dad. Junior still doesn't speak English and I speak very little Spanish, so there is a lot of pointing and nodding. We reach Junior's car and I start to get into the passenger seat, only to find the door locked. I look to Junior, who is pointing to the back seat. I feel a bit silly sitting in the back like a kid, especially since Junior is younger than me, but I follow orders and get into the back. As we drive away from the airport, the road gets more isolated. Gone are all the cars and buildings. Luis must really live in the middle of nowhere! Suddenly, the car pulls over on the side of the road. Junior gets out of the car and opens the back door. I'm confused. There's not a building in sight. Certainly this can't be the place. Then I notice the raging hard on poking through Junior's shorts. I smile and know what to do. I climb out of the backseat and immediately drops to my knees. Junior grabs the back of my head and shoves my face right into his crotch. I love feeling and smelly Junior's manhood. He smells like his daddy. It's not long before Junior's shorts are on the ground and I'm furiously sucking down his sweaty, hormone-filled cock. His balls look like they could explode at any moment. Then, Junior grabs my head and stops my sucking. Lacking English, he motions for me to stand up and I obediently do so. Junior grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and bends me over the hood of the car. He holds one arm on my neck and uses the other to pull down my pants. In mere seconds, Junior's cock is penetrating my boy pussy. I let out a half whimper, half moan as Junior begins to pound my ass furiously. The only other sound is of my chastity cage banging up against the car. I'm glad the businessman on the plane loaded my ass so I'd be lubed for this intense pounding. Junior only lasts a couple of minutes before he grunts and blasts his seed as deep as possible into my awaiting hole. Junior pulls out, taps me on the ass, and makes his way back into the car. I quickly pull up my pants and make my way to my place in the backseat. We take off. As I sit and enjoy the Mexican boy semen swimming through my body, I start to see something ahead. It's a massive house, built for a king. Could that be Luis' home? I get my answer as Junior turns into the driveway. My heart is racing. I don't know what the next few days will bring but I know it will be amazing. As the car stops in front of the mansion, Junior steps out and heads to get something out of the trunk. He comes to the back car door and motions for me to join him. I stand up to find Junior holding a blindfold. He places it over my eyes and it's now dark as night. Thankfully, Junior grabs my wrist to lead the way. I hear a door opening and can tell we are stepping into the house as the air suddenly gets much cooler. Junior leads me to a room and I hear a door shut. Next, Junior takes my hands and moves them behind my body, attaching a pair of handcuffs. I'm not sure what to think of this, but I know this must be Luis' idea, so I don't protest. Next, Junior sits me on the floor and takes off my shoes. Then I hear the sound of scissors. I wonder what Junior is cutting until I start to feel pulling on my clothes. Junior is cutting off my clothing, leaving me completely naked and handcuffed. I should be worried about what I'll wear to the airport at the end of the week, but I'm too excited and nervous about what's currently happening. Junior then reaches for my neck and removes his father's gold chain that Luis gifted me the end of the summer. The one that has the key to Tyler's chastity cage attached to it. It sounds like he puts it around his own neck. It feels strange without Luis' chain on my neck. I haven't taken it off since I woke up wearing it last summer. It's been a constant reminder of my commitment to be a White Whore. Quickly, I feel something else around my neck. It's a tight leather collar. How appropriate. Next, Junior lathers and shaves my armpits and public hair. Then he flips me over to shave my ass nice and smooth. I'm naturally not very hairy, but I guess Luis wants me totally smooth. I can feel my pussy is leaking a bit from the pounding Junior gave me earlier. I feel Junior use his finger to collect the seed and then he feeds it to me. It tastes like Mexican Heaven. I then hear Junior stand up and walk out of the room, with the door slamming behind him. I'm naked, cold, horny, blindfolded, handcuffed, and totally alone.

Felching wet Holes is right up there, second only to adding my dna in my book. Unless there's not enough space to kneel down and put my mouth on a Hole I need to at least rut in, I do it. Some guys like poppers - some guys like chemicals - I love to suck wet Holes, taste the loads, before shoving it to them (I always do a "sniff-test" first, which isn't any guarantee, but at least it's something). Ran into one last night, but I haven't found the "last load" area yet today. I simply adore cumdumps ... men who've recognized who and what they are, dealt with all the baggage, and have the courage to act on their perversions.

When we'd recovered, he suggested we go downstairs for a coffee. There was a room next to the changing area with some chairs, a couple of stained and sagging couches and a counter on which lounged the guy who'd let me in. It was hot and steamy and he had taken off his top revealing a fat, hairy torso. There were a couple of old men on the chairs drinking tea and two clones sitting on the sofa - late fifties, shaven headed, stick thin, old school tattoos. "What can I get you, Mike?" said the guy behind the counter and I realized, with a shock, I hadn't even known the name of the man whose sperm was swimming in my belly! "We'll have coffee, thanks mate" Mike replied. to be contd.....

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

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

I always make sure my hole is loose enough that any Top can just slide it in. I use toys every time before I meet up and get fucked. It’s just more comfortable for everyone. A lot of guys don’t like to spend time to “open up” a bottom, they just wanna stick it in and get off which I understand and I don’t mind. That being said, really good Tops will take time to open you up and make it fun with foreplay. Some like the hole to get looser over time. Overall, either way is fine for me. As long as their loads ends up all the way in me.

These things combined with a never ending stream of "breaking news". The orange clown ensures by his misdeeds that he is at the top, or near the top of every news story. It's time to put him at the END of the newscast. We've a genie out of the bottle of too much news. Bad weather is no longer news. It is part of everyday life. Ditto shootings. How about actual new things that happened, and then updates on open items once a week? Here in Wisconsin it seems all the networks care more about how we feel and less about reporting facts. Is there a way, socially, politically and in our media to quiesce the noise and get back to more personally productive pursuits?

You should always feel good! Ginger men are amazing — can never get enough!

Fully agree!

I'm a ginger guy and I've heard that a lot, even though I think it's a rather new thing. People didn't care about gingers before I think. It was always a black vs blond thing.

