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As I finish cleaning Jack's dick, he looks into my face, and he can see I did enjoy even the pain as he gets off the bed. I know Jack filmed this, but I did not realize it was also a live broadcast. I put my finger in my hole and feel the cum, take some and see how it looks, and put it in my mouth as Jack looks at me and then smiles. You are a natural-born pig. Then, sit beside me, and I see the strap and syringe. It's time to educate me on how to give,e a slam, as you will learn to love it. Jack shows me how to find a Vain, and with my skinny arms, it's not easy, but we do. The strap is put on my arm. I find the vain I see the flash of blood. As I pause, Jack smiles as I push the plunger the release the strap. Once I stop coughing, I feel the rush as Jack puts me on my back and puts my legs over my shoulders and drives his dick into my sore hole, and fucks me senseless as I'm moaning in the ecstasy of pleasure as I watch Jack pound away on my hole as he keeps talking to me about me becoming pregnant with his baby batter. Jack puts a plug in my hole so his loads don't leak out and keeps me ready for more as Jack keeps saying in about3 weeks at most I will be changed for life.

As I bend over the table, Jack spreads my ass cheeks, and I feel his tongue rimming my hole. I've never had this done before, as the feeling is so wonderful. As Jack strokes my dick, a great awakening is happening as Jack gets up and kisses the back of my neck, then whispers we have to get you ready. Jack hands me a bottle of Magnesium Citrate and tells me to drink it fast this is the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted then Jack gives me 64 oz. Of water to drink. I feel bloated Jack tells me to lie down and rest I feel my stomach growling as Jack disappears and I lay on the couch. Suddenly I have to go to the toilet, and I make it as my insides are emptying as Jack stands there laughing. Jack: boy over the next few weeks your life will change forever or you can leave now. Jack shows me how to douche my hole out as a clean hole makes Tops happy, so nothing gets in the way he says. I wonder what he is talking about. Then he hands me a razor and to takes off what little hair I have on my body Boy, let's go downstairs and have some real fun. The basement is set up as a film studio and sex dungeon Jack shows me a video of what is going to happen to me and what will happen to me if I don't follow his orders as he will keep me safe. The lust on their face begging Jack to fuck them more and this might be me? Jack showed me how to use poppers and then told me I could scream all I wanted as the first few times it would be painful being a virgin Get on your hands & knees and spread your legs. Jacks put cuffs on my ankles with a chain to bed corners. I can't escape now as I see Jack putting a P. A. into the head of his dick Jack opens a drawer and puts some powder on the head of his dick and says this is going to burn but you will soon be begging for it. Jack's tongue is back licking my hole which is a wonderful feeling he stops I feel jacks dick head on my ass hole and asks this is your last chance to leave. What other choices do I have? His dick starts to push in and I feel the pressure I ask Jack to slow down he slaps my ass cheek and to shut up as he keeps pushing in I'm screaming begging Jack to stop but he pushes all the way in with all his body weight on top of me and stops and tell me to try to squeeze his dick it feels better then I'm getting this rush from the drug he put on his dick. Jack whispers in my ear I just change your life as I'm making you pregnant with the loads I'm about to give you. The more he fuck me the better feel. I can feel the heat from Jack as his sweat is dripping on me as he pulls out and I see the dark blood on Jack's dick and he tells me to clean it with my mouth

Part 23 I was sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed in one of the two bedrooms in Kevin's apartment. Ryan and Drew were with me and were making sure I was drinking plenty of water and gatorade. We had come here after Drew asked if I was going to be in trouble with my wife after being gone all afternoon. I told him she was out of town for a few days with my daughter and it was just me and my son Jeremy at home while they were gone. I added that I hardly saw Jeremy much since he was always off doing things with friends. “You got that right,” Ryan had laughed and I asked what he meant. And what Drew had meant about helping me to get to have sex with Jeremy. Then he had told me. A little more than a month ago he had met a young guy at the same park where he had met me. He couldn't say for sure since he didn't know what my son looked like but he thought it might be my son because the guy's name was Jeremy. After talking briefly with him Drew found out that his Jeremy was wanting to have sex with other guys and explore around some. Drew had taken him over to Ryan's place and they had introduced the guy to smoking tina and man-sex. “He got into it all right away. Even quicker than you did, Daddy Justin,” Drew had chuckled. He and Ryan had shown the guy quite a lot that first time and Drew had popped his cherry. Then he asked if I had a picture of my son. I told him there was one in my wallet in my shorts and Ryan found them and brought them to me. With trembling hands I had opened my wallet and showed them a picture of my son. “Hot damn!” Ryan blurted out, followed by Drew telling me the Jeremy he had met in the park was my son. I had set there in a daze on the edge of the picnic table listening to what they were telling me, my drug-hazed mind trying to take it all in. I didn't know what to say or think but Drew noticed that my cock was totally hard again and commented on it. “Looks like you're turned on Daddy Justin knowing I got your son high and took his cherry. Just like I took yours.” I groaned and wrapped my hand around my rock-hard boner. Finally finding my voice I shakily asked Drew what made him think that Jeremy would want to have sex with me, his own father. Maybe he was just into younger guys like Drew and Ryan. That's when Kevin had joined in the conversation. “There's a good reason we think that buddy,” he'd said sitting next to me on the picnic table. “The following weekend Drew brought Jeremy over to my place to party and play with me and a couple of my friends, about my same age. To make a long story short he got into the dad/son incest roleplay real fast and was calling each of us Daddy and loved when we called him son. At one point one of my buddies asked him about his own dad, if he was hot.” Kevin's gaze bore into my eyes as he paused then continued, saying, “and Jeremy told us his dad was hot as hell and he'd jacked off before, thinking about having sex with him. With YOU, Justin.” “Oh shit!” I'd moaned, and had to take my hand off my cock to keep myself from cumming. “So you see, Daddy Justin, it's something we can help make happen for you. If you want,” Drew softly said as he placed his lips on mine and slid his tongue inside my mouth. Even as I had started kissing Drew back my mind was going a mile a minute and the forbidden desire grew into a dark irresistable hunger. Everything I had believed all my life about right and wrong, about what was and was not acceptable disappeared entirely, replaced by a hellish pulsing carnal eagerness to enjoy what these studs were offering me. They had broken me and I wanted to experience the decadence they had so easily led me to. “Yes,” I'd croaked, looking at Drew. “I want.” So now, here we were, at Kevin's place, waiting for my son Jeremy to show up. Kevin had called him before we ever left the park and asked if he wanted to come over tonight and have some fun with him and Drew and Ryan, and, he'd added, another friend of his who was around Kevin's age. Jeremy hadn't hesitated to excitedly tell Kevin that yes, he wanted to. I was nervous as hell while we waited but also turned on in a way I couldn't believe or describe. Drew and Ryan and I were in the bedroom with the door closed as we sat watching the live stream on the computer screen on the table in front of us. Kevin had hidden cameras and microphones throughout his apartment and we were going to watch him and Jeremy before eventually joining them. Kevin was getting things ready in the living room as we watched him set a couple of crystal-filled pipes and lighters on the coffee table along with a bottle of poppers, then put a hot bareback dvd in his player and checked with us to make sure we could hear and see him okay. Drew told him we could and a moment later there was a knock on the door of the apartment, making me jump. Drew laughed easily and handed me a glass pipe and lighter and told me to take a couple hits and to get ready to watch the show. I took a deep draw on the pipe once the smoke started swirling, my eyes and ears locked onto the computer screen in front of us. Kevin looked into the camera and winked at us before he opened the door. I moaned deep and felt my pulse quicken as I saw Jeremy standing there and then grin when he saw Kevin, who was wearing nothing but a snug-fitting jockstrap. “Fucking hot!” I heard Jeremy say as he eyed the sexy stud in front of him. Kevin chuckled. “Glad you think so, son,” and invited Jeremy inside. As soon as the door was closed the two immediately began making out, their moans loud even though muffled with their lips locked together. I blew out my third cloud and handed the pipe to Ryan as I felt my nervousness fade away watching Kevin and my teen-aged son. From next to me Drew kissed my neck and asked if I was okay. “Hell yeah!” I answered back, not taking my eyes from the screen. After making out for a few minutes Kevin broke the kiss and said, “Get out of those clothes son. Let your daddy see your hot naked body.” I knew Kevin meant me, but Jeremy thought it was his roleplay daddy. Jeremy quickly undressed and I gasped. His body was magnificent! Muscled, hard, a slight dusting of hair on his upper body. And his cock! Oh fuck, his cock! It was rigid and standing straight out from his tight abs and had to be at least as big as mine, if not bigger. Ryan pulled on one of my nips and said, “Your son is damn hot-looking isn't he, Justin? And look at that cock man!” That's exactly what I was looking at. We heard Jeremy ask Kevin, “Do you like seeing me naked Daddy Kevin?” in a voice deeper than I'd ever heard Jeremy use before. “Fuck yeah I do son!” Kevin answered. “Cmon,” Kevin continued, leading Jeremy to the couch. “Let's get you high and fucked up before we have some fun.” As they sat down on the couch and Kevin reached for the full pipe and one of the lighters Jeremy asked where Drew and Ryan and Kevin's friend were. “They'll be here soon,” Kevin told him. “Now here, suck on this glass cock and let's get this party started.” Jeremy eagerly and expertly placed the pipe's stem between his lips as Kevin lit the flame beneath the bowl. Jeremy started drawing in the thick smoke and we all heard Kevin say, “Get fucked up good son. This is going to be a night like you've never had!” And I watched my young handsome son inhale the fuck smoke that I was already hooked on. I couldn't wait to see how nasty it made him, just like it makes me. (to be continued)

At a sex=party I typically join the smirking DISBELIEF crowd when an old-school, nervous 'safe sex' player mumbles something about 'oh fun, let me find a condom'. That shit won't get me. I want me sex RAW, bb, BAREBACK, skin-on-skin as in DEVOUTLY UNSAFE and anxious to accept or share random DNA. Won't know his name, his 'status' or possibly what he 'looked like' in a police line-up... but if I see or hear anything about CONDOMS I hop up and out like it's KRYPTONITE! OOPS look at the time! I politely decline!

