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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)

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

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!

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!

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 -

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.

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".

I was [banned word]. Nuf said.

In mine too! We could all help you convert!

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."

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.

I play quarterback on my university's football team. Im tall with a large frame, but I’m not fat (6’2, 230 lbs). Gym and practice are what I focus on most. It was only my freshman year, but I had played all throughout high school too, so I was well on my way. During spring break, I went home to visit my dad. We lived in a rougher part of town, so it had its fair share of shady types, but it was still home to me. Dad and I got along well. Typical guys. We talked about sports, girls, work, argued about politics. It never went anywhere too seriously, so we just ended up shooting the shit like we usually do. What I did look forward to was my dad’s new hot tub. Well, sort of new. He took it off the hands of someone who wasn’t using it anymore. It was later in the evening that we were going to try it out together. Neither of us owned swim trunks, but that didn’t matter. We’d just skinny dip since it was in the backyard and there was plenty of privacy. We set out a case of beers and were getting the tub ready. Just as we were stripped down and about to go in, there was a knock on the front door. "Ah shit, just a moment, Ryan. I’ll go see who that is." Dad threw on some shorts and went to answer the door. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, naked in the night air. I was dipping my fingers in the hot water and casually playing with my dick. I wasn’t trying to get it hard or anything. I just tend to play with it when I get bored or space out. Eventually, dad came back with company. "Hey Ryan. This is Mr. Wilson. The guy who gave me the tub. He wanted to take it for another spin." I looked over and saw an older man in his late 60s or early 70s. He was terribly thin and pale. He was bald on top with a gaunt face. He definitely fit the profile of one of the shady types. "Oh hey. Thanks for hooking my dad up." He walked on over and started getting undressed. I was used to showering with the other guys after practice, so being around other naked men didn’t bother me. "Nice to meet you, Ryan. Hope you two have been enjoying the tub." "Not yet, we were just about to jump in." I looked toward my dad. But he didn’t get undressed. "I can’t this time. I need to take care of a few things I forgot about. Plus, the tub would overflow with all three of us in there. You two have fun." And with that, dad left me alone with Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson was down to his underwear and leaning up against the hot tub on the opposite side of me. I figured I’d step in since I wasn’t waiting for dad anymore. I sat up on the edge with my legs dipped in. The water was hot but felt good. Mr. Wilson did the same. As he swung his leg around, I saw his dick. Damn, it was big. I thought he might have had an erection at first, but it was actually flaccid. I wasn’t interested in imagining what it looked like, but damn if I wasn't a little envious. We both sat down in the water at the same time. Sinking into the hot water up to our chests. It felt good. "It’s nice to dip in after a long day. Johny tells me you play sports?" He talked pretty fem. I could tell he was one of those flamboyant gays back in his day. "Yeah, quarterback at university." I grab a couple beers and crack them open. I offer one to Mr. Wilson, but he just waves it away, not interested. So I sip mine down and keep the extra near by. "I can tell. You’re a large young bull from what I can see." "I gotta keep the muscle mass up; it's good for tackles." "I’m sure you’re great at tackling. For me, it’s difficult to keep my weight up. I'm quite ravaged away, as you can notice." "Do you diet? Do a lot of cardio?" "I get my cardio in other ways, but I’m not thin from dieting. It’s standard wasting from advanced AIDS." That last sentence made me feel uncomfortable. The guy was sick with something pretty bad, but I tried to play it cool and not let it get to me. There was a large gay community near by, so I shouldn’t be too surprised. "Sorry to hear that man." "It’s fine. I’ve been on home hospice care, and it’s hard for me to get around. Which is why the hot tub is very relaxing for me. I hated giving it up, but the maintenance was getting too much for me. Too many wild parties kept clogging up the filter. But it’s nice to come by and take a dip every now and then. I can at least make the trip next door here." "That’s good, I suppose." "And my viral load is in the millions." "That’s pretty cool." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded impressive. Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow, like I said something interesting. I finished my first beer and was burning through my second. Mr. Wilson and I chatted about random stuff. Small talk. It went on for quite a while, with a bit more beer. As he trailed on about something, I was trying to act interested, but the beer was getting to me, and in my obliviousness, I ended up playing with my dick out of boredom. Mr. Wilson must have noticed because he started playing with his. It started to get semi hard in the water, and I couldn’t help but notice it getting bigger. "Hey Wilson, don’t take this the wrong way, but how fucking big does that thing get?" The alcohol was definitely making me less tactful. "Oh, this old thing? It can get up to 11.5 inches." "Woah really? Bullshit. You’re such a small framed dude. It can’t really get that big." "My condition doesn’t shrink my cock. If anything, the lack of body mass only accentuates my length more." "Oh sure, whatever, I call bullshit." "I can prove it." "Fine dude. Prove it." A ridiculous challenge. Now Mr. Wilson was standing up and playing with his cock in front of me, stroking it. I was chugging more beer, waiting to see if this guy was all talk or if he could really get his dick large. "Oh, I’m getting a little winded. I need to hold on to something." Mr. Wilson let go of his cock and put his hands on my shoulders. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, I just need a little extra support. Would you mind giving my meat down there a hand?" "I’m not gonna jack you, dude." "You’re not jacking it. Just getting it hard. It was your idea." He had a point. I did want him to prove it that he had an 11.5-inch dick. "Fuck it." I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it. "Yeah, just like that young man." His thing was getting bigger in my hand. It quickly grew to full length, with thick veins and his cock head poking out from his forskin. The tip was looking at me. "Yeah, that’s nice. What do you think? big hu?" His cock was definitely large. I could feel it throb in my hands as his hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his cock started oozing, and it was dripping down into the water. "He he he, shit man you were right. It’s definitely huge." I was laughing it off. My curiosity satisfied. I let go of his cock and it slapped down between my pecs like a hotdog in a bun. He slid it up and down like he was trying to slowly titty fuck me. "Now that it’s hard, what do we do with it from here?" I looked down at it between my pecs. He twitched it up towards my face, pointing it just below my nose. I thought this was just to prove he had a big one. I wasn’t expecting it to go any further. "Uh, I’m not gay. I’ve never sucked cock before." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wilson let his tip rest on my bottom lip. "I never said anything about sucking it. But that sounds like fun." I pulled away and got up, changing the subject. "This thing has jets, right? How do I get those on?" I was drinking more beer as I was bent over fooling with the control panel on the side. Then I felt something warm poke my asshole. "It’s this button over here." Mr. Wilson was leaning over on top of me. Reaching around to the proper button. "Uh, is that your dick?" "Oh this? Yeah, couldn’t help myself. Your large, muscular ass was too tempting not to give it a poke. Hope that’s okay." "That’s alright. Guys in the locker rooms dick slap every now and then, so a little poke doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’d be able to get into me anyway. I do legs twice a week, so my ass muscles would be too strong for ya." "Is that so? I could push in and you’d keep me out?" "Go ahead, try it." The beer was definitely affecting my judgment. Mr. Wilson grabbed his dick and started pushing towards me. I felt my ass getting pushed in, but his tip wasn’t making any progress. I was clenching tight. "You are tight. What a big mountain of meat you are." He started stroking his cock as he pressed up against me. "Let’s get some natural lube on that ass." I felt my ass getting slippery from his pre. He was digging around, getting me greased up, and pressing harder. "Push that hole out. Open up for me." "I’m not trying to let you in. If it can’t go in, it can’t go in." "But I’m an old man; I need a little help to penetrate your strong young ass. What if I do get it in?" His pushing persisted. "It won’t." "I think it will." "Ha ha. If you can get it in, then you can do whatever you want to." "Is that a promise?" I was still drinking beer. My buzz a full on drunk by this point. "Heh, I’ll do whatever you say if you can manage to jam that big thing in me." "Oh, I plan on holding you up to that. This old queen is going to pop that neg cherry." "Then do it, man." I rocked my ass back into his dick as he kept trying to push it in. His movements got more enthusiastic as he was stroking his cock. His tip trying to dig into me, oozing out more pre on my hole. I thought it was pretty funny, this skinny old fem grandpa attempting to fuck me. I would die of embarrassment if any of the guys from the team saw me like this. Bent over with some random wrinkly old gay dude digging into my ass. But we were well secluded in the backyard in the dead of night. So I figured it was harmless to let him have his fun. The beer was getting me cocky, and I decided to tease him. "Come on grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "Oh? You want this poz cock to fuck a load in you?" He kept humping away at me. I knew the guy had a dangerous cock, but I was confident in myself. I was rocking back into his humping. Mr. Wilson not making any progress on penetration. "It's not going in man. You’re gonna have to call it." Mr. Wilson stopped his efforts but reached over to the hot tub filter. "True, guess I’ll have to use something to smooth it along." He pulled out the filter and reached in the container, pulling out a handful of a globby yellow-beige substance. "What’s that?" I asked, a little disturbed by the sight of it. "You know, I’ve had many parties in this thing. The filter always gets clogged with cum and sex juices. I’m glad to know there’s still some left over." Mr. Wilson slapped a handful of the slime on my ass and stroked his cock with it. It felt sticky and gross, but I had serious doubts over how well that would work. "He he, gross dude. But hey, if you think that will help, you’re welcome to try again." "Spread your ass for me." I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Good, now push that hole out." I puckered out my asshole. Wilson smeared more goo on my hole. Then I felt a jab as he stuck a finger in me. "Oh shit, your finger is in me, dude!" His finger went in while pushing the tub cum goo in me. "Yeah we need to get your ass used to things going inside it. My finger is much thinner than my cock, so it went in no problem. How does it feel?" Wilson was finger-fucking me. It felt strange, but not bad. "It’s kinda weird." "Then let’s get more in." He then pushed another finger in. My ass felt like it was getting stretched a bit. The goo helped the process along. Then came a third finger. "Ouch, that’s getting tight. Think you can ease up?" He didn’t stop. His fingers kept digging into me and twirling around. "Just a moment. You’re definitely a virgin down there. But it’s starting to feel like you’ve been prepped enough." He pulled his fingers out and slapped more goo in my ass. He then repositioned his cock at my hole. It was coated in the cum goo. "Now push your hole open for me and spread your legs more." I did as instructed. He didn’t have any luck getting into me before so I didn’t think he’d be able to do it this time even with the fingering. He started to push. It felt like my ring was hugging his tip. Not fully keeping him out. But then I started to open up more with his pushing. "Oh shit. That’s really slippery." Wilson leaned down. Grabbed my pecs and whispered in my ear. "Such impressive muscles you have. I can’t wait to see how this disease of mine devours them all away." "What?" Wilson gave a hard thrust, and to my shock, his cock slammed all the way up my ass. My cheeks slapping his pelvis. "OUH! FUCK!" He actually got it in! I didn’t think he could, but it was definitely all the way up in me. He wasted no time getting to fucking. His massive meat drilling away at my insides. "What’s wrong, jock boy? Can’t handle this old man’s dick?" His assault was rough and hard. My guts were hurting, and I wanted him out. I was moving around. Trying to get out of the tub. I ended up stumbling out on the ground. Wilson’s cock popping out of me. "Wow, that was wild. I didn’t think you’d be able to get it in." I got to my feet rubbing my ass. Wilson got out of the tub and got behind me, rubbing my shoulders. His hard on poking my ass. "I recall you saying I could do whatever I wanted if I could get it in you." He rocked his hips around, sinking the tip of his cock between my cheeks and meeting up with my hole again. "Well yeah, but wasn’t that just a joke? You can’t expect me to let you fuck me." "Now now, you need to be a man of your word." He gave another thrust and popped his dick back up inside my ass as we were standing up. "Oh shit! I told you man, I’m not gay." The intoxication was making me feel wobbly. Wilson was happily fucking me where we stood. He then started walking forward, herding me back towards the house. "Doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay; my cock still fits nicely inside you. Damn, you are tight as hell. Let’s go in the house and have some proper fun." Each thrust made me walk forward, going further and further into the house. "Wait, dude, we can’t. My dad is in there. He can’t see me like this." I whispered. But it didn’t stop Wilson. "Then we will just have to be quiet. Where is your bedroom?" He was whispering to. As we