Note: This is along the lines of the post in the main blog of "How Gay Teens Become HIV+" - I found it out on the 'net, I suspect it's true, but don't know for sure... _______________________ I don't know if this event was what got me poz, but it'd be hard to imagine it didn't. I've been a bb slut for awhile, yet somehow had managed to keep testing neg. I can't say I was a chaser because I was still fooling myself with "Are you clean?" questions and "neg only" requests when hooking up with guys online. But the fact of the matter is I'd take about any load I could get, and practically never asked anyone to put on a condom. I craved getting cum inside me and was constantly desperate for it, cruising hookup sites and bb sites finding the next hot cock to dump some cum in to me. Like I said, though, I kept testing neg and had even convinced myself that i must have had some kind of special trait that'd keep me that way despite what a slut I was. And it wasn't hard for me to be a slut. I was 21, goodlooking, masculine, and popular. If I went to a party or out to a club, I'd be able to point out at least a dozen guys I'd fucked - all 18-23 and hot themselves - and chances are each of them had shot his load in me. No one ever brought up condoms. I think young guys like me just figured we were all neg together and had nothing to worry about. On a weekly basis I'd probably take 4-5 loads because I not only had a cell fone address book packed with hot young guys that'd come over at a moments notice to fuck, but also would be able to find total strangers and new tricks online within a few minutes of logging in to whatever site I chose to be a slut on that day. I don't say this to sound stuckup, and stared at this paragraph for awhile thinking that it really does make me sound like an ass. That's not what I want to do, but I'm just trying to put things in perspective to put the whole story in context. I find every manner of guy hot, and it's really attitude that matters to me most, especially when it comes to taking a load. But I guess I just ended up being born with a look that a lot of guys want and go for. I should point out, I am vers. And because I'm so "straight acting" most guys thought I was a total top (haha). If it was an 18 to 23yo I had over that night, I'd likely end fucking them for sure. Those twinks always wanted my thick dick deep up inside them. And, again, they never asked about condoms. But what a lot of these guys didn't know was that, despite my "total top" exterior and demeanor and the fact that I truly did love fucking the hell out of them and pumping my load inside them, I also craved cock in my hole on a constant basis. And whereas I was pretty strict about only fucking hot young guys, I didn't discriminate at all about who I took loads from because it was the load, alone, that mattered to me. Older, young, fat, skinny, black, white, hairy, smooth - if I was in the mood for a load, I'd take it from them all. I'd gone on a trip and whenever I was in a new town, I always took advantage of all the fresh meat (to me, at least) around that offered up good prospects. In this particular town, I had no problem finding it at all. My first night there, I met a 21yo online with a huge cock that came over to my hotel room. He kept telling me how much he wanted me to fuck him, but I told him I was having one of my "rare bottoming urges" (hehehe) and he fell for it. We went in to the big standup shower in the room, where this tall, lanky, young blond with at least 9 thick inches proceeded to eat out my ass and then, with just his spit and the shower water as lube, slid his cock in and fucked me silly. God how I loved big twink dick. What I love just as much as cock in me is seeing the look on the face of a hot young guy as he slides his dick in to me with no lube (how I prefer it). They're always so blown away and turned on by the fact that I'm taking it so easy. I'm tight, mind you, but with an incredible pain threshhold so more than happy to get through those first few minutes of searing pain knowing there's a ton of cum waiting for me. So many guys my age are so repressed sexually that it's hot as hell seeing how they react when something happens that blows them away, yet that they've secretly always wanted or can't help but be turned on by. Raw, lube-less fucking is one of those things. Seeing a masculine, fratboy type taking their bare cock up their hole is one of those things. Having that fratboy also fuck them raw is one of those things as well. This young hottie didn't last long, as I stood there under the cascading shower water, leaning slightly forward, ass pushed back with his dick deep up in it. "I'm gonna cum" he said. I think that's the universal, "closet barebacker's" code to see whether you want them to pull out or keep going. They feel like they have to let you know they're going to shoot, and often freeze up and slow down expecting you to pull off their dick or push them away so that they don't shoot inside you. That's not how I am, though. I reached back with both arms, grabbed his hips, and pulled him to me tighter. That's all he needed to thrust as deep as he could go and shoot his load up in me. He had a blast, I had a blast, and I sure as hell hope that hottie couldn't help but realize just how fucking hot bb sex is and never looked back. The next night was much of the same, except with two young hotties (not at the same time, though). The first was a 19yo who was also visiting town and came over from his hotel. I dumped a load deep up in him as I fucked him silly on the bed. He shot his wad while I fucked him, though, so I found another young guy later that night to top me. The second guy was 19 as well, and had this nerdy look to him that I love. Tall, glasses, skinny (though not the huge cock you hope to find on a tall, skinny guy. A nice 7 inches nonetheless, though). He pulled another one of those routines that I suspect is like a subtle hint at whether or not we'll end up barebacking. "Got lube and stuff?" he asked in the instant message before heading over. "And stuff". hehe. Hinting at condoms, but purposefully not saying the word. "Lube, yeah." I said. "Ok cool." he responded, and that was that. Once at my hotel, we sat around and talked for awhile before he couldn't hold back any longer and got between my knees, undid my jeans, and swallowed my cock. We made our way to the bed, where I put him on his back, got on top of him, and rubbed our cocks together while we kissed. Eventually his dick founds its way between my asscheeks, but not yet inside my hole. I moved my ass up and down on his cock and eventually his head was poking at my hole. "Got the stuff?" he asked. A bit hesitantly, but trying to hide the disappointment, I reached in to the nightstand where I'd put the lube and condoms earlier (yes, I had some... just for the hell of it... and they help to disarm someone and make them think you're as clean and proper as can be hehe) and set them on the bed next to him, then kept rubbing his cock with my ass cheeks. He reached over and grabbed the lube, putting some on to his cock. Notice... he didn't grab the condoms. Thinking I was going to get his raw dick in me, we ended up making out some more instead. He kept poking his cock at my hole, but never quite pushing it in. Most of the lube had dried up by now, but he had a ton of precum in its place. Still poking, still no condoms. He secretly wanted to fuck me raw, I knew it. But he didn't want to say so or try anything he thought would scare me away. I also didn't want to be too forward, enjoying the little game we were playing and enjoying knowing that he was lusting after some raw ass yet afraid to come out and say it. Eventually, though, he kept getting just the tip of his dick in to my hole and I would only moan and whimper in pleasure instead of stopping him to put on a rubber. That's what he needed to proceed, and the next time the tip got in, he thrust up and I thrust down and he was deep inside me, bare all the way. With our little "Does this guy want it bb!?" game over and the answer obvious, the fucking could really begin. I rode him like silly and all he could do was lay back, mouth hanging open, eyes wide open, panting heavily while his dick slid in and out of me. He lasted a little longer than the other guys, which was fine by me. Eventually, though, he pulled the usual "I'm close!" and instead of pulling off, I pushed down even harder and started riding him even faster. "Where do I cum?!" he asked. "Where do you want to?" I said back. He didn't answer with words, but instead bucked his hips up and let out a howl as he shot in me. Another young stud's seed in my hole! We promised to keep in touch (which we did) and he went on his way. With his load in