And there it is, a week later, after the morning shower

I think there's a much larger set of problems than a lack of a sense of community, although that's part of it (as I'll mention). There was a time when the options for gay men's lives in the United States (and elsewhere, but I can't speak to conditions in other countries specifically) were very, very limited, even in large metropolitan areas. Although even bars got raided, gay bars were one of the handful of places where men could meet men like themselves; and for men who couldn't bring home another man for sex (whether because there was a wife at home, or mom and dad, or nosy neighbors or roommates, baths filled a niche need for a place to have a sexual outlet. Out of necessity, more than anything else, gay bars and bathhouses became de facto community centers, because the idea of an actual community center, with resources available in broad daylight with highly visible public signage and internet ads and webpages detailing the services the center provides, was a pipe dream. The bars and baths took money from the community and gave back to the community; they WERE the community, in many places. Once the gay rights movement took off, things began to shift (even as our advances were partially offset by losses). In the seventies, the bars and baths were making money hand over fist; the bars reacted by specializing in particular clienteles, the baths by competing on amenities and special attractions. Baths maintained the pretense of being "health clubs" where people worked out and enjoyed the sauna or steam room and where sex was just something "happened" (even when the weight machines never got touched), but actual sex clubs sprang up where there was no pretense at all. But as states began repealing their sodomy laws, or even simply not enforcing them any more (de facto repeal), other venues began to arise: actual community centers, gay bookstores, gay coffee shops - places you could go to and meet other gay people without it having to be about sex or over alcohol, which had been sorely lacking, so competition for the gay dollar. (In smaller cities and towns, of course, the gay bar often remained the only social option, but we're talking about the places big enough to support bathhouses.) Then HIV/AIDS came along, and whether it was prudent or effective to shut down the baths and sex clubs as a way to prevent the spread, that's what was done in a lot of places. Or they were restricted in ways that cut way into business. A lot of that went away, eventually, but a lot of those locations never recovered. Meanwhile, a lot of gays came of age where regular trips to the bathhouses were NOT part of their coming out, so the baths were no longer a cash machine, especially in cities where soaring real estate values made building rents skyrocket. So maintenance and improvements suffered, as owners were unwilling or unable to pony up the cash to keep the places up. And at the same time, increasing acceptance of homosexuality meant fewer and fewer people HAD to go to the baths to have a place to fuck. That's not to say there isn't a transgressive appeal to the places - but the difference in volume of business between "almost everyone has to come to us for sex" and "people who really like indoor public sex with and in front of strangers come to us for sex" can be huge. So the places decline in terms of cleanliness and repair, which lessens the appeal for all but those who want a transgressive experience; which reduces the income stream further, which exacerbates the maintenance issue.... Factor in the losses of customers who actually died of HIV, and those who stopped having that kind of sex because it was deemed "risky". And I'll throw this in, though I know it certainly doesn't apply in all cases: drug usage/"partying" in the gay community. Drug habits are expensive, and I know of any number of gay bar owners who developed a drug habit over the years that sucked up profits from even thriving bars. When bars in Louisiana were allowed to have 3 video poker machines each, back in the early 90's, the typical bar in any of the state's larger (relatively speaking) cities on average got about $5,000 per month per machine as the bar's cut (and remember, that's for doing nothing except letting the machines sit on your bar for customers to play). At least one owner I know had such a drug habit (and so many friends with drug habits) that when a state-ordered local option election forced the removal of the machines in his parish (county) after almost five years, he'd spent literally every dime of the nearly $1 million extra dollars the machines had put in his pocket, most of it up his and his friends' noses. This isn't to say that all bathhouse owners were drug users - but for those who did partake (and I'm guessing it was a significant portion of them), that's a big drain on a cash engine that's already in decline. And as posts by some users here of late have indicated, the remaining places seem to be making stricter policies, removing amenities, and raising prices simultaneously - which might work for a product in high demand, but for one with already reduced appeal is probably a death sentence. In an ideal world, of course, every major city would welcome gay bathhouses like any other business, and there would be enough patrons willing to pay a reasonable fee for access to support maintaining the place in a safe and appealing condition. But that's not the world in which we live. Along the way, a lot of that role of "de facto community center" has been taken up by other institutions, not the least of which are actual community centers. You wouldn't know it from places like Texas or Florida, but public libraries - imagine! - in all sorts of places have LGBT resources often prominently on display. There are predominantly-LGBT groups in sports (gay rugby, gay softball, gay rodeo, you name it), entertainment (gay choruses, especially), hobbies (gay birders, of all things dear to my heart), and more. On the one hand, it's great that there are all these other options for interaction and reaching out and connecting the current generations of LGBT people with the incoming ones; and while I'm not opposed to drinking per se, I think the reduced emphasis on bars and alcohol as the center of gay connection is a good thing. But on the other hand, the fractured nature of gay connectivity in any decent sized community means it's harder to create a sense of community for the whole. I can remember nights in the late 80's and early 90's, out in the bars in my home city, where you could count on seeing about 75% of the "out" LGBT people on any given Saturday night, just by going to the two larger bars in the city (and one of those two, I'll add, was only "larger" compared with the other couple of hole-in-the-wall joints). There's no longer any one place bringing people together that way on a weekly basis. And as one final note: the internet, social media, "the apps". When you can interact with friends by texting - and thus have multiple conversations going - or entertain yourself by scrolling through Instagram or Twitter or TikTok or whatever, or search for sex partners or dates or relationships online, the actual need for places to interact "irl" (as the kids say) gets reduced (and yes, the concept of community further suffers, but that's another topic). All of which is to say: I don't think anyone is going to step in and "save" the baths or even the bars - whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I just don't think the money is really there, any more, to support them as thriving businesses as there once was. LGBT people born in, say, 2050 are going to be learning someday about the weird things their great-grandparents' brothers and sisters once did to interact with each other, and be totally mystified by it. Just like pre-teens today have trouble understanding the notion of a rotary dial phone, or getting a phone call and having to answer it to know who was calling, and not being able to move very far from the spot in the room where the phone was hard-wired into a box on the wall. Or just like no one in my generation would understand the notion of going around the city leaving one's calling card at friends' houses, much less what "turning a corner" on the card meant.

I walk home thinking about my good time in the park, sucking dick. As soon as I walked into my home, my father started yelling at me, calling me a dick-sucking faggot, as I guess I had some cum on my clothes or face. Then my father started hitting me with his fist, saying he would not have a sissy faggot living in this family. I have a brother & sister, and my mother is trying to stop my father, who is drunk again. My mother tells me I should get it before he kills me. I get out the door and start walking, and my father is right about one thing I'm Gay and do like sucking dick, but I'm still an anal virgin. Fuck it's cold, and I only have $3 on me, so I'm walking. I think about what I will do as I have no skills. I go to this underpass as it's starting to rain. Cars are passing. I see this one car pass by three times the fourth time the car stops the driver opens the side window. Do you want to get out of this weather? I get into the car he introduces himself as Jack and asks where I'm going I say no place special just want to get out of this place. Jack ask how old I am 18 last month. Jack says it's 4 hours to his home if I want to go. He tells me there is some hot CoCo in the back seat if I want. I'm cold. The coco is hot, warming me up. It tastes funny. As we drive, Jack starts asking me questions. Why was I out by the underpass? I was thrown out of the house and I tell you why. Jack asks if I'm Gay yes I am. Jack: So am I so you like sucking dick? Yes Jack: Have you been fuck in the ass? No Jack: have you done any drugs? I have done weed. We get to Jack's home it's a nice place and tells me to take a shower Jack has a robe for me as Jack looks at me like a hungry Wolf Jack has a robe also as we sit in the living room and ask if I want to weed to smoke. This weed is stronger than the thing I have ever smoked Jack says it's spiked with Tina. I have heard of Tina. Jack opens his robe and I see the biggest dick I've ever seen l get on my knees and start to like it as Jack's hand is on my head telling me how to work his dick. Jack is about to cum but pushes me off. Let's see what we have here as Jack stands up and takes my robe off. What Jack sees is a 5 for 7 inches 110 lbs skinny fem twink the only thing I have is a bubble butt with an 8-inch dick Jack takes my dick in his mouth and does things to me that are driving me crazy with his hands spreading my butt cheeks as I can't stop from shooting my load in Jack's mouth. Jack gets up grabs me opens my mouth and spits my load in my mouth. Bend over the table boy as I want to see that hole.