quietly walked through the house, I was trying to lead him to my bedroom so we didn’t alert dad to what we were doing. That’s when I saw him on the couch in the living room. He was facedown on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his laptop. He was totally passed out. Wilson stopped us where we stood, his cock still inside me the entire time. "Oh, look at this. Instead of your bedroom, let’s go over there. We should spend some quality time with your daddy." He turned us around and was now ushering me towards my past out father on the couch. He was still only in his shorts and nothing else, snoring away. "No! I don’t want to wake him." "Then don’t wake him up." My dad was now just a few inches away from us. "How about you get down and pull those shorts off of him?" "Why? We can’t do anything like that." "You have to do anything I say, remember? If not, I could just cum inside you now. Do you want to get infected with my AIDS because of your insubordination?" "Fuck no." We both got down to our knees. Wilson never let go of me. Never taking his cock out. I reached over to my dad and put my hands on his hips, grabbing his shorts and slowly working them off of him, revealing his hairy ass. Dad also played football a long time ago. He had quite an impressive build from what I had seen in his old photos. But now he had gained weight on top of that. He was a mixture of muscle and chub. So his ass was quite large. "That’s a good boy. Now spread your dad‘s ass open and get your tongue in there." I couldn’t eat out my own dad‘s ass. That's sick and wrong. I had my hands on his large round ass; I didn’t want to spread it apart to find out what its greasy hole would look like. Wilson, picking up my hesitation, gave a sharp thrust inside of me, jabbing his cocktip deep into my guts, causing a jolt of pain. He put a hand on my back and pushed me down. My face plapping against my dad‘s ass cheeks. He hadn’t showered today yet. He was musky and sweaty, with a hint of BO on him. I didn’t want to do it, but the painful cock in my ass wouldn’t relent unless I did what this old troll said. I spread my ass cheeks apart, revealing a juicy, dark pucker looking up at me. God, it looked so masculine and grimy. That's where his shit comes from. I’m supposed to lick that? "Lick it or don’t. I’ll just have my fun back here." Wilson started going to town on my ass. Fucking me in front of my sleeping dad. His cock reached deep, sliding in and out of me. It hurt, but it was also strangely good at the same time. His pace was faster than before. He was really getting into it. "Oh God your muscular ass feels so good. You’re squeezing me so tight, oof, I’m not going to last at this rate. Fuck boy you must really want me to blast my poz cum in you." Wilson emphasized ‘poz cum’ reminding me that I was getting fucked by something that could absolutely destroy my life. I looked down at dad‘s ass, considering what I should do. Wilson fucking me hard. His hips slamming into my ass. "Oh shit boy. It’s coming. Either eat that ass or swallow up my AIDS… I'm good for either one. Oh my… oh my." Wilson was grunting and moaning. My ass felt wet and sloppy as he pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in. His angry cock was definitely doing a number on my insides. Sliding throughout my tunnels, working its way up to spew its toxic poison. I could imagine his cock head inside me. His piss slit opening on the plunge forward and closing on the pull out. I was staring at my dad’s asshole. One question in my mind. Get AIDS or commit incest?’ Out of desperation, I dove my face into my dad‘s ass and licked his hole. It was salty and bitter, but juicy and moist. I dug my tongue inside while his ass cheeks hugged my face. "That’s a good boy; enjoy the taste of your father's ass juice." Wilson’s fucking slowed down. He was no longer working up to orgasm but just giving me slow, gradual thrusts. I had an old queenie gay dude fucking me raw while I had my tongue deep up in my dad‘s asshole. It was like something out of a dark, sick, twisted porno. Wilson’s slow fucking was stimulating me in all the right places. I felt my cock getting hard. I was even getting used to the taste of my dad‘s ass. I think I was even enjoying the taste of it. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it while I was getting fucked. Damn, I really didn’t want to enjoy what was happening, but I couldn’t deny the old fuckers technique. "Nice, looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself there. Let's aim you up a little further." Wilson pushed against my hips, dislodging my face from my dad‘s ass. We repositioned further up, and now my cock was resting on my dad's ass cheeks. "Now how about you dig that young, virile meat stick into your dad's slobbered up hole?" "I can’t do that. I can’t rape my dad in his sleep." Both of us were still whispering to one another, although it probably wasn’t necessary. My dad was out cold. He’s usually a rock-hard sleeper, especially after he's been drinking. I’m sure he could get slapped in the face a few times without waking up, but I didn’t want to take my chances on him possibly waking up to see his own son‘s cock directed towards his ass. "Let me help you." Wilson reached around, grabbed my cock, and pointed it down between his cheeks. I felt my tip hit his hole. Fuck, it was so wet and hot. I felt myself leaking. Wilson fucked my ass harder and drove my hips into my dad. Each thrust plunged my hips forward more and my cock deeper into dad. His ass was so tight and hot. I could tell I was taking his anal virginity. Dad didn’t respond at all. He was still sleeping, unfazed. Gently snoring as the two of us were above him doing unspeakable acts. I didn’t need the assistance anymore. I was all the way inside him and figured I might as well start fucking. I drove my cock in and out of dad while Wilson fucked me. The cock up my ass and the hot, tight ass gripping my dick were driving me insane. Dad's ass felt so good. I’ve fucked plenty of pussy in the past, but nothing was like this. Holy shit, dad's ass was better than anything I’ve fucked before. I didn’t know if it was from my ass getting drilled or my first time fucking a guy's ass, but I was getting close to cuming. I could feel myself building up, and I was ready to blow. I looked down at my dad. His face in the couch pillow. I felt a little guilty over what I was doing, but I was overcome with the carnal desire to shoot my wad. I buried myself deep into his ass and my dick exploded. "Ah fuck.." I grunted and came deep inside my dad. My balls squeezed out a massive load. Several ribbons shot out my cock, working it’s way up inside him. "Beautiful. Such a naughty boy, molesting his vulnerable father." Wilson was still inside me, slowly fucking. His hard on never ceasing to calm down. The post-nut clarity was making me feel shitty but I was still drunk. I wanted a break. "Wilson I need to take a moment." I pulled my cock out of dad, and a small bead of cum dripped down his ass, the evidence of my evil deed. I got up off the couch and got Wilson out of me. He sat on the couch next to my father, stroking his cock. He was so skinny and frail in comparison to dad; it's hard to believe this guy orchestrated such a fucked up night. He picked up one of dad's legs and brought a foot up to his mouth. He looked me in the eye as he started sucking on my dad's meaty toes. Wilson's cock stroking sped up as his tongue laced between the toes, his moans euphoric. "I