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Chapter 2 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. * * * As Mr. Sanchez's office door closed behind him, Caleb's thoughts ricocheted about. He wondered nervously whether he had done enough to keep Mr. Sanchez from making a report to Principal Lenox. With a curious mix of excitement and anxiousness, he wondered what Mr. Sanchez planned to do later at their lunch-time meeting. Moreover, what is it that Mr. Sanchez had been sending and to whom on Caleb's cell? Snatching his focus from these thoughts, however, was the slickness of the cum lubing Caleb's ass cheeks as he walked down the hallway. Caleb's cock swelled inside his pants as he dwelled on this feeling, which was wholly new and entirely pleasant to him. Caleb walked himself back to first-period calculus — the same class he had left earlier to go masturbate in the boy's bathroom. Was it still first period, though? Without his phone he couldn't check the time, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember if he had heard the bell or not while Mr. Sanchez had been pounding that big, raw dick into his teen butthole. Whatever the case, Caleb needed to retrieve his backpack. He swallowed his nerves as he pulled open the door to Mr. Jacobs' room. The familiar eyes of his fellow classmates were on Caleb as he walked into the silent room. It was, indeed, still first period. The books and papers on everyone's desk indicated quiet time for assignment work. In a hushed tone, Mr. Jacobs gently called Caleb over. "Everything okay, Caleb?" "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." "You were gone for quite a while. I was just about to send someone to check on you." "I'm fine." Caleb declined to preempt Mr. Jacobs' curiosity as he hurriedly considered the implications of various explanations. By not giving Caleb an excuse note, Mr. Sanchez had put Caleb in an awkward position. How was he to justify the mid-class detour to let Mr. Sanchez please himself inside Caleb's lower intestines? Brow furrowed, Mr. Jacobs searched Caleb's face for information that words had not furnished. "Is there a reason you were gone for most of class, then?" "Mr. Sanchez asked me to his office." "He gave you a pass, yes?" Caleb fidgeted in the face of Mr. Jacobs' insistence. "No, I think he forgot." Eyebrow raised, Mr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Sanchez is not one to forget. If he let you back without a pass, that tends to be for one reason only." Caleb, unaccustomed to having to justify his actions, felt butterflies in his stomach -- a strangely complimentary accompaniment to the soreness in his rear. Mr. Jacobs opened his desk drawer and pulled out his cell. After a few taps and swipes, he set his cell on the desk, screen down, and looked back up at his nervous student. "I'm going to need you to stay after class, Caleb. Head back to your seat." Caleb made his way to the back of the class, moving through the curious glares of his classmates. He surmised their silent efforts to reconcile his behavior that morning with his always-follows-the-rules reputation. Mr. Jacobs' statement about the reason for the missing pass bounced around inside Caleb's skull, but he could not bring himself to believe that Mr. Jacobs could possibly know what precisely had transpired in Mr. Sanchez's office. Could such extraordinary events be guessed with so little context? The most forceful doubt that kept the thought turning in Caleb's mind was the fact that Mr. Jacobs had conferred with his cell phone. Why would he want to check his personal device instead of any of the official communication channels internal to their school intranet? As Caleb took his seat, the pressure of the chair against his ass made for a fresh reminder of how his hole had been made to satisfy Mr. Sanchez's substantial manhood. Caleb found the feeling both discomforting and satisfying. He wondered how Mr. Sanchez's DNA was fairing inside his freshly fucked rectum. Caleb's hardening cock began to push his pants upward into the underside of his desk. The rustle of his classmates' belongings signaled the impending bell tone, which followed on cue. The class emptied of all but Caleb and Mr. Jacobs. Unable to hide his erection, Caleb remained at his seat, hoping his post-class conversation with Mr. Jacobs would not force his erection into view. "Caleb, you can come on up here, please." Caleb stood up and moved to the front of the room. Mr. Jacobs walked over to the classroom door, and as he was locking it, with his back still to Caleb, said dryly, "Nice erection." Caleb's eyes widened in embarrassment. Mr. Jacobs turned to face his silent student. "You know you should be more careful letting a grown man like Mr. Sanchez inseminate you without protection, my dear boy. You're just asking for HIV." Caleb's stomach flipped. Any doubt that he had about what Mr. Jacobs knew evaporated. The mention of HIV added a more ominous dimension to the trouble that Caleb already knew himself to be in. What else did his math teacher possibly know? "Take your clothes off, and get up on my desk. Lie on your back and hold your legs all the way back for me. I have to make this quick." Caleb's heart felt as though it wanted to leap out of his rib cage. He complied with the old man's instructions, adjusting to the coldness of the desk against his naked back. "Mr. Sanchez load you up good?" The crude directness was surprising coming from the mouth of the otherwise straight-laced Mr. Jacobs. Of course, neither would Caleb have imagined presenting his freshly bred hole to a gray-haired, balding, gaunt old man