Chapter 15 A week later Jake feels better and is his old self again. Jason, has booked a doctor’s appointment for Jake and picks him up at the gym to drive him to his appointment. As they drive to the clinic Jake sees the familiar bulge in his dad’s pants. He feels bad that he hasn’t been able to relieve him since he got sick. He knows that his dad usually shoot 5-6 loads a day so he knows that his dad must have a huge pent up load for him. He commits to relieving his father and spending quality time with him tonight after the doctors visit. They arrive at the doctor’s office and when Jake’s name is called, both men file into the office. The doctor arrives and introduces himself as Dr. Long. He in his early 50s, with stylish glasses and muscular build. He takes Jake’s vitals and begins to discuss the testing process. “I understand you are here for HIV testing. We’re going to take a quick rapid test today and we can get the results quickly. If the test comes back positive, we will have to follow up with an another test to verify the results will take a few days to get back. I see your father is here, but I want you to know you can do this in private if you want to.” “No, I want him here” Jake say with certainty as he exchanges glances with his father. Dr. Long asks several questions about Jake’s sexual history and the number of partners he’s had. Jake explains that the exact number is hard to tally because of some of his experiences and explains why. As the doctors listens to Jake relays a number of his sexual adventures, he feels his dick inflating under his white coat. He asks some more detailed question. “So you never use condoms?” “No, they seem like a barrier to intimacy” Jake replies. “And you’ve had bareback sex with HIV positive guy?”, Dr. Long asks. “Yes”, Jake answers. “And some of these men have not been on meds?”, the doctor asks. “Yes”, Jake replies. “OK. I think I understand better now. I’d like to do a more through exam. Let begin with you taking off you clothes”, the doctor instructs. The doctor stands up and adjusts himself and walks over to the exam table. Jake gets up and begins to undress. “Should I take off my underwear too”, Jake asks. “Oh yes”, Dr. Long says, “it’s going to be a through exam” Dr. long starts by administers the HIV test. As the wait for the results Dr. Long begins his exam. He starts by checking Jake’s heart beat lingering a little too long on his chest and back, gently caressing his hairless skin. He checks his neck, underarms and pelvis for swollen lymph nodes. He then works his way down to he base of Jake’s cock gently massaging where Jake’s pubic hair once was. “Some guys like to work on clean slate”, Dr. Long says looking at Jake in the eye. Jake cock begins to grow and apologies to the doctor. “Sorry I can’t help myself when someone touches me there” “No need to apologize, you’re a heathy young man with a nice healthy dick”, the doctor states Jason adjusts himself as he watches the doctor slowly stoke his son. Precum starts to leak from his Jake’s dick. The doctor rubs the the silky liquid around Jake’s dick head with his thumb. “Very healthy!”, the doctor exclaims. The doctor then releases Jake’s cock and explains next portion of the exam, “Now I want to sit back on the exam table and put your legs in these stirrups. I want to take a close look at you anus. To see if there is anything else to be concerned about with all the activity you’ve had.” Jake does as he’s told and his semi hard cock resting on his abs. The doctor stretches Jake’s ass cheeks apart and gently caressing the outside of Jake’s hole. The doctor grabs some lube and begins to lube up his fingers. Jake ask,” aren’t you going to put on gloves. “I thought you said you liked it raw”, the doctor replies and slowly begins working his fingers inside Jake’s warm muscular hole. Jake moans slightly as his dick stiffens. The doctor pulls out his fingers, sniffs them and takes a little taste. He savors the taste like he’d just taken a sip of fine wine and then, states, “ I think we need to have a closer look. He reaches into his draw and find a speculum. He inserts it in Jake’s hole cranks his hole open. The doctor tests the limits of how wide Jake’s hole will stretch and is impressed. With Jake’s hole now gaping the doctor takes a close look. “Just as I suspected, there’s a fresh load in there” Dr. Long states “whose load is in there?” “A dude I met in the gym sauna. He bred me just before I came here” Jake states. “Excellent!” Dr. Long states “very fresh and it looks like he tore you up pretty good.” “Before we look at the results of your test. I want to give you something in case we don’t get the desired results.” The doctor states. he then goes over to the cold storage in exam room room pulls out a needleless syringe. Jason notices a large bio hazard symbol on it. “What it is doctor?” Jake asks. “Just a little booster to help you on your journey”, the doctor replies. Jake looks at his dad for approval. He dad nod at him with a grin “OK!” Jake says and the doctor swiftly inserts the syringe and deposits the contents in Jake’s gaping hole. There is a slight stinging as he feels the liquid fill his hole. The doctor take out the speculum and instructs him to sit up and asks Jake how he feels. “I feel fine!” Jake exclaims. “You are fine”, the doctor says rubbing Jake’s back. “Now let’s looks at this results”, the doctor says sitting next to the exam kit. Jason adjusts himself in his seat already hard from the exam his son has endured. Jakes sits on the exam table, still naked, his semi hard dick resting between his legs. He waits in eager anticipation of the results. The doctor then states matter of factly, “Jake you’re HIV positive”. Jake and his father exchange glances. Jake immediately gets rock hard and tries to conceal his erection with he hands as he watches his dad adjust himself again. “Are you okay Jake?”, the doctor asks. “Yes, but it’s a lot to take in”, Jake relies. “I understand”, Dr. Longs says, “Your dad seems agitated, do you think he’s mad?” “No, he’s not mad” Jake says staring at his father, “he just can’t contain his erection in his pants. He’s glad I’m positive” “And why’s that?” The doctor asks. “Because he’s the one that pozzed me”, Jake replies. “That’s right, you sick fucks!” Dr. Long says with a devilish grin, “now why don’t you release your dad’s dick.” Jake stands up revealing his cock at full mast. He undoes his dads pants and Jason’s dick flies out. Jake massages his father rock hard member as his father pulls his pants off in the chair. Jake straddles his dad and slides down on his dads massive dick. As Jake slide down to the base, his dads dick flares and begins leaking. Jakes cock rubs against this father’s furry abs as he slides up and down on his dads shaft and coats his father’s fur with poz precum. His father begins rubbing his son’s dick coating it with the silky liquid and the capturing a drop from the tip on his index finger, bringing it to his mouth and sampling it for himself. “Mmmmm”, Jason moans in ecstasy. Dr. Long enjoys the view. He whips out his dick and starts stroking as the father and son pair go at it. “Let’s work out that first official poz load”, Jason suggests. “I’m not gonna last long Daddy, I’ve missed your dick and the results have me so horned up.” Jake states as his pre cum drools from his dick. “That’s ok. Let get you bent over”, Jason responds The men maneuver over to the exam table, Jake bends over and Jason plants himself inside. “Want him to suck you off? “, Jason offers up his sons mouth to the good doctor. “Yes! But I also want to save his first poz load” the doctor exclaims grabbing a beaker and then handing it to Jason. “Fuck yeah!” Jason exclaims as he starts fuck his son “when you shoot your load, you shoot in their beakers, you understand ? Don’t looses a drop!” “Yes sir!” Jake replies as he take the doctor’s fat hairy dick in his mouth. Both doctor and father begin fucking him from both ends filling him with cock. Jake moans as he strokes his own wet cock. The feeling of his father pounding his prostate gets him harder and harder. “I’m gonna fuck that first charged load right out of you!”, his father exclaims. “Oh my god, yes daddy!” Jake begs. With that Jason grabs his son by the shoulders and starts furiously pounding Jake. The brutal assault on Jake’s ass sends him close to the edge. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” Jake screams. As he does he jerks his member over the glass beaker and begins shooting volleys of cum into the vessel. Filling it half full. “Look at that huge load!”, the doctor says admiringly as Jake squeezes out the last drops of his still rock hard cock. Dr. long grabs the beaker and put it safely on the side table then grabs Jakes head and guides his mouth back to his cock. Before long the doctor is blasting his seed in Jake’s mouth and this send his father over the edge and he floods his sons muscle cunt with his toxic seed. After the men collect themselves and Jake dresses himself. As Jake and his father prepare to leave, Jake asks the doctor what he plans to do with his toxic load sitting in the beaker. The doctor then explains how he’ll be injecting in another patient just as he had done to Jake less than an hour earlier. The thought of it gets Jake and his father hard all over again.