me, I got back on the computer feeling extra slutty and wondering if I could get any more. The thought of inviting a neverending train of guys over to seed me throughout the night and in to the morning hours was incredibly appealing, but I was so fired up that I wanted even more. I searched around online to find the bathhouse each big city inevitably has, and found out there was one not far from my hotel. It was about 11pm on a Saturday night, so part of me wondered whether I should even bother. I prefer getting a room (as opposed to just lockers) at these places, and I suspected they'd all be taken by this time. I was too horny and cumhungry to change my mind, though, and so got dressed and headed out - one young hotties load still in my hole and ready for more. There was no denying what I was in for. The reason I love bathhouses so much was because of all the anonymous, public sex you could get in to. Sure, it's always fun going to a bathhouse and finding some other hot young guys to hook up with in either their room or yours. But what's even more fun is finding a dark corner (or a maze or orgy room, if the place has it) and having sex where others could watch and even join in. I wanted even more than that this time, though. I wanted to not only be seen, but be remembered. Be seen as a total slut and just blow people away. I wanted to suck every cock put in front of me and get fucked by any guy who wanted to fuck me - all in a public area of the bathhouse. From what I read about this particular place online, it was perfect for that. There was a dark room in it with a "cocksuckers pit", where you would enter and either go to the lower part to suck cock or the upper part to get sucked. The guys in the upper part were standing on an elevated floor so there cocks were at face level to anyone in the lower part, with just a narrow opening to stick their dicks thru. Perfect! Anonymous and naughty! Once I got to the bathhouse and entered the door, the guy behind the window looked way too happy to see me. He was actually a hot guy, about 30 or so, and smiled the whole time he took my ID and money to let me in. Thankfully, they did have a couple rooms available but by the looks of the parking lot this place would still be packed. Hopefully everyone inside was cruising and playing, as opposed to hiding away in their rooms being antisocial and getting high (happens way too much at these places). I don't do any drugs and am just naturally a slut As soon as I got to my room adn got in to my towel, I headed out to find the room with the suck pit. While looking around, I was getting cruised pretty heavy. I got groped a few times, a couple guys tried to motion me in to their rooms, but I wasn't looking for any private fun. The pit room was what I wanted and so that's all I cared about. A few of these guys started to follow me as I made my way around and finally found the room. You could tell they were excited when I went inside it, as they were able to tell I was willing to play and not be shy about it at all. I went to the upper level because I figured letting some stranger suck my cock for a bit would be a good clue to everyone else that I was horny and ready. It didn't take long, once I was up there, to see some eager faces through the narrow opening below following my every move and waiting to see what I'd do. Like I said, I was ready, and so got up to the partition, opened up the front of my towel, and stuck my hard dick thru. In a second, a wet mouth had swallowed it and started furiously sucking. In no more than a few seconds after that, two guys had come up behind me to watch and feel me up. That didn't take long! Already I had a mouth on my cock and two guys feeling me up. I liked this place already! In fact, it was all insanely fast paced from that point on. One of the guys feeling me up took my towel off and tossed it in a corner somewhere. Now, I was totally naked. In the dim light, the guys could see that I was young, and I think they really got fired up by that. I suspect these were also a couple of the guys that had followed me from the better-lit halls, so they already had a good idea of what I looked like. I was in heaven, being totally felt up and molested like this. The creaking stairs leading to the upper level let me know whenever a new guy arrived, as did the heavy breathing. It wasn't long before I had hands all over me, including at least a couple feeling up my ass. Soon, I also felt one of these guys running his fingers along my hole. My face was still pressed to the wall in front of me, my cock being sucked by some anonymous stranger in the pit below me. I couldn't see who was behind me, and had no idea what any of them looked like. All I knew was that I was going to let them do anything and everything they wanted to do to me. Fuck me is what one of them obviously wanted, he got behind me and started rubbing his dick against my hole. I pushed my ass back a bit, giving him teh green light. At first, the guy sucking my cock below me (not sure if it was the same guy that started or a different one by now) seemed disappointed by this, as it caused me to pull my dick away from him a bit. But once he realized he had a front row seat to an impending raw fuck, he reached both arms thru the opening, grabbed my ass cheeks, and spread them. Alternating between rubbing his cock against my hole and fingering my ass now, the stranger behind be leaned forward to whisper in to my ear. "Is that a load inside you already?" he asked, noticing the cum from the young hottie that had fucked me earlier that night. "Yeah" I said. "Fuck yeah, boy" he responded. With that, he knew he had a young guy ready and willing to take it raw and take a load. That was his cue, and he pushed his bare dick up my hole and made me yelp. I was loving this... though I couldn't see any of them and was purposefully looking straight ahead at the black wall in front of me, I could tell there were likely 5-6 guys around me (on the upper level), each one now fully aware I'd not only taken a load earlier that night but now had a raw dick in me right now. With random hands feeling me up all over and occasionally one of them feeling around my hole and the top's cock to confirm I was taking it bare, I was getting fucked good by this stranger. I was in a haze now, not high but just totally horny and wanting everything these guys had to offer. This dude was fucking me good, and though he didn't announce it beforehand his quickened pace and thrusts, as well as gasps and groans, let everyone know he'd just shot his load in me. He pulled out, and his dick was immediately replaced by a couple fingers feeling for the cum that was inside me. Soon, the fingers were replaced by another cock as a different, total stranger got behind me and slid his dick in. Standing up, with two loads in me and a 3rd cock fucking me, the cum started to leak out of my hole and I'd occasionally feel guys running their fingers and hands around my inner thighs to feel the cum as it leaked out. It was like they were driven in to a frenzy by this, seeing that such a young guy was taking it raw in the midst of them. The cocks just kept coming, and guys just kept pumping me full. I seriously have no idea how many guys ended up fucking me, and I also have no idea what any of them looked like. I made it a point to keep facing forward, eyes closed, ass out, inviting anyone and everyone to use my hole. All throughout, guys would finger my ass after a last spent cock was pulled out. They were blown away by the noises all that cum oozing out of my ass was making. I kept hearing new guys coming up the stairs and the whispers of everyone around me. "Is he taking it raw?" "How many loads has he taken?!" "Is he high?" "Have you fucked him yet?" "Can anyone fuck him?" I wasn't saying a word, and really no one was even talking to me. It was all too hot - hearing them all talk about me like that, but not talking to me. They were all gathered around using me as a piece of meat and that's just how I wanted it. Soon, though, a guy did speak to me. He sounded latin, and despite the fact that I'd gotten fucked by countless cocks before him, when he rammed his in to me I thought I was going to pass out. This guy was huge, and I was not ready for it! I couldn't believe that despite having a hole soaking wet full of cum and having taken a whole bunch of dicks before his, it felt like he was splitting me apart. In most other circumstances, I would have told him to take it easy. In fact, I think he was all too used to having guys tell him to take it easy. He just figured that since I'd proven myself such a slut, he'd finally found a young guy that'd eagerly take that huge cock of his without complaining. I didn't want to disappoint my audience, though, and