like Mr. Jacobs either. Caleb watched between his lifted legs as his calculus teacher fumbled his thin, long cock out of his unzipped fly. "You going to answer my question, slut, or are you looking to fail this quiz?" Without waiting for a response, Mr. Jacobs plunged his index finger deep into Caleb's hole, stirring the fresh cum inside, then pulled it out, and promptly shoved it right into Caleb's mouth. "Go ahead and suck Mr. Sanchez's baby batter off my finger, slut." Caleb sucked on his calculus teacher's cum-drenched digit eagerly, savoring the unique saltiness of Mr. Sanchez's load. Mr. Jacobs withdrew his finger from Caleb's mouth and quickly gripped his surprisingly bright-pink dick, plunging it right into Caleb's cum-lubed hole without warning. Caleb let out a surprised, "Unh!", as Mr. Jacobs muttered, "Oh fuck!" Mr. Jacobs' abrupt bottoming out inside the teen's anal cavity left a pained look on Caleb's face. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with your ass muscles, Caleb. Mr. Sanchez will absolutely destroy you if you let his load leak out before lunch." Caleb squeezed his ass muscles tightly around his math teacher's long, bare dick as it continued to press painfully against Caleb's second hole. Mr. Jacobs looked fixated at the place where the base of his cock came into contact with the teen's fuckhole. "You ever take grandpa cock bare before, Caleb?" Mr. Jacobs slowly started moving his dick back and forth inside Caleb's cum-filled ass. "No, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb savored the feeling of having a second raw cock forcing its way into his already used fuckchute. "Well, maybe I should change your homework assignment and have you bring a bottle of dick pills to the assisted living facilities around here to do some community servicing. It would look great on your college applications, for one thing. And I bet you could easily get a dozen loads in your juicy ass before school if you started early enough." Caleb moaned and then replied, "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." He felt the old man's cockhead poking painfully at his second hole. "You are every bit the nasty slut Mr. Sanchez said you were." Mr. Jacobs picked up the pace of his fucking. "Ow, ow!" Caleb exclaimed softly, trying not to offend Mr. Jacobs but unable to ignore the pain he was feeling. "You want me to slow down, Caleb?" Caleb nodded, wincing. Mr. Jacobs looked directly into Caleb's pained eyes and began slamming his cock harder and harder into the boy's hole, pummeling the teen's tightly closed second hole over and over with his snake-like dick. "Ah, fuck!" Caleb inhaled sharply, still not realizing that his effort to grip Mr. Jacob's cock tightly with his anal opening was also keeping his second hole from relaxing against the assault it was enduring. "I'm going to make you into my little first period pussyboy, Caleb. Would you like that, slut? You want to be your teacher's little pussyboy?" Mr. Jacobs pounded the teen's fuckchute even faster. With a pained voice, Caleb managed to say, "Yes,... sir… aah…." "You come into my classroom smelling freshly fucked and full of cum again, and you can expect exactly the same treatment, you understand, slut?" "Unh! Yes, sir…." In spite of his efforts, some cum managed to leak from Caleb's hole down his ass crack and pooled on Mr. Jacobs desk. Mr. Jacobs' thrusts reached their peak as he continued slamming Mr. Sanchez's load deeper into Caleb's guts. "Here comes my load, pussyboy!" Mr. Jacobs grunted loudly as he began coating the teen's insides with his thick grandpa load, adding to Mr. Sanchez's frothed up cum. Caleb did his best to keep gripping Mr. Jacob's spindly, raw cock as tightly as he could. "Keep gripping my dick like that, Caleb. I want you to milk every last drop of cum into your pussy." "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb watched through his legs as the old man's thrusting slowed and came to a rest. Caleb continued gripping his ass muscles as Mr. Jacobs began his slow, methodical withdraw. "Careful not to spill, boy. You gotta keep all that cum in you through lunch, remember." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied dutifully, the pain in his voice having been replaced by relief. "Good boy. Now show me your hole." Caleb tilted his pelvis upward and pulled back on his spread legs even more. Mr. Jacobs picked up his cell and snapped some closeups of Caleb's pink, cum-glistening hole. The gray-haired calculus teacher then took a few steps back, pressed something on the screen, and staring into his phone, asked Caleb, "How many loads you got in you, boy?" "Two, sir." "Good boy. You going to be my personal pussyboy from now on?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell all the horny old men watching this that you love raw senior citizen cock." Caleb hesitated. "Say, 'I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy.'" "I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy." "Now get your creamy boypussy to class, slut. You're going to be late." * * *