I did a quick search and didn't find any other topics on the first page of results, so I'm starting a new thread. Anyone else enjoy having sex with an ex? Two weekends ago I had sex with my 3-exes ago. We have both gotten more 🐷 since we were together more than a decade ago. And the sex was hotter than ANY sex we had when we were a couple! That was in part because we understand that we're exes for a reason and in part because we both know it's just sex, which wasn't a problem when we were in a relationship.... We live close enough to one another that we plan on getting together regularly to have sex. And I told him that if he gets bred by someone else and still wants more to let me know, cause I'll be right over! Him having sex with another man would never have been a consideration when we were together, much less me enjoying sloppy seconds!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XII: POZWEEK IN TAHOE Eric certainly comes to a conversion week prepared. As we pull up to the remote but plush cabin, I see him through the big plate glass window. He’s shirtless as always, and has on his bespoke biohazard harness, the one he had custom-made in Berlin – the red leather straps on the back curling around each other to form a perfect biohaz symbol. Benny, Clay and myself go up the front steps and open the door and we find Eric leading an introductory briefing to the assembled toxic tops, which are: Eric, (5 X’s) whom I consider the originator of the strain all the POZ guys in attendance are carrying (as well as dozens more around the world). Eric went poz over 25 years ago, and then spent many of those years on meds, and being ashamed and afraid of his HIV. All the men he’s pozzed since becoming a proud poz pig celebrate his breakthrough moment when he allowed the virus to proliferate inside him…and them. Responsible for over 50 known infections, Eric is using this week in the mountains as his pozzing retirement celebration, he will start meds next week. Eric’s hot husband Mike (3 X’s) who up until a few years ago, resisted the urge to go poz, although he was fully respectful of Eric’s choices to go and to stay POZ. Mike is about 60, and has kept himself in great shape, with a tight body and a salt-and-pepper beard and a shaved bald head. After about 15 years together, one day he decided to stop PrEP and let Eric poz him, and since then he himself been a mass infector as well. His 3 black X’s inked across his stomach, and surrounding a pair of biotats living proof of his powerful viral load. Mike and Eric travel often to Berlin and Grand Canaria for poz sex parties, always roping in a few neg holes into the brotherhood in the process. Keith – (4 X’s) my direct pozfather, he got it from Eric years ago and since then he’s been pozzing guys at a great pace, infecting over 40, many of them he met through his work as a nurse for the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor. His nursing both serves as a conduit through which he finds neg guys to poz and getting poz guys to see the Young Doctor. Sir Mack (3X’s) – “Sir Mack” is a 6’5” muscle bound Afro-Caribbean man who I’ve heard Eric and Keith talking about, but as he lives across the country in Miami, I had never met him in person, but he’s got a big following on twitter and his fan pages as he pozzes his way through Florida bottoms. Keith invited him as his “Poz Plus One,” and from the videos of Sir Mack that I’ve seen, he has a well-deserved reputation for massive and frequent shots of rich loads of toxic HIV cum from a 9-inch plus pierced pole. Eric greets me warmly with a deep kiss, and me and Benny, as the last two toxic tops to arrive, introduce ourselves to Mike and Sir Mack, who whispers in my ear: “I know we’re here to poz up some negs, but I’ve been waiting months to fuck you, so this week, you’re also taking a charge from me, pig.” “There’s one more tox top coming,” Eric announces, “a last-minute addition who was able to work this into his schedule. He’ll be here shortly. In the meantime,” he says, motioning to Clay, “ you join the other bottoms in the other room and prepare yourselves.” I watch him as my nephew Clay heads off to the other room where Aaron and Byron are already there, along with however many neg holes the other men have brought for the week’s activities. I understand from Eric that some of the bottoms are choosing to remain nameless, and that’s fine by me, they are only there to service us and receive the gift of our viral loads. As I turn back to Eric, the front door opens and in walks the last toxic top to join us, and it’s someone I know well. “Frankie!!” everyone shouts in unison. The famous “Five Shots Frankie” has joined us. Frankie first fucked me at the sex party that I used to attend, which weren’t strictly poz parties, although all were welcome. He’s a big hairy beast of a man, his thick Italian sausage is always hard and full of cum, and his specialty is producing five enormous cumshots per evening…he doesn’t stop fucking until he shoots five big loads up five holes. I had no idea he was even poz – but now that I see him as he strips off his shirt, he’s got 2 X’s inked next to his enormous blood-red biotat. I’m thrilled to see him –it has been a while – and I rush to greet him with a deep kiss and hug. “Guys, now that we’re all here,” Eric announces, “let’s review the rules for this week.” “First, all your loads must go into one of the neg bottoms. You can play with each other but if you’re just shooting your virus into each other, nobody’s getting pozzed. Only on the last day can you recharge each other if you want. (At that, Sir Mack shoots me a conspiratorial glance). Secondly, please fuck and breed each neg bottom at least once per day. You were all selected for this week because you are all proven multi-cummers and high viral toxic infectors. Let’s spread our seed like man and get these guys upgraded into the brotherhood!” “Third, since there are seven of us, I have had made these custom stamps. Come up, men, and take one.” On the table next to Eric, are rubber stamps and inkpads. As I near the table, I see they are all letters plus one “+” sign. The letters are H (Eric takes that one) I (Mikey grabs that one) V (Keith takes it) P (Benny claims the P stamp) O (Sir Mack scoops up the O) Z (This one I get) + (Five Shots Frankie pockets this one) “Every time you load up a neg hole this week, take your stamp and stamp your letter or symbol on the hole’s back,” Eric went on, “Let’s get them covered in stamps, brothers! And this specially-made ink on the inkpads is near-permanent, it’ll take weeks to fade away, by then they’ll be pozzed up and I’ll ink them for real at my tattoo parlor. And men, just remember when you leave here at the end of the week, to keep pozzing as long as you can – this may be my retirement from pozzing, but you honor me by continuing my work spreading our mutual strain.” “Those are the rules, men, just relax and have a good time. Any bottom that’s available is available to fuck and breed, just take them as you want them, you are in charge… just remember to use your stamps after you load up one with your HIV.” “I understand that Randy and Benny already loaded up Clay on the drive over here, so let’s get him stamped right now!” He calls Clay from the bottom’s room and Clay dutifully greets each toxic top and bends over the couch. Benny stamps his back with the “P” stamp and I add the “Z,” leaving a space in between the letters. “Well, that boy needs an “O” on his back,” Sir Mack exclaims, and with that, pulls out his enormous, erect pierced poz cock and without so much as a word, walks over to my nephew, lubes the hole and drives his cock deep in his guts. “Fucking take that poz cock, bitch,” Sir Mack is driving home his viral cock with viral poztalk as Clay buries his head in the couch cushions. “Pozzing your little hole right into next week,” you’re gonna love my strain inside your cunt,” Sir Mack is breathing hard and pile-driving it into the kid now. “You think that’s rough, faggot? We haven’t even begun to violate your hole,” and with that Sir Mack’s mighty cum-cannon unleashes what looks to be 9 or 10 shots of liquid virus into the nephew’s hole. “That’s a full-blown load you’re getting, pig!” “Fucking poz him,” a few tops gathered to watch shout out, and with that, Sir Mack stamps Clay’s back with the ‘O” stamp right between where Benny and I stamped him, spelling out “POZ” across the kid’s sweaty back. “Fuck, just getting warmed up,” where the other holes at”? Sir Mack bellows, and I look over and they’ve filed into the room, offering up their negative asses for inspection and viral insemination. Benny, wasting no time, is deep inside Byron now. Eric, not wasting any moment of his pozzing retirement party week, has unleashed his full-blown AIDS-cock on Aaron, the other bottom from Reno that I invited. I look over to see any available holes and I’m stunned by who it is I see greedily devouring Keith’s engorged poz tool: The Idealistic Young Doctor! Keith spies me watching them and motions for me to come over to fuck the young doctor…not needing any further encouragement, I lube up my pierced poison stick and drive it right up the doctor’s neg hole which looks like it had a good brushing. “I told you Doc had come around to the idea,” Keith smiled and said to me, “He’s already loaded up by me this morning, so let me get this slut stamped”, and Keith slams the V stamp down hard on the doc’s back right above where I’m fucking his hole. I pull out momentarily and rub my precumming cock on the V mark, and thrust it back down the doc’s hole. “Poz him up, Randy,” give that doc a taste of what he’s warning us about all the time,” Keith said with a devilish grin. It takes me no time after that encouragement from my own pozzer Keith and soon I’m blasting eight shots of HIVseed into the doctor’s sweet little hole, once pristine and negative, and now on the way to being open, sloppy and most importantly of all, pozzed up with virus. I reach for my inkpad and stamp the Z on his back. As I dismount off the doc, I look around and poz fucking is going on all over the place, and stamps are starting to proliferate on the neg’s backs, just like the virus is starting to proliferate inside them. As tops finish with one hole, stamping their imprint, they just move on to whatever hole is next available. Benny has stamped Byron with the P stamp, and with his cock still at attention, moved over to fucking Aaron, right next to Byron but facing the other way as Byron now gets Eric’s prolific pozzing stick up his butt, Benny and Eric leaning over their latest casualties to kiss and share a laugh at the lustful depravity of it all, and it hasn’t even been 45 minutes of fucking yet. A couple of the other bottoms have emerged and get plunged right in, Five Shots Frankie already breeding two of the unnamed ones and stamping the big + on them. I look over and Sir Mack is now gouging out the young doctor’s soon-not-to-be-negative hole with his very detectable pole, the entirety of his 9.5 inches pulling out and slamming back in the young doctor’s cunt, frothing up the loads already in him and coating Sir Mack’s ebony dick and 0g P.A. with white poz seed, before he drives it back in the young doctor’s hole, finally another load coming out of the giant and into the tiny doctor and another stamp on his back. The Idealistic Young Doctor now has 4 stamps on his back, Sir Mack’s O, my Z, Benny’s P and I see Keith’s V; elsewhere around the room, Aaron has collected the H-I-V series, Byron’s on V-P-O-+, and the other unnamed bottoms are an alphabet soup of virus-celebrating stamps on them, this only after about 2 hours of poz fucking. As the toxic infectors move freely from one neg hole to the next, the sounds of pozsex emanating throughout the cabin as duos and threesomes and groups break off and scatter through the house. After about an hour of fucking hole, I am taking a short break, relaxing now with Frankie in the kitchen, enjoying a glass of wine, he fills me in on what he’s been up to. “I moved to New York for awhile, but before I left, I hooked up with this little twink Justin. I knew he was poz from the biohaz tat on his stomach, but I figured since I’m a total top, nothing like that would happen to me. I fucked him over 10 times over two days and then I drove cross-country to NYC. Imagine my surprise when a month later I get the fuck flu – from a bottom! I was so stunned but at the same time, fucking horny as hell! After I found out, I went right from the clinic to the bathhouse and fucked every anon bottom I could get my cock into! Turns out I love being fuckin’ poz and spreading it around! Look, I already got 2X’s on me!” He showed me a pic of Justin and I immediately recognized him as the very first victim of my virus, the kid I pozzed after meeting him at Eric’s studio. “I pozzed that twink, Frankie, he’s one of mine! You got my strain from Justin!” showing him on my phone the text message and poz home test pic that Justin had sent me, the message that started me on my pozzing path. Frankie just smiled and said “That’s fucking amazing! After I found out, I had to go out and get this,” pointing to the enormous red biohazard tat on his furry mid-section. The X’s came soon after.” We spend the next few minutes pawing at each other in between showing pics of all the poz tests our newly poz sons have sent us, cementing the bond between us as HIV brothers, Frankie now being a proud mass proliferator, already with 2 X’s tattooed on him and surely more to come. We disengage and with determination to catch up to our fellow tox brothers spreading viral DNA, we seek out more holes to infect, Frankie making a beeline for the suddenly-available hole of the Idealistic Young Doctor and with one fell swoop, he’s inside the kid and pounding away. I head over to one of the unnamed bottoms and resume my pozzing on his sweet ass. As I’m pozzing him, he’s goading me on: “That’s it, Sir, poz me up with that AIDS dick,” the young bottom breathlessly says to me. I look at the kid closely, he appears very young, the alphabet soup of stamped letters already scattered on his back. “How old are you,” I ask him in between thrusts. “Just turned 18 two weeks ago,” don’t worry, Eric checked my ID, Sir,” been dreaming of getting upgraded to poz for a long time.” This kid is the younger even that the 19-year old twins Caleb and Callum who I pozzed up over the summer. I even saw on twitter a short clip of Sir Mack breeding Caleb back in Florida, so another great poz circle closed there. I love that some young men know what they want and don’t want to wait, and proudly step up and chase their destiny. This kid will have years to spread the virus to countless others, long after my pozzing career is over. As I think of this while fucking this kid, it results in 10 spurts of virus throbbing into him, my cock pulsing its last bits of HIV up his hole and bringing him into the brotherhood. I stamp his back with the Z stamp. And it’s like that for the next few hours, until the 7 tops have bred all 6 bottoms and Eric announces they are done for the night, stopping at each hole to plug them one-by-one with a lucite plug with a biohaz sticker on the end, marking each bottom as pozzing in progress, their backs and asses peppered with H-I-V-P-O-Z-+ stamps. Eric sends them off to their room with strict instructions not to remove their plugs…that is, unless one of the poz tops needs servicing in the night. ‘Remember, men, if you need to drop some seed during the night, just take any bottom you like,” he announces and with that we head off for the night, proud at the remarkable job we have done to spread our HIV into the six young neg holes, marking them for life as the poz sluts their destiny calls them to be. And this pattern repeats itself for the next four nights, I’ve never shot so many loads over a sustained period of time. The stamps H-I-V-P-O-Z-+ now extending all over the bottom’s backs, asses, down their legs and on the front of them as well. Sir Mack even stamped one a couple of the victims right on their foreheads. On the fifth night, Keith took it upon himself to count the stamps all over the bodies of the neg bottoms, and provided us all with a little census of our pozzing activities: “Eric, I count 34 H stamps, congrats brother!” “Mikey,” I count 33 I stamps, well done!” “Keith,” he says, referring to himself, “has pozzed and marked his V stamp 32 times.” “Benny, I see the P stamp 31 times, congrats on a great infection number!” “There are 38 O stamps, Sir Mack, what a great result at bringing these boys into the brotherhood of HIV/AIDS!’ ‘Randy, I see 36 Z stamps, good job at getting your virus into those bottoms! “And our champion so far, Five Shots Frankie, with 42 + stamps. You’re gonna have to change your name to “Seven Shots Frankie!” All the assembled clap and cheer for our success, as Keith goes on, “These 6 bottoms are certainly leaving pozzed with the beautiful and fruitful HIV virus! They’re leaving us in the morning, men, so get your final loads of viral cum into them while you can!” The last night is a mad dash for all the poz tops going from one bottom to the next, all our poz cum coating our toxic cocks and making a creamy, poisonous cum exchange. We all breed each bottom at least one additional time, although I see Five Shots Frankie breeding the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor (I learned his name on this, our last night – it’s Matthew) at least 2 more times. Each bottom’s entire body is festooned with dark inky stamps of HIVPOZ+ on their backs, asses, chests, arms and legs, foreheads. I even see Sir Mack got his stamp on a couple of the bottoms’ bottoms of their feet! Finally, in the morning, they leave, cumfilled and assuredly pozzed and each hole plugged with the lucite plug with the biohazard symbol on it. Clay got a ride back to L.A. from Matthew, who offered a job to Clay in his office. Benny had to get to Reno Airport in a couple of hours, so Keith began the Retirement Ceremony for the POZ Daddy to us all, Eric, the proud owner of over 50 known pozzings. By the end of this week, and with some new texts from Eric’s recent conquests, Eric announced to us all that he will be leaving the pozzing world with 6 black X’s tattoed across his belly, tears of pride and accomplishment welling up in his eyes. All the men assembled gather in one mass, to honor Eric, sucking his cock and opening their holes up for some recharges. Eric leaves us all with his last few toxic loads before his appointment with Matthew the idealistic Young Gay Doctor next week to start his meds. And even though he’ll no longer be toxic, he’ll still be our leader and mentor, his leadership was seminal (!) in building our glorious brotherhood of men, living our lives without fear and openly embracing the virus living inside of us. It’s hard to break away later that day, all alone after dropping off my poz son Benny at the Airport. I’m dead tired when I finally pull up to my driveway and as I enter, I see my brother and Clay on the front steps in a deep embrace. Clay is wearing only underwear and the HIVPOZ+ stamps are all over his body, including at least 7 Z stamps from me, his poztoxic uncle. My brother and Clay kiss, unlike any father-son kiss I’ve ever seen. I draw closer to them, my brother sees me and announces: “Turns out Meredith was pregnant with some other guy’s seed when I married her – Clay is that dude’s biological son. None of that matters, cuz he’s always been my son and I always loved him and now I get to love him even more. I see you and your buddies did quite the number on my boy here…Can’t wait until we take the test and see those 2 lines!” He grabs Clay’s ass and kisses him goodbye. “See ya, Dad, in a week,” Clay calls out, and with that he’s gone. I find out later from Clay that my brother started divorce proceedings, bought a place in Palm Springs and he and Clay are setting up house there as a couple. “Does he know you just got totally pozzed up?” I ask him, still stunned at these revelations. “Oh yeah, it was part of the deal that I pass it along to him, and then we’re getting matching biotats. And then only a matter of time ‘til we each get our first X. Now, Uncle Randy, let me welcome you home so I can get one more stamp on me!” ~THE END~