so didn't complain. I just took it. I moaned, I whimpered, I groaned, and I panted. I practically yelled out with each powerful thrust of his. But I made it a point to make my noises sound pleasureable instead of painful, and that drove him on to fuck the living hell out of me. I'd been pretty quiet before this guy, but I couldn't help be the loudest bottom you've ever heard as he slammed me hard. When he'd pull out, it felt like my whole body was being emptied. When he pushed in, it just never stopped. He was hitting parts of me I'd never had hit before, and my knees were going weak and I almost couldn't take it anymore. I'm not going to lie... this guy was tearing me up. I really was considering begging him to stop. It got to the point where it was honestly not feeling good anymore. His cock was too much, and he was being way too brutal with it. The only thing that kept me going was knowing there were so many guys standing around watching, and knowing how turned on they must all be by the spectacle. I was fighting to take it, but barely hanging on. "You slut!" this big-dicked latin stud said. He started going off with the dirty talk. "You like all these loads, boy?" "You love cock, don't you?" All I'd do was moan my responses, not having said an actual word since I'd entered the bathhouse. "Want my cum?" he asked. I moaned an affirmative, but that wasn't enough for him. "Answer me! Tell me you want it." he demanded. That brought dirty talk out of a bunch of the other strangers around me. "Beg for his load, boy" "Tell him you want it" "Beg!!" I kept hearing. "Give it to me! I need it!" I finally yelled out between gasps. "Yeah?! You do?!" he shot back. "Yes! Cum in me! Please!" I wailed. "You want me to breed you?!" "Yes, I do!" "Badly?!" "Yes, please!!" "I'm going to breed you and be with you forever!" he said back. I didn't realize what that might have meant at the time, and am not even sure today if he was really saying what I now suspect he might have been. All I do know is that I said "DO IT!" back to him, and with a massive moan this horsehung latin stud slammed his dick in to me as deep as it would go, practically tearing me apart, and fired out a huge load. I could feel it pumping in to me. I know that's a stereotypical thing to say, but I really could. I could feel his cock pulsing, and it drove me wild. He kept shooting and shooting, his body convulsing behind me. He had his arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed to my back. Thank goodness he did, too, because it was about all that was keeping me on my feet. Eventually, he pulled out. "Good boy" he said, and he left. I was royally fucked and used, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. I was certain that guy had ripped my ass, and my legs were starting to cramp up. My hole was sloppy, and nothing was stopping all the cum from oozing out of me. But even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. Another guy had already taken the latin's place, and I was already getting fucked yet again. Eventually, I wasn't standing up against the wall anymore. I'd slid down to the floor and was lying on my stomach, ass up. I just couldn't stand anymore, but no one seemed to care. Guys would get get on top of me and start fucking me. Most came, though some only wanted to use my hole for awhile before moving on and seeing who else they could play with. Still hearing guys around me talk about me, their words kept me going. As exhausted as I was, I felt like I owed it to everyone to stay around and was feeling so slutty I didn't want to leave. "Goddamn, he's still here?!" "I think everyone in the place has fucked him." "Look at all that cum." "Can I fuck him next?" "This is the boy I told you about!" I either looked hot as hell on that floor - a young guy, totally used, cum all over my hole - or I just looked totally trashy haha. Who knows. Either way, guys kept coming in to fuck me. At some point, I could tell that a few of the guys around me had black tshirts and jeans on instead of just the white towels everyone else was in. I suspect these guys both worked at the place, as I'd noticed the staff all were wearing black tshirts and jeans. They all fucked me too, and I felt pretty proud of myself that the staff were leaving their posts or putting their work on hold to take a turn at my cumfilled ass. I could also tell some guys had taken pics of it all. The clicks and flashes of their camera phones made that obvious, but who knows if any of those pics turned out given how dark it was and how crappy cell fone cams can be. Again, I have no idea how many guys fucked me. I have no idea how many loads I took. A random guess? 30-40, but there's no real way to know. I didn't count, and it was impossible to tell who shot in me and who didn't and who came back for seconds or more. Likewise, I never really got a good look at any of them. I could tell some were skinny, I could tell some were old. I could tell some were hairy and others smooth. Some were old, for sure, and a few even seemed young. All races. All cocksizes. Some pierced, some not. I would have stayed there on that floor, or even gotten up against the wall again like I originally had been, but after awhile the new cocks stopped cumming as I suspect I'd gotten fucked by everyone there who wanted a piece. By now, just a few guys were still hovering around me, playing with my hole and talking to eachother about what I'd done. They even tried talking to me some, but I wasn't really being responsive. I didn't want to speak. I just wanted to be this moaning, vacant slut. I stayed there a little longer, thinking about whether I should get up and look for my towel but waited a bit because I didn't want to look around and catch a glimpse of any of the guys around me. I was loving the anonymity of it all, and wanted to keep it that way. After a bit, the guys started to venture off and I figured it was safe to pick myself up and move around. I spotted a couple towels on teh floor in the corner, and grabbed one. Like me, it was soaked in cum. Not wrapping it around me, I just held it in my hand and made my way back to my room. The stares I got as I walked through the hall were priceless. I felt like a celebrity, and since the halls were more brightly lit than the pit room I could actually see the guys around me and couldn't help but wonder which ones had dumped a load in me or watched it all or what. I got back to my room, closed the door, and wondered what to do next. Head back out for more? Cruise the halls? Jerk off? I decided I'd just head back to my hotel, with all those countless loads in me. I didn't even shower or anything, and just got dressed and left. The guy working at the front flashed me a huge smile as I walked passed him on the way out and said "Hope you had fun!" "I did!", I said back. Being as insatiably horny as I am, and still not having cum yet, I got online again as soon as I got back to my hotel room. By now it was about 5am. I found some college guy who was looking to get fucked, and invited him over. I fucked him that morning, and shot what must have been a seriously massive load deep up inside him. Again, no condoms. Not even a request for them or slightest mention of him. I wonder what he would have thought if he knew I'd taken dozens of loads in the hours leading up to shooting my own in him. About 2 months after this experience, back in my home town, I went to get tested. I tested positive. Funny enough, I was kind of surprised. Despite what I'd done that night, I still wasn't expecting a poz result because I'd managed to avoid one through all the bbing I'd done before. I'm actually more surpised I didn't get anything else that night - not a single other STD but HIV. In truth, who knows if that night was really what did it. It could have been some innocent looking, 18yo twink that did it. It could have been any of the random tricks I'd had, one-on-one or in small groups, apart from that bathhouse night. It could have been any of the guys I hooked up with while in that town or any of the others I've been to. Who knows. All I know is that I'm poz now, and not minding it one bit. I still fuck. I still get fucked. I still give loads and take loads. I still hook up with tons of young hotties, and still take loads from any and all manner of other kinds of guys. I've gotten fucked and taken loads through gloryholes, been to other bathhouses, been to wild parties and orgies, and most anything else you can imagine. And everytime I go to a club, I still spot tons of other guys I've been with. Some of them are likely poz now too. Some of them were likely poz before I was. Either way, there's not a raw load out there that I'll turn down, and I've also yet to find a hottie that won't take my own load.