Matt goes back to Brisbane on Sunday evening and my arse and body in general feels empty. I could easily say I have fallen for the man. We chat every day through work on teams and text in the evenings. Sure enough, just on the 2 weeks mark I have a mild flu. Nothing serious and not COVID. All things considered; I do a home test. And I am HIV positive. Of course, I know I need to go to get it confirmed, but the symptoms are quite mild (which I am grateful for) and I am in no rush. I text Matt with only 4 words. “Congratulations, you’re a dad”. He responds saying he knew he would be. He has fucked a lot of guys, but never spent a couple of days repeatedly breeding the same guy with that much toxic seed. Being the gentleman he is, he asks how I am going and if I need anything. I tell him it has been quite mild, so all good. I knew it was just a weekend of fucking and nothing more, but part of me feels bumbed that it couldn’t be more. I was very surprised at his next text. “So how does this weekend look? You ready for me and the three breeders to “convert” you?” I honestly didn’t think he would give it a second thought now the deed was done. I suggested the following weekend and he asked if he could come down on the Friday again, but this time stay with me. Like that even needed to be asked. We talk a lot over the next two weeks and Matt seems to take a genuine interest in me. He comes down on the Friday like before. Work is totally different, and I am shocked when he walks in and this time in front of everyone he just walks right up to me and kisses me smack on the lips and says “hey babe”. The girls in the office cheer and one of them says “I knew it”. We can’t wait the day out so Matt fucks me in the mens toilets at work. Normally it is me, but Matt seems to really struggle to keep his hands off me. We walk from work to my place and the entire walk he switches from his hand around my shoulder to holding it. I am already developing a wet patch in the back on my pants. He just cums so much. We get home and within minutes of getting in the door he is balls deep in me and filling my hole with his seed again. We step out on the balcony for a smoke and chat for a while. Matt then offers to take me to dinner, so we clean up and I am struggling to hold his last load in me. During dinner we talk, and he repeatedly grabs my hand during the conversations. The chat finally moves to the breeding session. Matt: So, are you excited? Me: Hell yeah. Although your load counts for at least 10 guys, so 3 more is going to be interesting. Matt: Trust me when I say, take a spare pair of jeans (and he laughs) Matt: One thing I wanted to ask you about. Why are you single? Me: I could say the same thing. But to answer your question, I believe I am an acquired taste. The interest just hasn’t been there from other guys. That and I am a pig whore bottom as you are aware. Matt: Well, I had a few boyfriends and it just didn’t work out. Weirdly they didn’t like how much I came and then I got poz and I just couldn’t see anyone accepting me. Me (Jokingly): Really? Fuck I’d marry you in a heartbeat. Matt grabs my hand and looks me directly in the eyes and laughs “careful what you wish for”. Matt: So, for tomorrow, it is all normal. We are all going to fuck you. A lot of “knocking you up” talk etc. Only I will know you are already pregnant, and I will keep it that way. We will let them think they all did the deed. We go home chatting and holding hands and as we pass a quite laneway with one of those big bin containers in it, Matt laughs and drags me behind it. We make out like two school kids before he pulls the back of my pants down and bottoms out in me with one thrust. In only a couple of thrusts he is filling my hole again. Then we get back to walking home. Only now he walks with his hand down the back of my jeans and finger poking in and out of my arse. Remember how big his loads are, by the time we get home the entire back of my jeans are wet. When we get home, we shower together and head to bed. It goes without saying Matt fucks me a few more times that night and in the morning the sheets need changing there is so much cum on them. The next day we go out for a light lunch, and it feels nice to spend time with Matt like this. But I know it is only for me to be his and his mate’s toy for the night. The day rolls on and before I know it I am in a sling in a garage with Matt and 3 other sexy men standing around me naked with hard-ons. One guy is a truly gorgeous blonde guy. Also, around 6’ tall, beautiful blonde hairy chest and blonde beard and as I discover later, he has a gorgeous 7” cock with a PA in it. The other two are similar to Matt with dark hair. They all have hairy chests which I love and to be honest I really would be proud for any of them to be the seed that knocks me up. All three of them have the same biohazard tattoo that Matt does in the same spot. The blonde guy “Dave” then pulls his camera out and starts filming while Matt then stands behind him and the camera and starts asking me questions. Matt: We are recording this because it is important to understand what is going to happen and that you consented to this and it was your decision. Do you understand that all four of us are HIV positive with high viral loads? Me: Yes Matt: Do you consent to letting all four of us fucking you raw and cumming inside you? Me: Fuck yes please! Matt: A simple yes or no will suffice pig. (Matt winks at me out of site of the others) Do you understand that there is a very high chance that after today you may become HIV positive and take full responsibility for that outcome? Me: Yes. Matt: Good, now get your clothes off and your pig bottom arse up in that sling. Tonight your life will change forever (another wink). I do as I am told and jump up in the sling. Dave comes over and rubs some oil on my arse and…. Dave: What the fuck? You horny little pig. Guys, look at this, we have a genuine pig here. Dave points to my arse cheeks where I have a picture of a pig tattoo’d on one cheek and the word “Pig” tattoo’d on the other. Dave leans up and tongue kisses me for about 2 minutes then moves to my ear and whispers “enjoy your last night as neg boy”. To be continued.