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 -

No condoms ever. I want the raw cock and the hot load

UK Swindon KIK: Sleazyswindon TAGGEDSLUT - Total cumdump. No load refused. Always horny for anon breeding. Love pics and video and being tagged as proof of use.

By the time I finished college I had lost count. What was so nuts is that I used to try and remember their first name and where I hooked up with them. This was before the time of phone apps or even hook up sites, I found men at college, in certain areas of the city I lived in, and yes the numerous ABS scattered in the downtown area. I went to the baths, which were a convenient walk from the bars I went to. My home town really wasn't into "carding" like you see today. so it was not difficult for a 19 year old to get into a bar or club. I went out both Friday and Saturday evening from the time I was actually 18, so even if I met one new guy a night the numbers just added up. Take into account the fact that during the week I went to the gym, so I scored there, and Sunday afternoons were a good time to find guys as well. I counted the guys I shot a load with. Doesn't matter if it was anal or oral, if I would cum, he made the list. Tbh, when I sit down and try to calculate the number of guys I have hooked up with it makes me sick to my stomach, not kidding.

In mine too! We could all help you convert!

As slut bottom, I always want to get bred. I once had a DP, with one guy that came first and then the other continued to fuck me with the cum of the first and came in 1 minute later. I also got fucked DP by a couple, and both came in my ass like 3 seconds apart. It was so good... I was so horny since it was my first DP experience.. went home feeling very slutty.. I also have some tops who ask me to be the first to breed me. Sometimes, I am not very honest with them and tell them they are the first, even if I have my hole already bred. And they would gladly add a load in me thinking they are the first to give me a fucking big load On the contrary, I have some tops, who don't ask if my hole is full or not.. they are here only to fuck me hard, be a verbal Dom top and breed my like a dirty slut.

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”

Only had one "life-partner", and we played separately or together with others from the moment we met - literally. He was on his knees sucking off a Cock, I was on mine rutting in a Hole, literally shoulder-to-shoulder. So, a lot of wanton sex with other guys was baked into the relationship from "moment-one".

Totally! It's not really sex if it's not RAW.

I was [banned word]. Nuf said.

I also lost count in my teens, that was back in the early 1980s, my number was over 2000 by 1986.

ABSAFUCKINGLUTELY ‼️ CUM... There is nothing that compares to the lubricant of another man's semen.. I love a loose open inviting cummy hole exceptionally one that is preloaded/lubed with other men's semen!!! Immensely fuucking HoTT n a most INNNCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL feeling!!

Just as Billy Idol croons in Rebel Yell, "More, more, more!"

Just took a couple loads by a dumpster in an industrial part of the city. It was so fitting as I myself am a dumpster for loads. Being next to trash reminds me how trashy of a slut I am. Will probably be in the area again soon.

Bred 3 cute boys at a fuckparty. Was a lot of fun. Beautiful latin bottom with a perfect silky smooth pussy. Very talented middle-aged Asian bottom with excellent hole skills, milked my cock with his second hole while I was in him. And then bred a cute shorter guy with a really hot little body. Hope to breed all of them again.

I prefer to suck someones load directly from someone elses hole. I`ll take it any way but that is my favorite. Preferrably with an audience.

Oh you don’t know. I’ve had a few guys fuck me in my bed. And the family pics only turn them on more. Trust me on that.

That looks so beautiful and sexy

Love being treated like the sub human that I am

I have a fuck buddy that I connect with a few times a year. When we lived in the same city we would see each other a couple times a month. He moved for work and so it's harder to connect but we still keep in touch. He's been bugging me about when I'd be able to come for a visit. Well, I made the trip last weekend. I really would see him more often but where he lives now is a 3.5 hour drive. Anyway I decided to drive out Saturday and rent a room. Getting a room is easier since he has a roommate and I had decided not to drive 7 hours in one day but stay over night. That way there's no need to explain my presence the next morning. Anyway, my friend is mid-40's well built (worked out regularly before he injured his back) and nicely hung with 10 thick inches of hard black meat. I arrived around 6pm and checked in. Gave me lots of time to get cleaned up/out before he arrived. He works until 9pm on Saturday. So he arrived just after 9:30. We chatted a bit while he undressed and climbed into bed. He's a no nonsense guy. We both know the purpose of the trip. So we had a pleasant chat catching up on things and then he pushed my head down to his cock. I licked and sucked his fat black dick and got him hard. He is definitely a mouthful. He likes it when I suck his balls too. He was married and has kids. I don't think his ex-wife ever when down on him. At least, not the way I do. He likes to play with my ass while I suck him. He loves to finger my hole while I go down on his dick. He has a thick cock that really stretches me out. Fortunately, I came prepared and had been working my hole with my 10" dildo for a while before he arrived. That made the next part easier. He jumps up out of bed and pulls me with him. Pushing me on to my knees in front of him he feeds me his cock and begins an enthusiastic face-fucking. He likes to fuck my throat while I look up at him. It's a huge turn on (I imagine) because it gets him rock hard. And when he's ready he pulls out and spins me around spits on my hole and his dick and pushes into my hungry ass. He fucks me slowly at first until I get used to the stretch. He is considerate given his girth and lets me get poppered up. Then the real fucking begins. He hammers my ass for a good long while, punctuated by some ass-to-mouth cocksucking to keep him rock hard. After a few rounds of switching back and forth he pulls out and asks where I want him to cum. My ass of course, I say. He pushes me backwards onto the bed and lifts my legs over his shoulders. Ramming his cock back into my hole he fucks me like his life depended on it. Hammering my hole in long hard strokes. I play with his nipples while he fucks me deep. I carefully watch the expression on his face. He screws his eyes shut and finally unloads deep in my ass. I can feel his dick twitching as he pumps his cum into me. He doesn't usually fuck me missionary like that. Was a nice surprise for me. He takes a quick shower and joins me back in bed. We chat and watch tv for another hour until he says he should get home. I slept like a baby.

the doctor helping chasers to get poz, pushes all my buttons!

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."