need to go to the bathroom." I hurried to the bathroom and locked myself in. I was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. What the hell was I doing? I let some old gay dude fuck me, and then I fucked my own dad? This night is so fucked up. This isn’t what I planned on when I came home. I felt nauseous, so I did what everyone does when they drink too much. I took care of my business in the toilet and rinsed my mouth out, brushed my teeth, and gargled a lot. I felt a lot better, but I was still heavily boozed up. I inspected my ass, and it was sore and sloppy. Ugh, no more cock going in me tonight. I need to send Mr. Wilson on his way. I staggered out of the bathroom to rejoin Wilson in the living room. But when I got there, Wilson was on top of my dad. He was violently slamming his hips down into him, fucking him. His cock going in and out of his freshly creamed ass. I saw my dad's cheeks ripple with each balls deep thrust. "Dude, what the fuck!?" My whispering voice getting a little louder. "Don’t mind me, Ryan. I’m just finishing up here." Dad was still out cold but seemed to be moaning like he was having a bad dream. Wilson had an evil look on his face as he raped my dad's ass. I stumbled to my knees and crawled over to them, putting a hand on dad's ass. "Mr. Wilson, pull your dick out! You can’t fuck my dad!" I watched his cock go up and down. His meat pole was glistening from all the juices inside, partially from my load I contributed. It was a horrifying sight to see such a long dick pulverize his defenseless, hairy, round ass. "I still need to cum. It needs to shoot in something. You didn’t let me shoot it in yours, so now I’m going to knock up dear old daddy here." "Please stop. Get your old AIDS dick out of him. You can’t give that shit to him!" "Then make a choice, Ryan. Either you sit there and watch me poz up your dad or you surrender up your ass to me and take my load." Is he serious? I have to choose? Mr. Wilson looked like he was getting close. I had to do something. I was too drunk to stand up straight. All I could do in the moment was watch this diseased creep plow away at my dad. I had to make a choice: save myself or save my dad. "Fine, fuck me." I reluctantly gave in. "Nope, not good enough. I’m too close to stop now, oh fuck, oh yes." I got on the floor with my ass up in the air, spreading my cheeks apart. "Fuck my ass Mr. Wilson. Come on, grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "If you insist. But first, before I fuck your ass, your dad has a dirty foot I didn't lick. Clean it with your mouth." I crawled over to my dad's leg and grabbed his large foot. It was dirty and smelly, but I didn't hesitate to get my tongue on it. I'm doing this for him. As soon as I started licking, the taste and smell brought back memories from when I was really little and would play with dad's feet as a kid. I felt nostalgic and warm. Dad's feet were making me feel good. "Oh, that's a hot sight, Ryan. Keep licking that man foot. Savor the taste. Fall in love with it, oh fuck!" I sucked dad's toes and ran my tongue up and down his sole. They were dirty but soft and smooth. I was surprised to find out how much I was enjoying it. My mind blanked out for a moment. "Yeah... lick that foot... suck those toes...oh! Shit! Here it comes, fuck! FUCK! AAAAHH....... .........ahhh ...... ohhh..." I snapped out of it and noticed I was no longer licking my dad's foot but Wilson's. His toes were in my mouth. Somehow he managed to swap out dad's foot for his. I looked up at them. Wilson stopped thrusting. He was still, his back arched, his boney ass pressing hard into my dad and making a contorted face. Then his clenched ass relaxed. "Ah fuck... fuck that was big...." I took Wilson's foot from my mouth and hurriedly repositioned myself, ass open towards him. "Fuck me dude!" Wilson pulled out and got off my dad. He quickly hurried over to me and immediately slammed his cock in me to the hilt. His fucking was as aggressive as it was with dad. He was grunting and breathing heavily. Taking the full length of his cock felt unbearable, but unfortunately, it wasn't quick. He took a long time to work up his shot. "Oh shit, here it comes. My toxic poz cum deep in your ass!" He slammed hard several times. "Oh fuck, fuck! Oooooooh yeah!" I felt his cock spasm deep in me. He was cuming inside me. Plow after plow, he shot his sick cum deeper and deeper in my no longer virgin ass. After several ribbons Wilson calmed down to catch his breath. "Ahhhhh. That was good. See? Things are so much better when you do as you're told." He slowly pulled his cock out. His tip still dripping cum on my hole and balls. I was scared. I took poz cum from this old creep. Fuck, will I need to see a doctor or something? I didn’t know what to do in this situation. "Fuck… my ass hurts." I rubbed my ass. My hand coated in cum and sweat. Wilson sat next to dad on the couch again. "Heh. This life is going to be pretty rough for you. I have a rarely aggressive strain. Most guys I fuck turn into me within a year or two. Guess your football career is done, he he he." He was rubbing dad's ass, casually fingering it, and sucking the juices off his fingers. I was only paying attention to every other word he was saying. My head was spinning. "Whatever dude. Just not my dad." Mr. Wilson chuckled. He reached between the cushions and pulled out a 300-ml marinade injector. The one dad used for marinading large briskets. He must have gotten it while I was in the bathroom. It was loaded all the way up with a murky, pale yellowish-brown jello substance. He stuck the tip in dad's ass and put his hand on the plunger. "What the hell is that?" "It’s the remaining cum sludge from the hot tub filter. Your father needs a good basting." "You can’t put that crap in him!" "He has far worse in him than this." "What?" "Oh, my dear boy. You were in the bathroom for a long time. I've already shot a load of cum in him. You walked in on me working my way up to a second load. And of course, while you sucked my toes, I shot a second load off." And with that, he pushed the plunger down and filled dads's ass with the rest of that foul stuff. "I think it’s time I called it a night. The two of you will have plenty to discuss in the morning." Wilson gathered his clothes and left us for the night. I was sitting there with a sore ass, looking at my passed out dad. His sweaty ass sticking up in the air filled with all sorts of cum from who knows how many guys. Mine included. I was scared for my dad. I didn’t want him to suffer for my mistake. I crawled over to him and spread his ass. It was sloppy, mucky, and beautiful. I didn’t think this would work, but the only idea I had was to suck on his ass like venom out of a snake bite. I planted my mouth on his hole and sucked. I used my tongue to loosen him up. I tried my best to drink as much cum out of him as possible. "Ryan?…. Is that…you?" Dad was walking up. I kept his ass firmly attached to my face, holding him tight. I kept eating him out. Dad was only partially awake and still drunk, like me. He was noticeably rejecting my efforts, but I wasn’t letting him up. "Just push it out, dad. Let your ass shoot it out in me." I continued sucking his ass. ‘Stay still, dad’ I thought to myself. ‘Let your son do what’s best for you, and let him eat the cum out of you.’ Dad was too out of it to stop me. But he did what I instructed. He pushed and filled my mouth with cum. I ate his ass all night. I had to be thorough.