My first ever story. Hope it's not terrible! Enjoy x This place didn’t smell very good, and yet the smell made me even hornier. I needed this. I had been jerking to gay porn for months, although my girlfriend had no idea. I even bought her a new dildo which I had become far more familiar with than she had. I just had to at least have a guy blow me. Maybe I’d even blow him. Those cocks in the porn I watched looked so damn enticing. Surely a blow job would satisfy me, and I could move on from this phase. Today the urge had gotten too much. I was sliding the gifted dildo in and out of my hole when the brain in my dick had taken over and driven me to the sauna in town. Of course, I knew about this place. I fantasised about coming here often but never planned on it. Now I was here and naked in the semi dark. The occasional hand groped my ass as I walked around. I stumbled upon some booths and decided to collect my thoughts in relative safety. There were no screens as I had expected but there was two well sized glory holes in the walls. There was cum running down the one in front of me and it made me hard. An eye appeared above the cum and then a finger. I knew the signal, so I took a deep breath and slid my cock through. Holy hell this had to be the best cock sucker in the world. My girlfriend needed lessons from this guy. I really wasn’t going to last long but before I could shoot my load he stopped. So close. I pulled my cock out of the hole to take a look through when his own cock slid through to my side. I guess that was only fair and it wasn’t a huge scary thing it was about 6 inches. Same as my own. I knelt down and licked at the head before sucking it in as deep as I could. It tasted kind of weird, a mix of cum and other things as far as I could tell, and it was intoxicating. I sucked and licked for all I was worth. This wasn’t a phase. I needed this. Far too soon the cock pulled away. My unknown friend told me to place my ass against the hole. His voice was rough, and I felt like I had to obey. I was way too horny anyway and happily obliged, unsure though if I really wanted anyone to fuck me. I needn’t have worried as he slid his tongue between my cheeks causing me to involuntarily moan like a bitch. I pushed my ass against the hole as hard as I could to get more of these sensations. I guess someone had heard me moaning and joined the opposite booth and whilst moaning I suddenly had another cock in my face from the other side. I didn’t even hesitate and started to suck this new guy who was a little bigger. My attention was alternating between the tongue in my ass and the cock in my mouth and I was feeling totally out of control to my urges. The guy eating my hole starting inserting fingers, first one then some more licking, then two and more eating. I knew what he was doing but it felt so good I couldn’t stop myself even had I wanted to. Soon enough something bigger than some fingers was pushing its way into my now open hole. This was many times better than my dildo and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. The guy fucking me wasted no more time easing me into it and started to fuck me hard. The force was pushing me onto the other cock and for a slight second, I wished my girlfriend could see me right now. Almost totally lost in the moment my brain kicked me back to reality and the madness of letting some random guy fuck me without a condom. What the hell was I doing? My panic threatened to pull me out of the situation and off the bare cock in my ass but timing is everything and the cock in my mouth exploded. I was forced to swallow my first ever load and the distraction was just enough time for the guy behind me to slam home and hold his cock buried in me. Oh fuck. I wasn’t sure I could feel anything, but I knew he had just blasted a huge load of cum in my ass. I was conflicted, hornier than ever and scared like I’ve never been. I had cum in my mouth and in my ass, but my dick was harder than ever. The guy I sucked left his booth and the guy that just fucked me spun around and put his own ass against the hole. It had clearly already seen some action and there was a small biohazard tattoo on his left ass cheek. The internal fight raged but I surrendered and pushed my bare cock into the cummy hole. I needed this.

I confess that I sometimes listen to porn just for the sounds of sex: the moans and groans, the dialogue if any. I find it hot, and it invites me to become a participant by actively bringing my imagination to the party. It’s sort of like listening to old-time radio shows which once was called “the theatre of the mind.” And yes, I do like being watched when I’m having sex. That’s a large part of the fun at bath houses and sex parties.that also means that I like watching.