Chapter 6 Monday, 6:45 A.M. It feels weird to say it, but I could tell he liked me. I never got sold off or prostituted like his other "victims". Getting his dick hard was as easy as kissing him on the cheek. When I mentioned my boyfriend, he clearly got jealous and started fucking me even harder. He even let me sleep every now and again. Of course, he still fucked me while I was asleep, and more than once I woke up with a load or two dripping out of my throbbing hole. Once he told me he was poz, the last ounce of my resistance disappeared. There was no point in resisting. I was never going to have a normal romantic relationship again, and that turned me on more than I'd ever been turned on. I had no choice but to be a depraved slut. It was Monday morning when he took me back. He passed out at some point a few hours ago. I decided to wake him up by eating his ass. It was covered in sweat, so he tasted fucking amazing. I felt drunk off his musk (and all the booze he'd force-fed me). I stopped licking his hole and started making out with it. I watched his flaccid cock get hard while I kissed his hole like I used to kiss my boyfriend. "Good morning, Sir," I said. It was time. The "vacation" I took over the weekend was ending, and I didn't want Earl to go back to jail. Plus, I couldn't help but wonder if he'd be true to his word and leave me on my boyfriend's front doorstep. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when his boyfriend came back to him covered in bruises, cum, sweat, and piss. He woke up. "Good morning, boy," he said. He grabbed my head and pulled my tongue deeper into his ass. I started tonguing his hole like a crazy person, refusing to come up for air and going as deep as I could. "Mmmmm, good boy," said Earl. "Choke on that fuckin' hole." I did as he told me. I don't think I could refuse him anymore. I would've done anything for him. "Kiss that ass like you wanna fuckin' marry it." "Yes sir," I tried to say. I could see his cock throbbing. I still couldn't believe how big he was. "I'm gonna cum, boy," he said. "Tell me how old you are." "18," I said. "An 18 year old is eating your old ass out..." "Again." I leaned forward and whispered a lower number in his ear. A much lower number. It wasn't true, but I knew it was what he wanted to hear. I was right. That number was all it took to make his fat balls pulse huge ropes of cum out of the tip of his cock as he moaned uncontrollably. "Fuck!" he said. "You're gonna send Daddy back to prison, babyboy..." I bent down and licked the cum off his red sheets. I didn't want any of his disgusting, diseased cum to go to waste. "It's time, boy." I was sad. I really, really didn't want to leave. He flipped over, got out of bed, and hoisted me onto his shoulders effortlessly. He carried me out of his room, the first time I'd been out in almost 3 days. He really had used me like a pocket pussy all weekend. He kept carrying me until we were both outside. Both of us were fully naked. He must not have been afraid of being caught. He pulled his keys out and opened his trunk. After all this, I was really going in there? I still had some dignity. I made this old, rapist, HIV+ motherfucker cum dozens of times and I don't even get to ride in a seat? "Sir... I was thinking I could sit beside you while you drove me off," I asked. "Seats are for men. Objects go in the trunk." He dropped me in. He took a piece of rope from the trunk and tied my legs together, then a pair of handcuffs with some blood on them. I wasn't the first one to be here, and I knew I wouldn't be the last. "Try not to run out of air. Give me your boyfriend's address, now." I was his property and I knew it. Any dignity or pride I had as a human being melted out of me. I was a sex offender's property, and I couldn't have been happier. The words "126 Beauplaisir Drive" dripped out of my mouth like saliva. He slammed the trunk shut. I was tied up and cuffed in the dark. I felt the car start to move. I took a lot of damage on the ride to my sweet, young boyfriend's apartment. He lived in Noblesville, so it was a long drive. I felt myself running out of oxygen. At some point, I passed out. When I woke up, I was being put on some sort of ottoman or small table he'd had in the back seat. I was directly in front of my boyfriend's door. "He deserves to see what I turned you into," he said. "I want him to see me poz you." I felt his head on the top of my hole. As he leaned forward, he pushed inside with no effort. I was a loose, gaping mess at this point. He knocked on the door. He was already fucking me as fast and hard as he could, like a fucking piston, when my 19 year old, short, beautiful, innocent boyfriend opened the door. He saw a man with a biohazard tattoo pumping the biggest cock he'd ever seen into his loving, loyal boyfriend. "Oh my God..." he said. I could see his tiny prick get stiff in his pants. "Honey..." I moaned to him. "He's raping me, baby. Watch his big Daddy dick fuck my ass better than you ever could. I'm sorry, honey, I'm his fleshlight now." I was barely even conscious at this point. I couldn't believe how depraved I'd become, but I loved it. I was breaking his pathetic heart in 2 and he couldn't do anything about it. He tried to shove Earl off me, but his tiny arms couldn't manage it. Earl pushed his dick deep in my guts to get close, then punched my boyfriend in his pretty blonde head. Earl picked me up in the palm of his hand, and walked into the apartment while he kept using my hole. He slammed the door before dropping me on top of my boyfriend on the floor. I moaned as he pumped his dick into my loose, knocked-up hole. "I wanna breed him too," he said. He was gonna give my boyfriend AIDS, too? How many teens had he done this to? "I can't stop you," I said. I sat on my boyfriend's bruised face. Earl's pre dripped down my colon into his mouth. He wasn't strong enough to pull me off. I watched Earl position his cock onto the entrance of his tight hole. His tiny prick was rock hard. We both leaned forward and pressed our sloppy, spit-covered lips onto each other. We kissed like it was our wedding night. "Beg," he demanded. I knew I'd have to say it out loud. "Poz my pathetic boyfriend," I said. "Ruin his hole. Ruin him like you ruined me. He lives alone. Nobody will know. You can do whatever you want to him. Anything." "You're such a good boy," he said. My boyfriend woke up. If it wasn't for my ass covering his face, he would've screamed. "Do you know what 'poz' means, boy?" he asked my boyfriend. He tried to shake his head no. "You're about to find out," Earl said. He pushed the head of his cock inside the boy I once called my future husband. I knew both my boyfriend and I were gonna be corrupted. I didn't know what Earl would end up doing to us, but I knew I'd love every second of it. _____ Thank you all for your support! It's crazy to see how many people love this concept. Feel free to DM me story ideas! :^)

Chapter 4 Reality was setting in. This man was dangerous. He'd drugged me, fucked my throat, and now he was about to permanently damage my hole. I watched him stroke his fat, huge cock, some globs of my spit still hanging off the tip, and couldn't help but think about what he did to land him in prison in the first place. This guy wasn't just a rapist: he practically turned his victims inside-out. I had no safe word. My hole was basically as tight as it was when I was a virgin. If I didn't get out now, this man—this evil, disgusting man—was going to violate me for days. I could feel the heat of his cock just millimeters away from my tight, pink hole. I decided to make a run for it. I made it to the door. As soon as I turned the knob, I heard a clicking noise. Fuck. He'd locked the door. There was no way out. "Get your faggot cunt back on the bed now or I'll give you back to your family in pieces." I had no choice but to do what he said. I'd never seen anyone look that angry before. "I've got you till Monday, meat. You do everything I say for the next three days or I'll be fucking your body instead. Say ''yes, sir'." "Yes, sir," I said obediently. He walked back to the bed, grabbed me by the legs, and pulled my ass up in the air over my head. He spat onto my hole powerfully and rubbed the head of his cock around the entrance. His feet were planted by my head. Fuck, they smelled so sweaty... I couldn't stop myself from thinking that he smelled like a man. The smell of his sweat and cum filled the room. My hole puckered—I couldn't help it. I couldn't think straight. "Dirty boy," he said. "My dirty boy. This cock is going in you, now." I could feel a warmth trickling up my spine. My breath hitched in my throat, and my head felt fuzzy all of a sudden. He put the tip in slowly, clearly reveling in how afraid I was, and eased his cock into my guts. My boyfriend was only 3.5". When his cock went past that point, I noticed. I felt full. It felt like he was wearing me from the inside. I was his toy. "I'm gonna be Earl's fleshlight..." I thought. I moaned, loud. I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just a piece of meat. "You feel like a virgin," he said. "You got the tightest hole I've fucked since before they caught me. Daddy's gonna use this pretty boy pussy. Use you till my thick cum fills your guts." He put a hand on my back. I felt my hair prick up, responding to this monster's warmth. He was still sinking deeper into my hole. I could feel the heat off his huge balls radiating against my hips. "My cock sleeve." I was whining. I needed him to fuck me. I didn't care what my boyfriend thought. I didn't care what my parents thought. I didn't care about the fear of being ruined that still pulsed through me. I needed to be used like a toy. I wanted to be owned by him. "They tell you what I did to get locked up for so long?" "Yes." "Say it." "You kept them, sir... you kept them as sex toys..." "Good boy," he said. "I drugged 'em up, tied them, and used them to empty my balls in until they were broken. I put them in my truck and sold their tight holes to my buddies when I got bored. And when their mouth and throat were too loose to be good anymore? I threw them in the fucking trash outside their families' place. I turned boys younger than you into broken fucking fleshlights with loose holes covered in my fucking piss, cum, and sweat. I do that to boys like you, and you still showed up to my house dressed like a faggot whore." He started to pull his cock back out. I could feel my hole gripping him tight as he pulled the weight of his hips off me. I could see his biohazard tattoo inch out of me. He was ready to use me like a piece of plastic. I felt his grip get tighter. "Any last words, meat? You know what's about to happen to you." I knew what I wanted. Earl was going to rape me, and I would fall in love with this disgusting, vile man's cock. "Don't leave me in my family's trashbin..." I begged. I put my tiny hand around his enormous shaft. "Leave me on my boyfriend's front door." He rubbed his tattoo like he was putting a curse on me. "You're dead meat, kiddo." He slammed his cock back inside me. Hard. "I'm dead meat... sir..." I said. We were right. I was fucked from the moment he laid eyes on me. I was dead meat. TBC Sorry about the delay, it's my first time writing a story like this. Hope it was worth the wait 🙂