You sound like the perfect ex…

I’ve been following this thread and I’m really pleased by the level of support that you’ve been receiving from well wishers spanning two continents. The guys have been with you every step of the way, and it highlights the sense of community that exists in BZ. It swells my heart and my pierced cock!! Btw, your PA is HOT. Show it off with pride!! 🐷

Love corruption and conversion stories! 🐷

great looking piercing on a hot cock! A+!

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I was part of a Man’s Country conversation here recently. I dug into its online history too. My first trip to Chicago a bathhouse/club had recently been closed. My second trip in 2009 there were only two bathhouses Mans Country and Steamworks. Now MC is also gone, it deteriorated brutally until 2017. The reviews were horrible to read, but in 2009, I enjoyed it. As owners of places like these age and pass, leaving no heirs, what takes their place? NY is down to one bathhouse. Theyre a part of gay history and these places, once in deterioration, don’t get rescued. Do we have enough sense of community to see new gay owners take over the difficult task of keeping these places open?

exactly. If they are deep throating or having you chock on their dick to stimulate salivation - they definitely skipping the lube

Such a good doctor! 😈

So it is time for an update. The host has been holding both "Neg Only" and "Poz Only" parties. I've been attending both, and occasionally other guys from the Poz Only group also clandestinely attend the Neg parties. The Neg parties get a steady stream of newbies and the Poz party continues to grow in size. The last one we had almost 20 guys and by the end of the night there was cum dripping down my legs and I had also seeded 3 guys myself. An update on my home situation... My wife got the fuck flu a couple months ago. She went to the doctor and tested Poz. She was so mad she packed up her stuff and took the kids and moved in with her sister. However we've been talking again and she's calmed back down and is talking about coming back home. No secrets now. I will update on that, but it will need to be in the other forum. I am really happy now that I saw that first ad. It has really changed my life for the better!

A lot of them are getting messages that they've been permanently banned and can't create another account. A couple have tried to appeal but within seconds get an email that says that they're account won't be reinstated and they are permanently banned from twitter.