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

sucking dick and more specifically swallowing cum is considered "low risk" so this is a personal choice of how much risk you are comfortable with. the advice from experts is always going to be a CYA scenario as the whole safesex message relied on a "assume everyone with a penis is a pathological liar not to be trusted" mentality

Thanx 4 the great story stud...and 😛good luck on the chase...keep us up to date on your chasin adventures, your experience with the fuck flu and all the hot & horny details!!👦🍑🍆💦☣️🦂🔥😈

Part 5 Panting and covered in sweat I finally reached the park, stopping at the same spot I stopped last week when I met Drew. Straddling my bicycle I could feel my hard meat straining against my shorts. I knew my underwear was soaked with the precum oozing from my cockhead. I had to stop myself from grabbing my groin and stroking. My eyes were darting all around, desperate to see Drew. But I didn't see him. I looked at my watch and noted it was around the same time of day as last week. Damn! I said to myself. Where is he? I need him to be here. This whole past week I kept reliving everything Drew and I did together in his apartment. I remembered the taste of his lips and precum, how much I loved eating his hole. I jacked off again and again at the memory of the tight warm wetness of his ass as I fucked him over and over as he encouraged me to breed him, to fuck my cum into him. My married cheating cum he called it a number of times which for some reason had heightened my lust. I found myself also wanting more of whatever it was we had smoked. It had made me let him take me down a path that I wanted to travel again. I had found myself checking out gay porn on the computer and jacking off to it every day. Drew had awakened urges inside me and I needed to satisfy those urges more. There weren't many people in the park but I realized I was noticing a few guys who were in sight. Some were maybe my age and others looked to be closer to Drew's age and I started wondering what they looked like naked. My gaze settled on a pair of guys coming out of a cluster of trees. My first thought was that it was a dad and his son out together in the park. They were walking slowly together talking to each other obviously. The older guy was mid 40's I guessed. Clean shaven, dark curly hair, wearing a pair of shorts that showed off tanned hairy legs, a tight white t-shirt and sandals. The younger one was also clean shaven with short brown hair and wearing sneakers – no socks – and a pair of gym shorts. He was carrying a t-shirt in one hand leaving his muscled hairy chest in plain sight. I wanted to run my tongue through his chest hair and hear him moan. They were walking in my direction and I kept watching. Then I saw the older guy run his hand down the young guy's ripped stomach and they were close enough for me to hear the boy moan. Hardly believing what I saw the boy moved his hand and cupped the other guy's crotch. Right there in the open! My dick was throbbing! I glanced quickly around and noticed no one else was near. It was just the 3 of us. Surely they weren't dad and son I told myself but their touching each other had me thinking of Drew and how he called me daddy. One more thing that turned me on but I couldn't say why. As they got nearer to me the young guy looked up and noticed me, still straddling my bicycle and looking at them. I could now see his lips were full and his eyes were a bright green. He grinned at me and said, “Hey man. How you doing?”, drawing the older guy's attention to me as well. I could make out flecks of gray in his dark hair and was very aware of his hard nips evident under his tight shirt. I felt an urge to lick and suck on them. He grinned too. “Nice bike guy. This is a good place to ride isn't it?” Trying to gain my composure I agreed that it was and that this was only my second time here. Before they had a chance to respond I heard myself asking, “Were you all in the trees just now? It looked like I saw you just appear out of the group of trees.” They looked at each other quickly and the young guy smiled and said, “Yeah but we weren't just in the trees. There's a path where you saw us come out that goes back into the park. It's private and secluded and you can see things that you won't see out here.” “Damn right!” the older guy said and they both snickered. “You oughta check it out,” he continued. “Yeah, c'mon,” the boy said. “We'll show you.” I couldn't say what it was but something about the way they were looking at me and their eagerness to show me this path was making me want to go with them. “I guess not,” I said unconvincingly. “I don't want to leave my bicycle out here where someone could steal it.” The good looking older guy told me the path was wide enough and I could bring my bike with me. I heard myself agreeing to let them show me the path and we headed in that direction. As we walked the boy told me his name was Ryan and the older guy introduced himself as Kevin. I told them my name and we said it was nice to meet each other. We approached the spot that I saw them exit the trees and sure enough there was a fairly wide path leading deeper into the cluster of trees. The path looked pretty well used and I mentioned this. “Oh yeah,” Kevin said smiling at Ryan. “It's used a lot. It's very popular.” He laughed and led the way with me following behind him and Ryan behind me. I couldn't help but notice how good Kevin's ass looked in his tight shorts and tried not to stare but wasn't doing a good job of it apparently. Because suddenly I felt Ryan right next to me and he said, “Yeah looks pretty hot, huh?” I stopped and looked at him. I stuttered a bit and asked him what he was talking about. Ryan grinned at me and licked his lips. “You know, Justin. Kevin's ass. Looks damn good with those tight shorts on doesn't it?” He ran a hand through the dark hair on his chest and involuntarily I let out a low moan. “What are you two talking about?” Kevin asked walking back toward us. Ryan didn't take his eyes off me as he answered Kevin, “Justin and I were saying how hot your ass looks in those tight shorts. Weren't we Justin?” “Yeah?” Kevin asked standing right in front of me. “I'm glad you think so Justin. You're damn hot yourself. Want to see my ass without the shorts on?” My heart and head were pounding as I felt my cock aching to get out of my shorts. Not waiting for an answer Kevin turned around in front of me, unsnapped the button on his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I gasped seeing his tight muscled hairy ass cheeks. “Hot ass isn't it Justin?” Ryan whispered as I felt his grip on my bulging crotch. “Bet you wanna touch it. Maybe even taste it, huh? His ass tastes so good. And he loves having it tongued.” “Fuck yeah I do!” Kevin answered wiggling his perfect bare ass at me. “Come on stud, eat my hole! Get your tongue in there!” I was moaning loudly now and felt Ryan pushing my shoulders down until I was on my knees, my face just inches from Kevin's bare exposed hairy hole. All the built up lust and need from the past week washed over me and I grabbed those meaty hairy cheeks and pulling them apart I buried my face and tongue in the offered hole. All it took was the first taste and I was devouring his manhole as passionately as I had eaten out Drew's last week. “Oh fuck yeah man!” Kevin cried out. “That's it stud! Eat that hairy hole. Get in their deep! Damn dude you're making my hole feel so fucking good!” I was licking and kissing and sucking on his hole probing as deep inside him as I could. I realized in my obsessed mind that I was tasting something that I hadn't tasted when I ate Drew's hole. Something kind of tart and wet. It took me a moment to realize what it was. There was cum in Kevin's asshole and I was sucking it out of him and swallowing it as I ate his ass! Oh fuck! I felt Ryan's wet lips at my ear and heard him whisper, “Yeah you're tasting that cum in there now aren't you Justin? Yeah man that's it. Eat his ass and suck that cum out of there. Suck MY cum out of his ass daddy!” What?! I screamed in my head. Ryan's cum in Kevin's ass? Ryan fucked Kevin?! Oh fuck!! I ate and sucked harder as I realized what Ryan had just told me. (to be continued)