Chapter 1: The Life of Nine Daniel stepped out of the shower, water dripping off his tautly-muscled body and his still-rigid cock. From under the spray, Laszlo asked, “Does that thing ever go down?” Daniel chuckled. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” “No, thanks. My hole is going to be sore, and my jaw’s going to ache for 3 days as it is.” Daniel methodically dried off his 9-inch pride and joy, then went back to towelling off the rest of his body. He and Laszlo had just finished filming a scene in which Daniel had face-fucked and ass-fucked the slim, boyish Hungarian for a total of five loads. He’d pumped a first load down Laszlo’s throat, then fucked Laszlo missionary and planted a second one in his hole while Laszlo came hands-free all over his abs and pecs. Without even stopping, Daniel had kept right on going, continuing to pound Laszlo’s ass, now rolling the compliant bottom onto his face and mounting him from behind, lying right along his back and pounding deep into his hole. When Laszlo yelled that he was going to cum again, Daniel speeded up and dumped his second load into Laszlo’s battered hole, then pulled out to let the cameras see what looked like a tidal wave of sperm slowly oozing its way out of the younger guy’s well-used ass. After Daniel had eaten and sucked all his cum back out of Laszlo’s stretched-out butt, he had rolled Laszlo onto his back and shoved his cock back into the boy’s mouth so Laszlo could clean him off. When he at last pulled free, the two cameramen wanted to get in on the action. Both of them were rock-hard and ready to go, and in what seemed like no time Laszlo had taken a third load up the ass and a second one down the throat. Daniel had kept right on stroking, and then drove his still-hard erection deep inside the hole of the cameraman fucking Laszlo and dropped his fourth load of the day inside another willing and tight ass while the cameraman was breeding Laszlo. It had been quite the afternoon. Even for him, this afternoon’s performance had been one for the record books, but the slim, dark-haired Laszlo had been his favourite kind of guy to fuck, and Will, the red-haired cameraman, had been cut from the same cloth – slender, muscled, and with a firm, round ass that opened right up on demand. Once he was dried off, he crawled back into the bed, tired at last and glad of a chance to get some sleep before it was time to go downstairs for the wrap party that night. It had been a busy week, during which he had filmed three scenes altogether. Just as he was dropping off to sleep, he felt another body sliding under the sheets and curling up against him. Laszlo murmured, “Is this okay?” Daniel reached out an arm, pulled the younger guy close to him, and they both fell asleep almost at once. It had been eleven years since Daniel had done his first shoot, and it was that first film that had given the then-eighteen-year old stud the advertising tag that had stuck with him ever since: “The Hawaiian Nine.” Half his reputation had come from the length and thickness of his cock, the rest from his uncanny ability to keep calling up multiple cum shots while filming. But then, his copper-coloured skin and devastatingly handsome face had done no harm for his career either. Daniel, the Hawaiian Nine, always looked as if he had just stepped off Waikiki Beach, and that was legitimate because he actually was Hawaiian. He came from a typically Hawaiian family, with various mingled bloodlines traceable to every corner of the Pacific Ocean. As a youngster, his father had been a champion surfer, and he’d passed on his skills and his love of the big waves to his eldest son. Daniel’s mother had been more problematic. As a church deacon, she had lived many hours of her life within the church at the end of the street, and it had always pained her that her son, her pride and joy, simply didn’t share her enthusiasm for Christianity at all. Daniel, of course, knew exactly why he was avoiding the church, but he also knew that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean to his parents, and that was going to be messy. In the event, he didn’t get the chance. When he was eighteen, he got a job on the mainland to earn more money for school, and it was there that he had taken on the additional job of doing favours for an older man who turned out to be a porn director. Wild sessions in his lover’s bedroom led soon enough to sessions in front of a camera, and to his first film scene. His long, thick cock had made mincemeat out of the inexperienced hole of the bottom who was paired with him, but he had gotten a bonus from the production company’s owner after delivering not one, not two, but three fountain-like money shots during the one shoot. The film, and the bonus, were his undoing. Back home in Kauai, another young gay man he’d never met fell victim to a snooping father who found the scene on his computer, recognized Daniel, and told Daniel’s mother at church what he had seen. In later life, Daniel, when telling the story, would simply say, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.” Things got messy all right, and in ways which he hadn’t even anticipated. His father, although concerned about his well-being, was prepared to accept his decision to work in the porn industry, but his mother most certainly was not. She had told him he was no longer welcome in her home -- and was no longer her son. When his father remonstrated with her, she turned on him, declaring that with such a weak-kneed approach to what was right and moral, he was no longer welcome either -- and that he had better leave right away so she could call a good divorce lawyer. Nor did things get any easier when Daniel’s younger brother and twin baby sisters lined up on the side of their father and their brother. The resulting divorce proceedings were messy in the extreme, becoming a nine days’ wonder in the local media. Daniel watched it all from a safe distance, in West Hollywood, and continued squirrelling away money for his education after each shoot. He made five films for the director before they broke up, and by that time he had a reputation of his own and could get jobs with any production company that wanted him. He laid down some strict guidelines for himself. Film shoots were an absolute no-no during work terms at school. He accepted offers for holiday periods only, and the offers became much more reliable and consistent when he shared his school schedule with several of the production companies which allowed him some leeway in choosing his scene partners. In due course, he finished his business finance degree with time and money to spare, and promptly bought an equity share in one of the production companies which hadn’t used his services. This firm specialized in twink-on-twink action, and had no need for Daniel’s particular abilities, but he was shrewd enough to know that this was one of the most foolproof market segments. Over time, with the help of careful investing and a bequest from a sympathetic uncle, he increased his holdings to forty percent of the total, but acted mainly as a silent partner. After all, the management was getting great results, both in the quality of films and in the financial statements, and only an idiot plays games with success. Daniel himself had bigger plans, and these became obvious when he placed his forty percent stake into the hands of a new production company with himself as sole owner, Hawaiian Nine Films. In no time, the twink studio was rebranded as “Twink Heaven, a Hawaiian Nine Company.” He then begged a couple of friends to work for nothing for him, to help him get established, and the three of them proceeded to make the new company’s first film, Hawaiian Nine Nights, which immediately put the new company onto a truly solid financial footing. Within the year, Hawaiian Nine Films had a solid professional staff to run the business and was making more and more films itself, under its own name. Daniel had hired some of the best directors and camera men in the business. The quality of his films became the envy of the industry, while his name on the website drew endless numbers of viewers. Well, that and his legendary tool. It may not have been as long as some porn dicks, but it was unquestionably one of the thickest ever seen on film – the thickness making that rampant erection appear actually shorter than it was, until a bottom began sliding down onto it, and kept right on sliding farther and longer than anyone expected. It became a sort of tradition at Hawaiian Nine Films that, whoever else was featured, the boss always performed in one scene for each film, either within the story or as a “bonus extra” only for those viewers who actually purchased the film, as opposed to simply streaming it. The film that he’d just finished making with Laszlo had been the fortieth production of Hawaiian Nine Films, and it had been the first one in a few years in which he’d played more than a single scene or bonus. He’d fucked Laszlo, he’d done a scene with another twink “borrowed” from Twink Heaven, and then he’d brought the house down by letting himself be fucked and bred on camera by the legendary Rod Rammer, whom he’d persuaded to come out of retirement for this special appearance. By now, the rumours were out on the street that Rod actually preferred to bottom, and the “bonus track” for this video featured Daniel fucking and breeding Rod, the first time that famously top-only man had ever been fucked or bred on screen. The rumours were proven to be right on target when Daniel had let his load spurt into Rod’s hole just as Rod was cumming hands-free, a fountain of cum that shot out of his rigid eleven-incher to a clear three feet in the air above his twisting, convulsing body. This whole scene was such a huge coup for Daniel that he actually had planned to market the bonus as a separately-priced item, available only at an extra fee and only for purchasers of the full-length film. After sleeping for an hour and a half, Daniel awoke to find Laszlo still sleeping and still cuddled up against him, there in the spacious master bedroom of his condo. He felt a little sorry for Laszlo, who was likely to get totally overlooked in the whole fanfare over the two scenes with Rod Rammer. Because Laszlo was actually a gifted performer as well as a sweet bottom, Daniel resolved to give him featured billing, if not as prominently as himself and Rod. As he was thinking these thoughts, Laszlo began to stir. Daniel stroked his face gently, and the younger man came awake with a beaming smile on his face. “What’s made you so happy?” “I was just dreaming about waking up in bed next to you, and look – here we are!” “Laszlo, don’t get your hopes up.” “Oh, don’t worry, I know all about that. It’s a job, it doesn’t mean anything else, don’t let yourself fall for your scene partner, blah, blah, blah.” “Smart man. Let’s hop in the hot tub on the balcony.” They went outside, pulled the cover off, and turned on the jets before settling into the steaming, bubbling water as it swirled around them. Daniel leaned back with a grateful sigh, letting the foaming action soak away the tension in his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing, Laszlo resumed his line of questioning. “But what about you, Daniel? You could certainly do worse than fall for a sweet young thing like me. And it’s not like you’ve ever been seen with anyone since you broke up with….” “Stop right there if you ever want to get another job with Hawaiian Nine.” “Okay.” But Laszlo looked a bit doubtful. “Laszlo, I can read you like a book, and you’re asking all the questions: what makes him tick emotionally, what’s his private life like, who if anyone has been in a relationship with him, all that gossip magazine stuff that always makes everyone too damned nosy. No one knows about my private life because I don’t have one – not the way you’re thinking of it, anyway.” “Do you miss it?” There followed a moment’s silence. Then, Daniel’s taciturn reply – if you could call it a reply: “We’d better get going, don’t want to be late for the wrap party.” And he stood up, taking a towel for himself and handing Laszlo the other one. In twenty minutes they were both dressed, and Daniel shooed Laszlo out of the bedroom, saying he would follow in a minute or two. Downstairs in the big open-plan main room, the caterers had gotten everything set up and then had vanished as requested. Jim, Rod’s husband, had taken over the management of the bar, and was busily mixing and dispensing drinks to all comers. Laszlo was in a corner, making animated conversation with Terry, the other twink from the film. Will, the red-headed cameraman, was chatting with Rod Rammer, and directing covert, envious glances at the star’s legendary cock bulge. Other assorted members of the cast and production team mixed and mingled. Daniel flung himself into the party, mixing and mingling with his best sparkling smile and vigorous laugh. Rod Rammer cornered him, with a proposition – he and Jim would love to have Daniel come over for another private three-way, like the one they’d had the previous year when the whole idea for Rod’s appearance in the film had been hatched. Eddie, the other cameraman, let him know that he had left a camera running when he and Will had gone to town on Laszlo, and there might easily be another scene or bonus in that footage. Terry came to talk to him, plainly angling for another film gig. Daniel was polite but noncommittal. During their scene, Terry had been about as sexy as a lump of rock, and it had been a challenge to stay hard and to cum on cue. Other voices tossed out other casting suggestions to him, a few of which intrigued him enough to make a mental note to investigate. But all the time, somewhere deep inside, he was pondering Laszlo’s question. Did he miss having a private life? The more he thought about that, the quieter he became, and the people there who knew him best could tell that the boss was deep inside himself again, and likely to remain that way for the balance of the evening. The party finally began to wind down, with the business management team of Hawaiian Nine doing the honours of helping all the guests on their way. At last, the condo was empty except for them, and they quickly said goodnight to Daniel and left themselves. Daniel was alone. But not really alone, because Laszlo’s question was still hanging in the air. Did he miss – did he even want – a private life?