Caleb lifted his gaze and looked directly into Mr. Sanchez's eyes. "Yes, it is big." Mr. Sanchez paused as he held Caleb's gaze. "When it gets big like this, Caleb, it hurts. You don't want me in pain, do you?" Caleb paused and glanced back down again, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. "No, sir." "Feel how hard it is. Go on." Caleb extended his hand tentatively, hoping he hadn't misunderstood what his teacher was asking of him. "Feel how hard it is," Mr. Sanchez repeated. Caleb let his fingers come into contact with Mr. Sanchez's stiff cock shaft. To Caleb's surprise, Mr. Sanchez's shaft felt even harder than it looked. "Unless you can help me fix this, Caleb, I'm going to have to let Principal Lenox know about what I saw you doing in the bathroom stall." Caleb's stomach vaulted into his throat. How he wished he had never installed those damn apps. He had been so excited to download them now that he was finally eighteen. How he had counted the months in anticipation. How could he have forgotten to put his phone on silent before getting to class this morning? "I'll tell you what. If you help me get rid of this pain you've caused, I'll let you off with a warning. I'd really hate to see you not graduate on time after all the hard work you've done. But you're going to have to work even harder right now to show me you're serious about making up for what you've done." Leaving his fingers on Mr. Sanchez's engorged member, Caleb looked back up. "I really didn't mean to hurt you, sir." "Alright, Caleb." With that, Mr. Sanchez wrapped one hand around Caleb's and made Caleb fully grip the teacher's cock firmly. Guiding the teen's hand up and down at the base of his cockhead, Mr. Sanchez focused on how the teen's grip gently tugged and rolled his foreskin over the tip of his large mushroom head. "So, Caleb, if you're going to help me while we're doing this, I'm going to need you to tell me the truth about a few things." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied as he continued stroking Mr. Sanchez. "What were you doing on that app in the boy's bathroom?" "Answering messages," Caleb answered without taking his eyes off his teacher's cock. "Messages from whom?" "Some guys." "Oh, some guys, huh? And what were these guys saying to you?" A drop of precum emerged from Mr. Sanchez's cockslit as he continued guiding his student's hand up and down his dick. "Mostly how they wanted to meet up." "Meet up for what? To do what? Be specific, Caleb." Mr. Sanchez enclosed his hand more tightly around Caleb's, increasing the pressure from the teen's grip around the teacher's precum-leaking dick. Caleb paused before replying, "For sex." Mr. Sanchez confirmed his understanding with an "mhmm." A big drop of precum dripped from the teacher's cock onto Caleb's forearm. "Remind me how old you are, Caleb." "I just turned eighteen." "I'm going to need to unlock your phone, Caleb." "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." "Is that so? Well, it's not a request. Would you rather I call the Principal in here so you can show him whatever it is you don't want to show me?" Caleb wondered for a moment how Principal Lenox would react to seeing Mr. Sanchez's hard cock being stroked by a student. "No, sir." "I didn't think so." With his one free hand, Mr. Sanchez reached behind himself, grabbed Caleb's phone from the top of a filing cabinet, and held the screen in front of Caleb's face to unlock it. Caleb's teacher fiddled with the phone for a few minutes while never even so much as slowing the forced handjob. Caleb's heart raced inside his chest. A much thicker glob of precum leaked from Mr. Sanchez's manhood onto Caleb's forearm as Mr. Sanchez continued scrolling and swiping. "Keep stroking me," Mr. Sanchez stated without looking up. Caleb felt his teacher's hand release Caleb's as Caleb took over stroking his teacher. Mr. Sanchez began manipulating the phone with both hands. After several screenshot sounds and then a bunch of typing, Caleb listened to his teacher sending off several messages, some clearly inside the hookup apps. Others sounded like text messages. Caleb trembled as he wondered what was going on but didn't dare ask. He gripped his teacher's cock with more vigor than before in an effort to appease Mr. Sanchez, or at the very least to distract him. Another glop of precum escaped Mr. Sanchez's foreskin and oozed onto Caleb's hand. Caleb couldn't help but admire how productive Mr. Sanchez's balls had been during this disciplinary encounter. The smell of his teacher's precum roused Caleb's cock from the grip of nervousness. The teen's dick awakened to the seductive odor of this older man's pre-ejaculate. Mr. Sanchez returned the phone to its former position atop the filing cabinet. The teacher swatted his student's hand away from its manual seduction and without a word spun Caleb around to face the opposite wall. Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez's hands confidently yank the teen's pants to the floor, exposing his naked lower half. "Not even underwear, Caleb?", Mr. Sanchez asked without surprise as he swirled one finger in the overflowing precum dripping from his foreskin. "Don't know how I missed that detail in the bathroom." Caleb felt the wetness of his teacher's finger massaging the outside of the teen's warm, tight hole. "Caleb, I have to say, you're even nastier than I first thought when I saw that party listing of yours before school this morning." Caleb stayed quiet while Mr. Sanchez fingered precum into his student's compliant hole. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Caleb obliged. "There are some really disgusting men you're talking to on those apps. Do you know that?" "Disgusting, Mr. Sanchez?" Caleb felt the wet tip of Mr. Sanchez's uncut cock pressing at the entrance to the teen's hole. "Of course you wouldn't know. How could you when you haven't even asked any of them a single question?" "No, sir." Mr. Sanchez slowly pressed the tip of his cock just inside the opening to Caleb's rectum. Caleb winced. "I see you haven't even bothered to ask even one of them to show you their face, have you?" Again, Caleb was silent, hoping the question was rhetorical. Mr. Sanchez spat on his cock and pressed further into his student's velvety insides. Caleb moaned. "Too bad you put me in this position, Caleb." "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez," Caleb replied as his teacher slowly pressed his engorged cock deeper into his student. "You're mistaken if you think those men you've been chatting with were going to rubber up, you little slut. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to help me get rid of the pain you caused my dick." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "I'd rather your insides do the apologizing, boy." Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez press his meaty raw cock further into the teen's warm rectum. "In any case, you're going to need lots of help opening this tight hole of yours up if you want to be servicing all these [banned word] you've been talking to online." Caleb gasped in pain as Mr. Sanchez pressed his raw cock fully into his student. "If I catch you jacking off in the school bathroom again with those apps popping off like that for everyone to hear, I don't think I'm even going to bother bringing you here into the privacy of my office. You understand me, boy?" Mr. Sanchez began easing his spit-lubed raw dick back and forth inside Caleb. "Yes, sir." Caleb started imagining what Mr. Sanchez would make him do in the boy's bathroom but his focus was soon stolen by the intense pressure of Mr. Sanchez's surging meat pressing painfully into the walls of his tight hole. "If you're not careful, Caleb, everyone at St. Denis High is going to end up knowing what a nasty little slut you are. Is that what you want?" Mr. Sanchez continued grinding his meat into his student, picking up pace. Something in Caleb stirred, and it wasn't just from the raw dick assaulting his insides: it was the thought of everyone knowing what he really desired, his secret lust for every human adult walking around with a cock between their legs. Caleb's teen dick swelled as his teacher started pounding harder. Just then Caleb heard Mr. Sanchez snapping a pic behind him and then the sound of a message being sent. "You know, Caleb, many of us here at St. Denis already know what you've been up to online. Mr. Martin for one has been talking about the pictures you've been sending him for weeks." Mr. Martin, the janitor?, Caleb wondered. There was no way to be sure who all the men he had been messaging were since Caleb didn't ever ask to see their faces. Mr. Sanchez could feel the orgasm that was swiftly approaching. "You ready to take my load, slut?" "Yes, sir!" Caleb's hard-on had lent him a new-found enthusiasm as he finally began to appreciate the favor Mr. Sanchez was doing for him. Mr. Sanchez began dick-slamming the teen's hole with such force that surely the sound of the ass pounding could be heard in the hallway outside. Just then Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez shudder powerfully as he groaned, releasing the full force of his semen into Caleb's soft insides. Caleb had never felt a raw dick cumming so forcefully before. The pressure of the cum squirting deep into his guts made him yearn for more. The pounding having stopped but with Mr. Sanchez's softening manhood still lodged inside Caleb, the teacher spoke, "You're keeping my load inside you all day, you understand? At lunch time, I want you back in here in my office. I'm going to check to make sure you've done exactly as you're told. Don't think your punishment is over. You've still got a lot of making up to do." "Yes, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Sanchez let his softening dick slowly deflate inside his student. * * *

I think I must have been in the sling for a good couple of hours, but eventually everyone in attendance seemed to be worn out and the evening came to an end. I was absolutely knackered, quite sore, but oh so satisfied. After a plug was pushed into me to allow the loads in there to really simmer, I was hauled out of the sling so I could share one last nightcap with a few of the men who hung around, before I limped off back up to the bedroom. I took a quick shower, making sure to keep the plug in place, and then collapsed into bed and pretty much passed out. The next morning I was woken by sunlight coming in through the rather thin curtain on the window, and I lay there for a while as I processed the previous day. I had taken so, so many loads, all of them poz, and I knew there was now a pretty good chance I was infected and just waiting to seroconvert. However, I knew I had more in store as I was here for the whole weekend, something that made me quite excited despite the ache in my rear end. The plug was still in place, and I decided to just leave it there if I could take it. I eventually roused myself, got dressed in a T-shirt, hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and trainers I had brought with me, and headed out into the kitchen to see whether there was any means of getting a coffee. There was a jar of rather stale looking instant granules that did not appeal, so I headed downstairs to see what was what. There was no sign of Peter or any of the other guys, and so I went back upstairs and grabbed my cap and car keys. I then headed back down and out to my car, jamming a bit of card in the door mechanism to stop myself getting locked out of the warehouse. I had to get in the car carefully to avoid doing myself an injury from the plug inserted in my rear, and then drove off towards