**hey guys thanks for all your comments. glad you're liking it so far. drew is just getting started on justin's seduction.** Part 4 Drew had grabbed my hand and led me from the couch to his bedroom. He had me take a couple more hits of the fuck smoke as he sucked on my neck and nibbled my earlobe. My dick had never been so hard and needing to nut! “That's it, daddy,” he whispered in my ear as I exhaled my second hit. “Take that smoke in and let it help you let go and give in. It always makes me so damn horny. Is it making you horny too, daddy?” I moaned lustfully as I ran my hands down his toned naked sweaty back. “Hell yeah it is! Making me hornier than I've ever been.” Drew ran his tongue lightly over my lips and pulled his face back looking into my eyes. “Horny enough to want to fuck me, Justin? Horny enough to slide your hard cheating married cock into my boyhole and fuck me til you cum?” “Yes! Oh yes please!” I begged, having silenced the voices in my mind telling me earlier I couldn't do this. At this moment all I wanted was to give this hot young seductive stud what he wanted from me – my hard cock and cum. Drew had grinned with a look of hunger in his eyes and pushed me back onto his bed so I was flat on my back with my rigid throbbing boner swaying in the air. He got on the bed and straddled my waist lighting the pipe once again. Taking a huge hit he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, using his tongue to coax my lips to open, and then blew the smoke into my mouth. Surprised by this I instinctively inhaled drawing more of the white smoke into my brain and blood. Suddenly we were making out, our tongues exploring each other's mouth, moaning into each other. As we continued deep kissing I was only slightly aware of Drew's hand reaching behind him and taking hold of my cock. He stroked it slowly up and down a few times before breaking our kiss. He rose up just barely from my hips and moved barely backward and I felt my dripping cockhead touch the heat of his eager hole. “Fuck me daddy! Fuck your hard raw cock inside me and fuck the hell out of your boy's ass! Please fuck me!!” Saying that he pushed back and down and I felt a warmth and wetness I'd never known envelope my cockhead and a couple inches of the shaft. We both moaned loudly as I moved deeper inside his body, his ass almost pulling me in. “Oh fuck!” I cried out. “Oh my gawd your ass feels so good, so wet!” Drew ran his hands across my sweating chest as we both felt my balls rest against his ass cheeks. “And your dick feels fucking amazing daddy! So hard and thick. Filling me up.” He rubbed my stiff pointed nips and I arched my back in response nudging my cockhead further into his chute. “Oh yeah! Give it all to me daddy! You like my ass around your cock, Justin? Is it better than fucking pussy?” “So much better baby! So tight and sweet. I can't believe how great your ass feels!” Drew leaned down and gave me a brief kiss then raised back up running his hands over his smooth body looking intently at me. “Then let's fuck daddy!” he growled as he raised up off my cock until just the head rested inside, then slammed down on the full length of my shaft. And with that Drew began fucking himself on my cock, eventually rolling onto his back so I could slam deep and hard into his hole. Over the next hour-plus he showed me sexual pleasures I could not have imagined before meeting him. As I told him I was about to cum inside him for the 3rd time he wrapped his arms and legs tighter around me and answered, “Hell yes daddy! Give me another hot thick load of your married cum! You want to breed me again with your cheating horny cock don't you daddy? Tell me how hot it is giving your cock and cum to someone besides your wife!” I pounded harder into him, my rhythm all but disappearing. “Yes, yes it is fucking hot and so damn good boy! Here it cums baby! Take my married cum again in your guts where it belongs!” I thrust forward one more time and unloaded another load in this jock's hole, a load that felt as big as the first one I gave him. Spent and covered in sweat I pulled out of him and lay there for a few minutes. Rousing myself I started getting dressed telling Drew I had to get home. I had been gone way longer than usual and my wife was going to be worried..or pissed. As he walked me to his front door Drew kissed me softly on the lips and softly said, “I hope she won't be mad at you Justin. But even if she is, it was worth it wasn't it?” I nodded and said “Yes” as I heard the door close behind me and I got my bike and headed home. (more soon)