As I lay here with all these cameras, live streaming, watching what I’ve been doing over the last 14 days with Jack. Having my virginity taken by Jack 10 dick being slammed with Tina having more orgasms learning how to give pleasure to others. As Jack is waking up I decided to put on a show. I get between Jack's legs and crawl up to his dick and start to lick it then his balls until I get to the head and put his PA in my lips and pull on it. I've learned to suck a dick with a Prince Albert without chipping my teeth. Jack's dick has grown hard and I want it so I squat over and impale myself onto it until I bottom out. Jack hands me a strap for my arm then the syringe. I put the strap on and put the cap on the needle in my teeth., I look at my arm, and I see all the marks from taking being slammed, as it seems like the arm of a heroin junkie. I find a vain I stick the needle in I see the flash of blood press the plunger and release the strap. I have a hard dick buried in my ass and Jack is now twisting my nipples as I move my hips so Jack does not have to do much but just lay there as I'm fucking myself. I can see on Jack's face he is going to blow his babies into my hole. I can feel jacks dick pulsing and I see I'm also cumming on Jack's stomach and chest. I climb off and start to clean Jack's dick as I love the taste of a dick after I've been fuck. Jack is talking to me as I'm licking my cum off of his stomach and chest. He is saying my days are numbered. I

Is it possible to change a guys gag reflex by forcing a cock down the guys throat? Or maybe doing it several times? I imagine that there'll be a certain amount of puking involved but will the boy finally loose the urge to gag? I know that this sounds brutal but I'm curious to know if this is a thing? I guess I should admit that thinking about it gets me hard.

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exactly! we aren’t people to men like that. at best we are free use human fleshlights. and for some of those men we aren’t even worth fucking but they will gladly let anyone suck their cocks, even some faggot or tranny whore. I have had plenty of guys tell me that they are just using my throat to jerk themselves off

Yesterday was a rare day all to myself. Other than my regular 3 month 'blood work ' which I scheduled for 7:30 a.m. because of fasting and to get it out of the way as early as possible, I had nothing pl5. By 9 I had cleaned out and was tweaking the nipples of a regular fuck buddy. He's always naked when I arrive. All 6 foot 4 inches of his big framed very fit retired cop gorgeous body. I hadn't seen him for a while and had forgotten how thick his handsome semi erect cock was. I couldn't wait to get it in my ass. Soon we were lustily 69ing on his bed and his beauty was hardening, thickening and lengthening down my throat. Unfortunately when I tried to mount him he went soft. We tried a couple different things but it became clear he wasn't up for fucking me. So I gave him a good deep fucking for a while, big groans when my long cock pounded deep, and uncharacteristic for me I didn't cum. I was glad as I wanted to play all day. Next Squirt hookup agreed to come to my boat. But he didn't show up or respond to my chats. I gave him 20 minutes to respond and followed through on my threat to block him should he not get back to me. I had a couple other potential hookups developing and was working out details when a message appeared. Somehow he got past my block. Excuse? He'd got tied up in a conference call. Could he come now, he was already in the parking lot. "You ok with a quick pump and dump?" I messaged. He was. Big young guy. Small dick, but it felt good and he was quickly close. "Do you want me to cum inside?" "Yes, breed me. " And he did, quite a lengthy orgasm. I was soon escorting him off the dock and welcoming guest 2 to the dock. This very fit looking guy had very long gray hair, a nicely defined thickly haired chest and a 5 inch slim dick. He was delighted for a first experience of his raw cock in a hole lubed with another guys cum. But his heart condition wouldn't let him finish. He took my discreet message and left after a brief chat. Next Squirt guy wondered if he had done me on my boat before. I didn't think so but admitted I could be wrong. Turned out I was. This was my second quick pump and dump of the day! I moved on to a local cruising woods to put in time waiting for a top that wanted to meet outside late in the afternoon. Played with three guys. None would fuck me, but I did drink down one slim fit short guy with a lovely big cock. Nice sweet load. Would have loved his cock in my ass. Reclined my seat, had a nap and eventually the top arrived. Actually right on the time he said. Led him through the woods to an old shed like structure. Another big guy, this time with a very short, very thick cock. Hard already when I pulled down his breifs. He loved kissing and was still soon raw in my ass. He hadn't had sex for a long time and was very verbal about his appreciation and how much he was enjoying my warm welcomeing ass. Admitted he would take a long time to come so I got the first good long pounding of the day. About a half hour, both of us naked, out in the sun. My big hard cock swinging , what could be better! I switched to oral and he said he was close, but when he returned to my ass he said "I thought so, but, not yet I guess. " So I went back to oral. I could tell he was close so turned around to offer my ass. I could hear he was frantically jerking. The first spurt sprayed on my ass cheeks. The rest went deep in my hole as he collapsed on my back. He was extatic and can't wait for next time. Bred three loads, tying my record for loads taken in one day. I went home filled, tired and very happy!

I love being watched full stop. I'm an exhibitionist.

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

hey all... Going slow on writing, ended up doing another short chapter, mostly just filler. next chapter things should get spicy again and I'll try and write something a bit more substantial. ================================================== It was 5:18 when the doorbell rang, and as expected Keith stood I the opening, looking nervous and horny. Cameron had opened it, wearing only a thin T-shirt and a pair of loose boxers, his cock making a dripping spot on the front as he looked the boy up and down. “Well Fuck, Max was right, he said you’d not let us down, and here you are. Come on in.” He said, Keith walking in and looking at the huge beefy Daddy in front of him. “Thanks, I, Don’t even know why I came back.” “Fuck I did, you got our seed in you, our POZ seed, and it’s got a hold on you big time. You took only a bit, but I can tell its already getting in your brain, telling you need more.” Cameron said as he led the boy in and wrapped his huge arms around him and kissed. Keith melted instantly, wanting to protest but enjoying it too much. The muscles of the man, his sweat, his scent. Cameron kissed deeper, almost as if trying to suck the air right from Keiths lungs, his eyes rolled up and he felt like he was going to pass out before the huge bear let go. Keith stumbled back panting for breath. “Like that Kiddo? Just a taste of what we have planned for you tonight. Just so you know, Daddy Max is out right now, he’ll be back soon, but it’s just you and me right now.” Cameron said as he pulled Keith back in close. ‘Fuck, so hot, I want, more, of you, and him.” Keith said, still gasping. “Want more POZ cock Boy?” Cameron grunted as he guided the boy toward one of his fat thumb sized tits, nestled in the scratchy fur of his body. Keith began to suckle on it immediately and gave a mumbled. “Mmmrmmmmmmm” sound. “What was that kiddo? Got to speak up for Daddy here.” “I said. I, fuck, I do, I want your Poz cock in me, I don’t care what happens. I just, I need more.” Keith said, and Cameron laughed. “Fuck boy, you have no idea just how much more we have to give you in the next few days. But before that lets get cozy, Max should be back soon, but we can have some fun to ourselves.” He said and pulled the unresisting Kieth with him as he headed toward the back of the house. In moments Cameron had pulled the Keith into the bedroom and down on a large bed that smelled of sweat and sex. Cameron tore of the thin stained shirt he wore and leaned back on the bed, pulling Keith on top and squeezing him in a tight bear hug. Instinctively, Keith began nuzzling into the thick chest hair and began to nuzzle and sniff. Gently Cameron guided the boy into his rank hairy pit. “Theres a good boy, just relax and breath that in for a while, it’s better than poppers I promise.” He said as Keith moaned and nodded his head. For Keith, who always prided himself on getting clean after using the gym, always using deodorant, the intense funk from Camerons pit hit him hard and made his eyes water. He wanted to be disgusted by it, but he felt it awaken something deep inside him, something raw and primal. All too soon, he was breathing it in an almost hypnotic state. Cameron chuckled as he watched Keith breath deeply. He didn’t often meet many guys who so quickly got into his scent like this, and he started to think about the chances of this hot boy coming into his life. “I don’t think it’s an accident you found us you know. Im not one for fate or destiny or that shit, but, fuck kiddo, there’s hundreds of horny gay men around right now, and you walked right into us first. Like you were meant to find us.” He said and reached down to stroke his already thickening infected phallus. “What do you think kiddo? You think it was fate running into two hot Daddies off their meds? Looking for a boy to infect?” He said casually as he listened to Keith moan. As much as Keith was lost inhaling the pit fumes of Cameron, the words were enough to rouse him from his moaning… “Fuck, I don’t, I mean god you’re so fucking hot, Max is hot, I want you both so bad, but, it’s still so messed up.” “Messed up? How so?” Cameron said, egging the kid on. “Your both, Poz, and, wanting to spread it, spread a disease that can kill you? It’s I mean, once your infected…” Keith said, his voice trailing off as Cameron moved him toward his other pit now, letting the boy inhale the rank scent from the other side. “Shhhh look, I know you’re scared, and unsure… but don’t worry about that right now. Just relax and Let your new Daddies show you a good time.” He said, squeezing his cock, watching as a few drops of virus infused precum dribbled out from the tip. Scooping up the precum, he kept a firm grip on Keith as he slide his fingers down toward his exposed hole, enjoying getting another moan as he gently slid the small amount of his viral strain into the boy. “Thats a good boy, relax, and just accept it one part at time. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” A moment later, the sound of the front door could be heard, and Max came back into the house carrying a load of groceries. Dropping them off in the kitchen, he made his way to the bedroom and smiled. “Hope you two aren’t starting already? We’ve got a party to get ready for” he Sid, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the June summer day. Cameron chuckled and let go of the death grip he had of Keith deep in his pit, letting the boy get some fresh air. “Of course not yet, just, talking about things. Discovered out new boy is a Musk Hound, almost passed out sniffing my pits here.” He said, Keith looking drunk as he rubbed his face, his eyes heavy from the pit fumes. Max grinned and started to rub his crotch. “Well is that a fact? Going to be good to know. Especially for tonight. I’d say its just about time to get ready for the main event tonight.” Max said as Keith looked up, releasing only now his cock was sprouting a massive hard on that he couldn’t immediately do anything about. “Party? What type?” He asked. “The sexy type you youngster, now lets get dressed, not that it will matter. Any party at Big Sigs Castle is going to have you naked in no time.”

Like you said, we're all different and have various views , especially when it comes to condoms. I respect your opinion, I just know myself and I think of all the hot men I would have missed out on sleeping with because I refused to allow them to wear condoms. For me, I made the right choice to allow them to use one.....

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)

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