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

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

Chapter 2: Taking Care of Business Once all the editing and post-production work was completed, Hawaiian Nine Studios released its newest feature-length film, Hawaiian Ramming, to unprecedented fanfare. All the excited talk about Rod Rammer and Hawaiian Nine appearing together in not just one but two scenes had led to the biggest advance sale ever for one of the company’s productions. Nor were the stars’ legions of fans disappointed by the results. Viewers of the movie, commenting in their thousands on social media, generally divided into two camps: those who thought that Hawaiian Nine getting fucked by Rod Rammer was the hottest thing they’d ever seen, and those who thought that Hawaiian Nine’s breeding of Rod Rammer had to be the biggest turn-on of all time. Plenty of the commentators also had hot words of praise for Laszlo, especially for the final scorching ten minutes of his big scene in which Will and Eddie had parked their cameras and jumped right into the action. That fixed-camera footage had almost all been usable, and it gave the audience some epic views of Laszlo being spit-roasted by Will and Eddie at the same time that Daniel was pounding another load into Will’s tight ass. Daniel had gotten a smugly satisfied look on his face at the preview showing in the studio, when the room erupted in a spontaneous burst of applause as the credit “And Introducing ARPAD NAGY” (Laszlo’s screen name) faded in on the screen. Daniel felt that he was entitled to be smug. The audition clip which Laszlo had submitted was a bit pedestrian, but Daniel’s sixth sense in these matters had whispered to him that Laszlo had the quality of a star, and just needed to be taught how to bring it out for the camera. So Daniel had signed him up, and then proceeded to teach him. Laszlo’s education was partly simple lessons in what to do and what not to do during a shoot, partly studying and talking about the work of previous bottoms on their films. More than both of those together, of course, was the in-person training which Daniel had definitely enjoyed giving the eager young fellow. His memory strayed backwards to the first time he had played with Laszlo. He’d set up some lights and a couple of stand cameras, more to give Laszlo the feeling of playing during filming than with any hope of getting actual usable footage. What Daniel had gotten, though, was a rare opportunity in the porn biz – Laszlo had told him at his interview that his ass was still virgin. Daniel was sorely tempted to try to film the big moment, but he knew that with his thick cock, getting Laszlo to loosen up enough to take him was going to take too long for porn use, and would probably require a lot of patience and effort in exchange for long stretches of relatively useless footage. He was wrong. And he thanked his lucky stars that he’d decided at the last minute to turn the cameras on, just for the hell of it. Now, in his mind, he found himself reliving that evening. “Oh, so that’s what it looks like,” Laszlo had said, commenting on the lights and cameras as Daniel led him into the room. After that one comment, the young guy ignored the technology. A man on a mission, he came right into Daniel’s arms and began kissing him, at the same time grinding his packed crotch against Daniel’s bulge. In just a few more seconds, Laszlo’s left hand had slid downwards and begun fondling and squeezing that big lump in Daniel’s tight gym shorts. Of course, his shorts immediately began to grow even tighter, and Laszlo worked his hand with even more enthusiasm, feeling an instant response to his busy, squeezing fingers. Before long, call it half a dozen kisses later, Laszlo’s hand had plunged down inside the waistband and was busily engaged in fishing Daniel’s now-hard tool out of his jockstrap and stroking the head, which was already leaking. But Daniel also had an agenda, and he pulled Laszlo’s hand out of his shorts before proceeding to pull up the younger guy’s t-shirt. Obediently, Laszlo lifted his arms over his head and Daniel pulled the shirt up and off. Now, he plunged his head down and began sucking on Laszlo’s cute little nips, making them stand up and quiver, and making their owner quiver right along with them as the attention was making his cock jump up and down inside his pants. As soon as Daniel ran his hand inside the waistband, he realized something right away – and confirmed it when he pulled Laszlo’s jeans off. This eager young hotshot had gone natural. No jock. No boxers. No briefs. No G-string. Not only that, but the guy’s cock was doing one of the rarest tricks in the biz, standing right up against his abs and bouncing off them each time his muscles contracted. With his head already leaking copious amounts of clear juice, it was obvious that Laszlo was horny beyond belief and desperately needed something to occupy him. With that thought, Daniel slid his own shorts down and off, then grabbed the back of Laszlo’s head and pushed him downwards towards Daniel’s crotch. Laszlo nearly went crazy, inhaling Daniel’s rich crotch aroma and chowing down on his sperm-soaked jock (it was his special filming jock which always appeared in every one of Daniel’s scenes). And there was his prize, the legendary Hawaiian Nine, pushing its way out of the waistband, stretching the elastic, urgently seeking freedom and daylight. Or film light, at least. Without any urging, Laszlo went straight for the head, sliding back the skin, and licking all around the slimy head before taking it right into his mouth. As he slurped on the massive tool, Laszlo tugged down on the jock so that he could reach the entire length of the shaft. Daniel could tell right away that this part of sex, at least, was an area where Laszlo had plenty of experience. The young Hungarian wasn’t quite able to deep-throat the monster facing him, but he managed to swallow a good two-thirds of it, and then – pulling back – gave the entire length a thorough tongue bath before pushing the bulbous head back into his mouth and down his throat. Daniel let him work on that big, erect meat for a few minutes, but then pulled him back up. It was time. Daniel spun Laszlo around and told him to lean over and plant his hands on the edge of the table. Then Daniel bent down, pried Laszlo’s cheeks apart, and buried his face right into that hot young crack. For a moment, Daniel was tempted to laugh, thinking of the apposite words, “to boldly go where no man has gone before,” but he resisted the urge. He did summon up every bit of his years of experience with men to give Laszlo’s ass a tongue bath that he would never forget. From licking at the sides of the crack to slurping on the hole, then lashing his tongue back and forth across the button until it began to loosen and flex in response – Daniel knew all the techniques. And he could tell exactly when it was time to introduce a finger into the game. Laszlo moaned at the pressure, and then gave a tiny cry as the probing finger breached his hole and he felt a man opening him up for the first time. The death grip of that hole on his finger assured Daniel that Laszlo was indeed a virgin – and reminded him to take his time and do his best to make it a good experience for the youngster in front of him. Daniel resumed his tongue work on the crack and hole, while at the same time he began sliding his finger slowly in and out, changing the angle on each stroke. His finger play soon took on a pattern – imagine a circular track around Laszlo’s ass, and Daniel was swinging around the circle, thrusting in from eight different positions on each complete circle. Laszlo was moaning almost nonstop as Daniel’s finger worked inside him. Then the moans changed to a loud yelp and “ohmigod, ohmighod,” as the finger reached in farther and began to stroke his prostate. Looking down between his legs, Daniel saw a long string of precum stretching itself downwards from Laszlo’s cock to add to the growing pool on the floor between his feet. And then, Laszlo’s hole bloomed. It relaxed, opened, began chewing on the stroking finger instead of just tolerating it. Daniel took the hint and introduced a second finger. Laszlo’s busy ass kept right on grabbing at both fingers, and Daniel was thinking that it was just about time to consider trying it with the Hawaiian Nine. Then Laszlo pre-empted him. “Fuck, man, aren’t you ever going to get that cock into me?” Daniel chuckled. “Okay, since you want it so badly….” He proceeded to pull out his fingers, then squirted a generous glob of lube onto his dick, and another on his hand. He spread the lube all over his tool, and then worked it around and into Laszlo’s hole. “Okay, boy, just relax and let yourself open.” He placed the thick head of his dick against the virgin hole, already closing up again, and then leaned on it. At first the hole resisted. “Relax. Go limp, like a rag doll.” Daniel kept the pressure on, slowly leaning harder, and then came a sudden “pop” – actually audible like that – and he was in. Laszlo gasped aloud, but he kept breathing slowly and deeply. His muscles slowly eased off the clamp-down on the intruder, and the Hawaiian Nine began to slide a bit deeper inside him. Even with all the preparation, and with Laszlo so eager to be fucked for the first time, it took a good five minutes before Daniel felt his tool come up against an obstacle. Laszlo was just too small a man to take the whole thing, and he would certainly need a lot more practice before he could learn how to let his insides shift around to accommodate it. “How does it feel?” “It hurts, but it feels amazing too.” “Do you want me to pull out?” “Hell, no! Keep it in me. I want that big cock, and I want you to fuck me until it spits a big load inside me!” “Okay, since you asked.” With that, Daniel began