the retail park I had seen on my way in yesterday. I was glad to find a drive-thru coffee shop so I wouldn’t have to negotiate getting in and out of the car, despite the sordid appeal of standing in front of a barista while dozens of plugged-in toxic loads stewed inside me. Coffee and a couple of pastries bought, I pulled over in the car park and had a moment of quiet while I enjoyed my breakfast. For the first time since the previous day I thought to check my phone, but was not surprised to see no messages from my sons who were no doubt busy with the socialising that comes from the start of a uni year. After browsing social media for a bit, and smoking a couple of cigarettes, I decided I was done. I headed back to the warehouse, where I noticed a utility truck in the forecourt that had not been there before. I parked up and headed back inside, the door now propped open with a bar indicating there was definitely someone inside. “Hello?” I called as I came back in. “Ah, you’re back” said Peter, coming out of his office. “I thought you might have done a runner.” “No chance” I said, smiling. “I just needed a strong coffee and something to eat.” “Fair enough” he replied. “You still plugged?” “Oh yes” I said. “Bet you’re sore” he said, chuckling. “Fuck yeah” I replied, laughing too, “but still ready for whatever’s coming next.” “Glad to hear it” Peter said. “As it happens, a couple of club regulars who couldn’t make it last night are in there waiting for you.” I gulped, and then looked towards the door into the main room. I guess I hadn’t reckoned on this second day of fun starting so soon. “In you go” Peter said, gesturing towards the door. “They’re both on the clock and need to get back.” I hesitated for a moment longer, and then headed into the main room. Sure enough, there were were two large men in work overalls standing around, both midway through a cigarette. “Oy oy” said one of them, as I came in. “Are you our cumdump?” “I am” I said, a little nervously. “Good lad” he replied. “How about you get those clothes off and bend over this drum?” He gestured towards an old oil drum that had a bit of cloth on the top, which I guess would make it more pleasant to lean against. I paused a moment, then walked over to it. I stripped out of my T-shirt and hoodie, then pulled my trousers down over my shoes so that I was not barefoot. That left me standing there wearing only a pair of Reebok Classics and a large buttplug. I then bent over the drum, looking away from the two men. A hand touched my buttocks, and immediately moved to the plug. I felt it wiggle a couple of times, before the painful sensation of it being pulled from me. My anal muscles eventually gave way and it popped out, and I felt some of the cummy contents of my colon hit my leg as they escaped. Without any further ado, whichever of the two men it was put his cock at my hole and pushed in, filling me to the hilt in one thrust. He then started hammering into me, which was painful but also so good. He fucked without much of a word, just using me as a sheath for his cock, until he got close to climax at which point he started yelling about his toxic cum. A moment later he filled me up with that cum, starting off my second day of posing. He pulled out and his mate immediately replaced him, jackhammering even faster until he blew his load in me without a word. I was truly just a cumdump to them, without any of the camaraderie that there had been the night before. I liked it. I remained bent over while the two of them got their clothes on and left, saying nothing more to me. I was about to stand up straight again when I felt another hand on my buttocks, followed by a cock at my hole. “Would be a shame to leave you with just two loads from this session” said Peter, before he pushed himself into me for the umpteenth time. He was in less of a frantic mood than the other two guys had been, and this turned into quite a length fuck that I really enjoyed despite the ache in my hole. Much like the second guy had been, Peter was quiet throughout, just getting on with giving me a really good seeing to until he blew his load. “There, that should do for now” he said a little breathlessly, as he withdrew from me. “Can’t have you worn out before this afternoon.” “What’s this afternoon” I asked, standing up straight and turning to face him. “We’re going on a picnic” he said, smiling at me. “A picnic?” I asked. “Yep” he said, still smiling. “There’s a place we know that you’re going to love.” His smirk told me all I needed to know. We were heading outdoors, and on the menu there was only one thing: me. Awesome. [to be continued]

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

Went to Flex Cleveland on Saturday and bred 2 really nice cumdumps. The first one I deposited load number 5 in. I knew bc he had a marker and tally marks. That was a really hot experience, getting to leave your deposit number on a cumdumps ass cheek. The other load went in a cumdump in what they call the asylum, I was breeding a face down ass up pig and his friend walked over and got his ass in the air and stood right beside him, I wanted to try his ass as he was watching me breed his friend. I switched to the other guy and came in about 30 seconds, His ass was so sloppy I could feel what only could be described as pure heaven. I swear this pig had a dozen or more loads in him, He was soo loose I didn't know if he even felt much. He had so much cum in him, I felt it drip on my leg. It was fucking hot as hell. I was really disappointed I was having some performance as I was going on little to no sleep and worked a full 12 hour day before driving 2 hours to Cleveland. Next time I will have to take a nap before I go. That was kind of embarrassing but shit happens when you're a working man (60 hours a week) and still trying to have a active sex live.