Like above, parents were divorced pretty early, so didn’t spend too much time with my biological dad. But I called my step-dad just “dad”. He was around since I was about 10. When I was about 14, I would play in hockey tournaments around the province, and while we’d usually go as a family, sometimes it’d just be me and him. That usually meant spending a night or two at a hotel in another city, and occasionally we’d share the single bed in the room. We’d always get into our shorts and tshirts and then watch a show or something before falling asleep, but one time he just got down to his underwear and crawled into bed like that. And I didn’t really do anything about it, but the next night I just did the same, him and me just sleeping our boxers. At one point he just kinda put his arm around me and held me, and I remember feeling so good. Anyway, it kinda kept happening. We’d be away maybe once every two months for a tournament. One night he just came out of the bathroom fully naked, which I think was the first time I’d ever seen him without anything on. And he kind of just kept lounging naked, so I went to take my shower and did the same, came out of the bathroom naked. It’s hard to sort of describe it, but we both sort of “knew’ what was happening, but couldn’t really say anything obviously. I just got into bed naked and he eventually followed. That first night we didn’t really do anything, just sort of laid there, but eventually we did spoon for a bit. I was so nervous, I think we were both shaking. From there it just got more and more each time. We would jerk of together, then we started making out more, eventually we’d suck each other. And then yeah, he’d eventually start fucking me. The craziest thing was the first time he tried it, I asked him if we should use a condom and he just kinda froze and then stopped altogether, like the shame if it kinda hit him. So the next night (this was a 3 day trip), I didn’t ask. I was just like whatever this is, I want it. He became the first guy to ever cum in me. I really felt like it was [banned word], but I also really loved him, and he said the same. Eventually we could talk more about it as it was happening, and it became less weird. We did this for years, up until I graduated high school. I remember kind of towards the end, he started having me fuck him too, and that really felt special. Like we’d really shared something together. Dad and son sharing our cum together. it obviously had to end at some point, mostly cause we just didn’t have the circumstance to do it. But I don’t regret it or feel like it messed me up.

I have to admit the text from Toby asking if I wanted to fuck his arse has improved my mood slightly. His twink arse was tight and always tasty because as I’d found out to my horny delight was that he was a real cock whore. The kind of preppy whore in waiting that I wish I had been when I was growing up. But I had to wait til college before I first took cock. From what he’d told me he’d been taking cock since he was 16 or 17. Taking it. And giving it. He was alone that night as his parents had gone away until Saturday morning and as he had to “study” they’d taken his younger siblings with them. On the surface he was a Grade A sports all rounder; destined for a good college, a good job and a wife. Underneath he was a dirty minded fuck boi who loved cum. As I turned into the alley that led to the back of his house I pulled my wet speedos of the plastic bag that I always placed them in after a swim. Pulling my semi hard cock out of my chinos, I pissed all over them, not caring if I pissed over my hands and placing them back in their plastic bag. Job done I walked to his back gate and pushed it open. I walked into a garden with a large pool. A set of French windows opened into a conservatory. From where I stood I could hear the deep beat of techno music - not loud enough to annoy the neighbors but loud enough to mask any sounds not normally associated with twilight; dim lighting in the pool and discernible a glass pipe. Toby was in a greedy mood. I stripped down and slipped my Speedo’s on, pushing all my clothes into my bag. I walked up to the pool and dropped my bag to one side. I heard waves in the pool and turn to see Toby slowly swimming towards me. Even in the light I could see his was wide-eyed. And naked. I lay down on a sun bed and watched as he lazily emerged from the pool and stretched. His cock was stiff and his balls jutted out because of the thick rubber cockring I knew he was wearing. He wandered over and sat spreadeagled at the end of the bed. It was a warm night and the water had dried on his skin. Only his hair an the tip of his cock were dripping. He leaned forward to kiss me. “Hi, baby.” His lips touched me and with one hand he grazed my tits making me moan. He traced his lips down my torso, stopping to lick my belly button before taking a deep sniff, moaning with delight and burying his face deep in my pissy speedos. After we’d first met it was clear that Toby was more than your average young gay boy. He had been debauched and ruined at the age of 16 by a summer sports coach and his buddy. And I mean ruined. How they had recognized the dirty whore in him was beyond me but by the end of the summer he was their cum rag, whored out to friends and strangers and on a permanent supply of Prep. I’d never heard the full story but he’d promised to tell me everyone one day. Tonight after all the teasing and disappointment, Toby was exactly what I needed. I watched as he the piss from my Speedo’s, reaching in pull my cock and balls free to lick the sweat and piss and pre cum from them. He yanked my Speedo’s all the way off and threw them into the pool, and looked up expectantly. I smiled at him and pull his mouth onto my cock. Without a moments hesitation I slowly started to dribble warm piss into his mouth. He gripped my hips as I put my hand on the back of his head. I felt my bladder relax as it started to release a controlled torrent of piss down his throat. I didn’t want him to miss a drop and sure enough he didn’t, but he kept sucking my cock for a while and I admit I was almost enjoying it too much. But I was on a clock. I pulled him off my computer and playfully slapped his face and pointed at the pipe. He grinned and picked it up, lit it and handed it to me. I took a drag and held it. Fuck I needed this and his cunt. I stood up and flexed knowing he wanted to see my hard, dripping pierced cock. I watched as he took a drag then laid out on the sun bed and raised his legs. I know what that meant. I knelt down and sniffed and licked his wet hole. Fuck he was loaded. I isn’t know how many loads were buried in his cunt but I was determined to bleed my seed and mix it in. Grabbing his ankles I pushed my cock against his boy-tight hole. He moaned as I felt his cunt muscle resist for a few second before I popped into his warm arse. A cummy arse is an amazing thing. On a physical level, it’s wet and warm and indescribably moist. On some kind of metaphysical level the idea of plunging my bare, pierced cock into a swirling mass of dna, precum and blood was mind blowing. I knew I wouldn’t last long so I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits. Toby was obedient as I started to rhythmically pound his cunt he tweaked and teased my nipples. It felt amazing. Gazing into his eyes as my cock sloshed into his well used hole. So good that before long I was shooting my wad in to his sloppy mancunt, depositing my load for the first part of its journey. He grinned and rose up to snog me. I whispered into his ear that it was my turn and he didn’t resist. I slid my cock out of him and watched him disappear into the house. Lying there, I took another hit and played with my semi hard cock. Soon enough he was back and handed me the tool and bent over. We both chuckled as I pushed his mum’s turkey baster into his cunt to the hilt and pulled out a guey load of cum. I held it up to the dim light, mesmerised. I’ll never ceased to be amazed by manseed. It’s colour, texture and power. I slapped his arse and we swapped places, my legs in the air, cunt spread. Smiling, he took the baster and pushed it into my guts and released the warm load into cunt. I sighed. The warmth spread deep into my guts as I received the dna of god knows how many men and my own. Loaded with my own spunk has always been such a fucking turn on. Pulling out the baster he leaned forward to kiss me, inserting the baster between our lips to lick it clean. Then without any ceremony he rammed his big headed cock into my cunt. Holding it tight so no cum could escape, he rammed my cunt like some adolescent virgin, dumping his seed a final deposit. He shuddered as he emptied his nuts into my guts before pulling out. He kissed me, smiled and thanked me. It was my cue to leave. I slapped his arse and promised to come back soon. Leaving him dozing I got dressed and left the way I came. I needed to get home in time for what I really needed.