slowly sliding in and out of the no-longer-virgin hole. Laszlo’s ass muscles were grabbing at him every inch of the way, but the younger guy was already beginning to get the knack of when to squeeze and when to relax. And Daniel was loving every minute of it. As Laszlo relaxed more into the fuck, Daniel slowly began speeding up. He wasn’t going to give this young guy a full-on pounding, not yet anyway, but he definitely wanted to let him know what it felt like to be fucked, and he definitely planned to give the boy his first load in the ass. Laszlo was paying close attention to Daniel, as well. He heard the steadily increasing rate of breathing, and the change of tone as it got harsher and shallower. Knowing the symptoms from his earlier sucking and jerking experiences, he could guess that Daniel was just about ready to breed ass. “Yeah… yeah… fuck me… fuck me, man… cum in me… breed my hole… I want it….” “Here it comes, boy. Get ready, I’m going to fill you, load you up.” “Fuck, yeah. Give it to me! Pump it in. Fucking breed me!” Daniel let out a loud groan, slammed deep inside, and Laszlo felt the pulsations of his cock against his ass ring and knew that Daniel was shooting a load deep inside his hole. His first load. Laszlo, gasped aloud, yelled “Fuck!” and his whole body contorted as his cock erupted, hands-free, splattering what looked like a quart of sperm against the legs of the table and all over the floor underneath it. Daniel groaned again as Laszlo’s orgasm caused his ass to contract violently around Daniel’s cock. After they’d had time to recover their breath, and clean up some of the mess, the two of them sat down together on the bed (which hadn’t gotten used at all yet) and watched the footage of their encounter playing on the TV screen. Before long, the video got both of them so hard that they just had to re-enact the scene, this time with Daniel lying on his back and Laszlo climbing on top and riding on that massive, thick meat. In no time, their excitement led to Laszlo spilling a second hands-free load while Daniel blasted off yet again inside that already filled ass. It had definitely been a fuck for the ages, but Daniel still hadn’t decided exactly how or when to use the video footage that had captured it for all time. And now, here he was, savouring the enthusiastic welcome from the audience of his colleagues and friends for his hot young find. From the applause, it was evident that many of the people working on the film had also met and admired – and fucked and enjoyed -- the hot young Hungarian bottom. Laszlo admitted as much when talking to Daniel after the viewing. He made no secret of the fact that working for Hawaiian Nine Studios had gotten him laid at least half a dozen times, aside from the scenes in the film. Daniel laughed at his eager young protégé’s frank description of his off-screen adventures. “Better be careful about talking too much – you wouldn’t want to make the studio owner jealous, now, would you?” Laszlo chuckled. “No, I would rather make him something much harder to handle.” Daniel simply laughed again. He was tempted to respond to the insatiable Laszlo’s blatant come-on, but he had, as always, some business to take care of the next day, and needed to save his energy. He said as much, and then turned away to talk to one of his silent partner financiers, thereby missing the crestfallen look which swept across Laszlo’s wide-eyed features. Daniel’s “business” was to audition, over the next two days, two young performers who’d applied to work with the company. Getting to audition applicants in person was one of the big fringe benefits of his work as head of a production company. He’d picked the two out of the usual weekly pile of superstar wannabes. It was a simple matter to weed out the applicants who were tops when he wanted bottoms, or vice versa, and even simpler to delete everyone who didn’t bother to read through the entire page before clicking into the application form (a large percentage of the total). These were easy to spot because they were either (a) underage or (b) covered with tattoos (an especial bugbear of Daniel’s – he hated guys plastered all over with vast swaths of ink). The first audition was Johannis, a sexy, muscular Icelandic blond with a matching beard, and a dick almost as big as Daniel’s. Daniel thought he’d make a great scene partner with Laszlo, but he needed to test-drive the hot Nordic stud himself first. Since he wanted a couple of hot tops to pair with Laszlo, his auditions had to be with himself as the bottom. Daniel actually didn’t mind at all. Unlike many porn studs, especially the gay-for-pay variety, he actually enjoyed playing versatile and switching tops and bottoms with guys that he got into bed. Almost as soon as they settled down out by the pool and he started chatting with Johannis, he found that the blond Viking enjoyed playing mix and match as much as he did, a good sign. Johannis soon turned to Daniel, and they began kissing, while Johannis slid his hands down and started playing with Daniel’s firm, muscular buns. In no time, his hands were probing into Daniel’s tight swimsuit and digging deeper into his crack. At the same time, he grasped Daniel’s hand and brought it to the growing bulge in his suit, clamping the hand onto himself. Wow, Daniel thought to himself, this is one impressive take-charge guy. As he thought that, he began working at the drawstrings, then pulling that tight suit clear of Johannis’ butt and down, allowing his cock to spring free. Daniel let himself be pushed down onto his knees, and took that cock into his mouth, sucking it deeply right down to the base. Johannis groaned, grasped Daniel’s head with both hands, and began face-fucking him energetically. After a couple of minutes, Johannis pulled Daniel up, spun him around, and pushed him down across the end of the bed. He peeled his own swimsuit the rest of the way down, tugged Daniel’s suit down and off, and then leaped in between Daniel’s legs, burying his face in between those tempting muscle mounds. Johannis ate ass for a couple of minutes, and by that time his cockhead was drooling, a bead of clear juice swinging in the air beneath his tool. He smeared that precum over the head, spat in Daniel’s crack a couple of times for good measure, then planted his cockhead against Daniel’s hole and began to lean. When the head pushed in, Daniel arched his hips upwards to give full access, and the big blond muscle top sank all the way inside his hot Hawaiian ass. Daniel was ready to take it, and Johannis was eager to give it. Almost at once, he began pounding, driving deep into Daniel’s willing hole. Daniel reached up and back to grasp his thighs, urging Johannis to plow him deeper and harder by pulling him in. It took barely a minute before Johannis gasped out that he was cumming. Daniel mentally noted a black mark as the hunk’s dick spewed its load far too quickly into his ass. But Johannis didn’t even slow down, he just kept pounding away. In another minute, he pulled out and rolled Daniel over onto his back as if the big Hawaiian were a child’s rag doll. He then plowed right back in and resumed fucking. Another ten minutes or so, and the big man was spurting a second load inside Daniel’s already full, wet hole. Daniel pushed him off, then, and Johannis flopped down on the bed beside him. “Can you always cum twice like that?” “At least.” “At least? What’s your record?” “Last year, I bred a guy four times in just over an hour.” “Fuck, that’s awesome. That will make a lot of my customers very happy. You’ve got the job.” “What? You don’t even want to test drive my ass first?” “If it’s as good as your tool, you’re going to be a star in no time.” For the record, Daniel did enjoy an awesome fuck inside Johannis’ muscular butt, giving the Icelandic stud a huge load and fucking another load out of him in the process. The man was incredible, an absolute fucking cum machine, and Daniel knew that he would make a slight change to his usual practice and allow Johannis to cum outside the hole once or twice, at least a squirt or two, just so viewers could see for themselves that he wasn’t faking it. Daniel had never met a guy who could cum as quickly and as frequently, over and over, ever single time. Things were a little different with Paulo the next afternoon. Paulo wasn’t as impressively built as Johannis, but he made it clear that he was all man and all top. Once he’d fucked Daniel with such power that Daniel himself had cum hands-free as Paulo bred him, the second deal was sealed. Daniel was very happy with his two newest finds, sure that he was going to get amazing scenes out of both of them. A few days later, an email went out to everyone involved with the production, reminding them all that the company was going on location again for a sequel. There was a big new film festival and awards gala for gay porn slated for Barcelona in three months’ time, and the company expected to scoop several trophies and plenty of publicity for Hawaiian Ramming. Daniel and his inner circle had already decided to film a sequel at Sitges, while they were there, with some of the same cast. The boring twink, Terry, wasn’t going (Daniel made very sure of that) but he had already auditioned and signed up two other cute twinks to appear in the film. Ryan was a cute-as-a-button little Irish redhead who made up in sexual stamina for what he lacked in size, being just about tall enough to stare at Daniel’s nipples when they talked. Miguel was a slim, dark-eyed guy from Mexico with the sweetest manner, almost as sweet as his lush round butt cheeks. Along with them, Laszlo, Johannis, Paulo, and Rod Rammer (whose actual name was Steve) were all going, as was Steve’s husband, Jim. Daniel would have to do a strong smooth-talker act, but he was hoping to get Jim on screen too, for a real-life husband-on-husband scene.

I am a MWM exclusive top. There are a lot of married guys that like to get fucked. Most will take it bare. Interestingly I am seeing an uptick of younger married guys, in their 30s. Generally, its the same story, wife has lost interest in sex, and they havent. I think it also to do with a desire to be wanted and touched in an intimate way. Since I am a married bb top, I cant comment on the married bottom perspective, but would love to hear their thoughts.

Yes! In last year, I’ve had more encounters with married straight men than before, without changing my cruising habits lol. These have included on ‘gay’ hookup sites, cottages, a work colleague and a barista at my local coffee shop. All raw without even asking about condoms, status etc and I introduced two of them to my friends Tina and Gina.

My hole in its happy place

These stories really turn me on and would hate to see them go, but it's not something I would do in real life. I don't love the fact that the after effect of my being sexually assaulted ended up with me eroticising this, but it is what it is. This is the only place I can come and not feel shame for being turned on by it.

Telling the story of Michael is hard. He loved me and wanted to move in together and build our lives together. Unfortunately for Michael, my need for other cocks and more sex drove me to break up with him. This is the story of Michael. My friend Tim, a guy I had met through a friend of a friend, asked me to go to a party with him. Tim is gorgeous. He is like most guy's wet dream, beautiful face, cut body, 6'3", maybe 200 lbs. He's that guy. I didn't know until I got there that this was one of his trick's parties. He said something like, "This place is nice but it's noisy in the morning because it's close to the street." I was like, "oh fuck, I'm here as your shield against the trick and his friends and possibly doing something you don't want to do. Thanks Tom." We both laughed at the truth of it. The host and his roommate were really hot though and in the end Tom allowed himself to be the host's arm candy for the night. As Tom disappeared into the crowd, I started talking to a group of guys near the bar. One of them was Michael. Michael and I were instantly attracted to one another. He had a high school soccer player build, no longer tight but all the right proportions, brown hair and eyes. He was so nice. Within a few hours, his hand was on my ass and we were kissing at the party. I told him I was a bottom and he said he was a top. We stayed out partying until 4am going to bars, dancing, making out, etc. Eventually we went to his place. Michael was so sweet and aggressive at the same time. I was on my knees sucking his really nice 7" thick cock as soon as we were inside his door. I got him hard and wet and he dragged me to my feet and down the hall to his bedroom. I had my shoes and pants off before we got into the room. I wanted to feel him inside me really badly, but I didn't want him to think I was a total whore, so I continued to suck his cock. As got naked and I ate his ass. He then sucked my cock and ate my ass. I was now face down on his bed. He was rubbing his cock on my ass crack as we made out. Every few strokes, I'd widen my legs and his cock would run more over my hole. I just wanted him inside me. I said, "Put some lube on my ass so you can slide easier." He did and put some lube on his cock too. He teased my hole a lot with his cock and I kept telling him to fuck me. Eventually after teasing me forever, he slid his bare cock in my ass. After he bottomed out inside me, he asked if I was sure I wanted to get fucked without a condom and I said "yes, you feel so good in my ass." Now he started just fucking away at my hole. He had me close the whole time because my cock was rubbing on the sheets as he was fucking my ass. I said I was about to cum and he sped up his fucking. I came and he stopped for a sec and then started fucking me again. He asked if he should pull out. I said cum inside me. He roared as he came in my ass. It was so awesome to have him fill me up and how he tensed up and then held me. I had him fuck my ass 2 more times that night and once more in the morning. He asked a few more times if I wanted him to use a condom. I kept saying no. He bred me four times that night. We went and had breakfast in the morning and his cum was leaking from my ass as we ate pancakes. By the next Monday, I was already texting him begging him to fuck me again. We texted a bunch of dirty talk and he made me text over and over again that I wanted his bare cock and his load. We fucked every night that week. Even nights when we had other plans, we met afterward and fucked. I was like a cum crazed whore. Within a few months, we were also talking more and dating like a regular couple. Sex was hot, but not as frequent and I was still on my knees every chance I'd get to suck him so he'd get hard and want to fuck me. One weekend a friend of his, Jakob, came to town and we all went out drinking and dancing for a few nights. On the Saturday night, Jakob admitted he'd heard us fucking the night before and was surprised I was the bottom. We laughed and I said, "I think I've fucked him maybe 5 times. I always want his cock in me." We were really drunk when we got back to Michael's apartment that night. Michael and I fucked twice that night and we didn't try to keep quiet. I woke up earlier than Michael and was pretty hungover. I went to get a glass of water and see if Jakob was ok. I figured I'd put a glass of water near him for when he woke up - something Michael and I did for each other too. As I brought the water over, I stubbed my toe on the coffee table and quietly yelped. His friend woke up and asked if I was ok. I said sure and gave him his water. He asked if we had any advil and I went to the bathroom to get it and put Michael's water on the nightstand and went back out to the living room. I closed the door to the bedroom so we wouldn't wake Michael if we talked or made breakfast or something. I brought Jakob the advil and took some myself and we sat on the couch. Jakob got up to use the bathroom and I finally saw his body - he had a rocking ass and nice abs. He was only wearing small briefs. I stared. He smiled back at me. When he came out of the bathroom, he had grabbed the bottle of lube we kept in there and said, "We don't have a lot of time and I want to fuck you." I don't know why, but I was bent over the couch with my ass out two seconds later. He lubed his cock and slid inside me. I guess it was really long when hard because when he bottomed out inside me, he hit a place Michael hadn't ever hit. I was stunned. His cock was thinner than Michael's but was really far inside me. He said, "I hear you begging for Michael's bare cock and his loads. Let's not pretend you won't take my load." He started fucking me with short strokes and kept hitting that spot in my ass. I was loving it. He started fucking me harder and I was trying not to make any noise, as was Jakob. He started stroking my cock and fucking me faster. He came inside me quietly, flipped me over and sucked the load out of my cock. I was spent. Jakob put his underwear back on and then went to take a shower. I went back to bed with Michael. When I got in bed, he reached over for me and I told him Jakob was awake and taking a shower. Michael said there was just enough time to fuck me again and I let him. He didn't need any lube and said my ass was so wet. I told him it was his cum and lube from the night before (like 5 hours ago). He chuckled and said I was really a great bottom bitch. He slammed his cock into me over and over and I was moaning and grunting. Michael came inside me and we collapsed. He kissed me and went to get me off and I said, "Don't worry about it. I am happy not cumming right now." I felt guilty for weeks after that. I'd never cheated on one of my boyfriends before. It was breaking my heart every time he said he loved me and every sweet thing he did for me. I was also getting hard regularly thinking about that spot Jakob hit inside my ass. I knew Michael would never get in that far. I'd think about Jakob's cock inside me as Michael fucked me. I was really torn. I knew Michael and I could never have an open relationship. He and I had done threesomes, but they were awkward for us. Michael and I eventually lasted just about a year. I never told him about Jakob, but I couldn't forget that I'd cheated and how fucking good Jakob's cock felt inside me. I was getting distant and he knew something was up, so one day I told him I didn't think I was going to be as happy with him as he was with me. I broke his heart when I broke up with him. I felt terrible. Within a year, I had gone from his cumdump the night we met; to begging for his cock; to taking his cock every chance I got; to not being satisfied with his cock; and then not being satisfied with the relationship. I broke up with Michael because I wanted more and bigger cocks. There was no other reason. I gave up a great guy for more cock. I didn't know what was happening to me. A few years ago, I'd have been totally happy and in love with a guy like Michael. He was my goal - stable, hot, good sex, funny, smart, sweet; but it wasn't enough. Jakob's longer cock had shattered that happiness for me. It reminded me how great it was to get fucked by different cocks and used by different guys. What was happening to me?!? A quick note on Michael: He is an amazing guy. He got married a few years ago. He and his husband, who I see out every once in a while, are really happy together. They now have two kids and they are the family Michael wanted to have with me. I'm glad he's happy. I'll never forget that I broke his heart.