I hear you... and I guess Dante will appear again soon... ?

Recently I hooked up with a hot young total top guy on BBRT. He actually read my profile and saw I was into piss. After the first round of fucking. He showed me a selfie video of him pissing into a beer bottle...then hands me the bottle. He shot the video just before I got there. I drank it up. Later after more fucking he managed to give me a drink from the tap, but he struggled with pee shy but finally delivered a mouth full

Chapter 7: A Bad Morning “What the hell is going on with you, Stephen?” I looked up from my breakfast. Thomas looked tired. He had tossed and turned all night after our latest fight. “Nothing. Why?” I asked. He sighed and looked out the window. “Lately. You’ve been… different. Distant.” I had a sinking feeling in my stomach but put on my best innocent face. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Is there something wrong at work?” “No. Work is going well.” Images of my lunchtime rendezvous flickered through my mind. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it. I forced my thoughts back to Thomas as he sat at the chair across our table. “You’ve been complaining about everything around here recently. Like you don’t want to be be here anymore. Like you don’t want to be with me anymore.” “I really don’t know what you are talking about.” I lied. “Talk to me, Stephen.” The plea in his voice broke my heart. “Is there something wrong? Is there … is there someone else?” I wanted to tell him. I wanted to come clean. But I couldn’t. Maybe I’m just a coward, undeserving of him anyway. “I can’t believe you are asking me that. i can’t believe you have so little trust in me.” I stood up, put my dishes in the sink, and grabbed my jacket. I had to get out of the house! “Stephen.. please…” “I’ve got to go. I’ll be late for work.” I’m sure I heard a quiet sob behind me. I wanted to stop. But I couldn’t I couldn’t tell him what was going on. Traffic was a nightmare and that did nothing for my mood. I was late getting to the office and sat in my car for five minutes minutes to calm myself before going in. Calvin was busy at his desk and I gave him a perfunctory “good morning” as I walked by. “Stephen…” Calvin called. “Jack was looking for you. He said to tell you to be in his office by 9:30 AM.” Jack. My boss. The boss who had anonymously fucked me a couple days earlier. It was already 9:20 so I dropped my briefcase and jacket at my desk and hurried to Jack’s office. He looked up as I knocked on his door. “Stephen.” His look was dark. “Come in and close the door behind you.” Shit. This couldn’t be good. I sat in the chain in front of his desk. He pulled out a manilla folder. “Stephen. Do you like working here?” “Yes, Jack. I think this is a great company and we have a great team.” He nodded. “Your performance has, in the past, been exemplary. Recently, however, I’ve received complaints from other employes.” He opened the folder and reviewed the contents. “Long lunches and other periods when you are away from your desk. “The renovation team has been working above my office a lot. The noise can give me a headache so I’ve had to take a few breaks from my desk.” That was, of course, true. Just not the whole truth. “And tardiness. You were late again this morning, I believe.” “Yes. i got caught in traff…” He waved his hand and cut me off. “I’m not looking for excuses. And there is another thing…” He seemed uncomfortable as he continued. “You know I don’t care about your personal life… I have nothing against gay people. I have friends who are gay.” Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. “But… “ he continued. “When it affects your work. When it affects this company and our image… well… I have to take notice.” He pulled another sheet of paper and pushed it towards me. It was an print out of a webpage. “Cum slut looking for loads” the headline read. I glanced through the print out. $20 for a blow job, $40 for a fuck. There were two pictures in the ad. One was a close up of a guy at a gloryhole with a dick in his mouth. The second picture he was bent over a sink with a dick up his ass. You couldn’t see the top in either picture but, despite the pictures being a bit blurry like a still taken from a video, my face was clearly visible in both. The text of the ad gave the company address and referenced an open door in the alley. So this was the ad that Dan had been posting about me. “What in the hell were you thinking?” Jack asked. “You have embarrassed this company. You have embarrassed me and the rest of the team. Senior management wants you gone.” I said nothing. What could I say. He seemed to grow more upset as the moments ticked by. 
“Well? What you you have to say for yourself?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” And then I realised that I was not quite powerless. ““Actually just one thing. If you don’t want employees turning tricks in the building, maybe you shouldn’t be there fucking them.” His face was expressionless. “What are you talking about?” “Wednesday.” I said, suddenly contemptuous. “You sure seemed to enjoy fucking me here then. It sounded like it anyway when you told me you were cumming.” “You dare accuse me of such a thing?” He seemed smug. He thought he held all the cards. “Do you think anyone is going to believe you?” I gestured to the pictures. I hoped to hell he wasn’t the person who had put up the cameras… it had to be Dan. “Look at the room where those were taken. You recognize it don’t you? Do you think I’m the only one who was visible on these videos? Won’t take much more proof than that.” His face went pale and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had him. “So I suggest you come up with a story for senior management. Maybe you can tell them that some disgruntled former employee used photoshop to try to embarrass the company. Surely that is at least as likely as a current employee turning tricks on his lunch hour.” it was Jack’s turn to sit and say nothing. i could see the gears turn in his head but his face turned paler. He believed he was caught. I didn’t have any videos, of course, but he had no way to know that. I stood up and smiled. “You know, Jack. I never knew you were gay. Guess it explains a lot though.” He blushed. He was kind of cute, I decided. For a closet case. “And don’t worry… if you do a good job at convincing senior management, I wouldn’t mind letting you have another go at my ass. I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind it either.” I turned and left him sitting, pale and silent, in his office.