Was trolling the apps late one night and some young kid (18+ back from college) was all horned up at his folks place but needed "to fuck a cumdump -bad". I replied where? He sent a google pin to an apartment complex centralized mailbox (you know the kind that have rows and rows of boxes in one or two large stand alone structures. I asked if he was for real and he said he and his friends fucked there all the time when they were younger. I drove over and walked up to the area. He was naked, and jerking a substantial cock. I dropped my shorts and bent over. My hole had a couple loads in it already and his eyes lit up when he slid in his finger. He fucked me hard and furious for about 10 minutes and then flooded my gut with what had to be a week worth of load. He fingered my cummy hole after pulling out and asked if I wanted another. I said hell yeah, so he grabbed his phone and texted his neighbor who was fucking me within 5 minutes. Two loads at the mailboxes out in the open. Was fun, but odd.

In the pew during mass

I attended my first Fickstutenmarkt in Berlin at Kit Kat last Saturday night. This event had been on my bucket list forever (a huge fantasy) and I'm so glad I got to experience it. I went into it with no expectations and an open mind and whilst it wasn't the hedonistic sexual experience I was hoping for, I still had an amazing time as a BB mare. Just a few random thoughts and observations for any future first-timers considering it... - Get there early. There were more mares than I expected and you don't want to miss out as the doors are only open an hour. There were at least 100 mares - I was #52 🙂 In my opinion, there were a few too many of us (all mares probably say that). - There is a lot of waiting around at the start with nervous/excited anticipation in the air. I read that at other FSM events that there was light play and touching amongst the mares before the stallions arrived - but I saw none of this in Berlin. - I was speaking to a few other mares after the event who all agreed that the smaller FSMs in Mannheim, Leipzig etc were better than Berlin, simply because the ratio of mares/stallions was more proportionate. In Berlin, there's a LOT of bottoms! I was also speaking to one of the stallions after the event and he said that some stallions weren't even fucking! They were simply just watching. Or they'd pick one or two mares and just stick with them the entire time. There are so many rules for the mares and I wonder if they implemented a few rules for the stallions that it would make for a better party. Such as a maximum time limit with any one mare, or minimum number of mares that you have to fuck... I dunno, there's a LOT of rules with this event as it is. - The other reason to get in early is so you can claim a good spot to get your butt nailed - such as a fuck bench or (if you're really lucky) a sling. Unfortunately, I started in a standing position against a back wall and I don't think this did me any favours... I'm over 6-ft tall and it's hard for a lot of guys to fuck me standing up. I eventually asked to me moved to a side bench that I could bend over and received a lot more attention there. In saying that, don't get disheartened if you aren't fucked the moment the stallions walk in. It may take some time. It was a slow start for me, but I eventually had multiple cocks stuffing my hole. - I was expecting more 'camaraderie' among the mares (i.e. we're all in this together, about to have our holes abused by random men so lets look after one another)... but instead it was more of a 'competitive' vibe. Mares were jostling for the best positions in the room, guarding the slings like their life depended on it (and glaring at any other mare that would dare to come near in fear of losing it). I went and stood next to a guy at the central fuck bench and gave him a friendly nod and a smile - he smiled back and then said to me in no uncertain terms that the fuck bench was at capacity and I couldn't stand there (I was only observing and had no intention staying in that location). This competitive part was a bit disappointing for me - but I guess when you have a room full of power bottoms, it's inevitable! - Note that it's really difficult to move about the room when you're blindfolded and the helpers will tell you not to move from your position unless you're being guided. This is one part I wasn't quite prepared for - staying in the one spot the whole time. I expected a bit more freedom to move about. Therefore, chose your spot wisely. Also, it took forever to the helpers to actually attend to me when I put my hand up to be relocated... I thought the helpers were at the mare's beck-and-call, but they are extremely busy and you could be waiting 10 minutes or more before you're attended to. - Even as a red hood (BB) mare, I would have estimated nearly 40-50% of guys that fucked me wore a condom. Don't think that because you have a red hood that you'll only get fucked raw. Also, most stallions won't cum in you. Why would they? There's 100 other assess in the room to try. Don't go there expecting to have your hole dripping with cum (I did get a few loads still) 🙂 - Some stallions like to fuck rough - and by this I mean they want you to be in discomfort or pain. I had one stallion that really tested my limits and I eventually had to push him away. Even when I was pushing him off me, he was continuing to fuck me hard and push my head against a sold brick wall, because that's obviously what got him off. - I'm not sure if other mares had this experience, but I had one stallion who obviously took a liking to my ass and therefore kept coming back to me. Whilst I was flattered given the number of other assess in the room he could have used, I was also annoyed because I felt like I was missing out on the opportunity to experience other stallion cocks. I could sense there were others milling around me wanting a turn, but this guy just wouldn't leave me. I knew it was the same guy because his dick was relatively small and he didn't fuck with any aggression or 'pounding'. It was too sensual and boring for me lol. But that's FSM, you don't get to pick and choose as a mare! - I have been gangbanged by guys in sex clubs before and for that reason thought I could easily handle FSM. However, the difference with being in a sex club is that you can opt out or take a quick break when needed. You don't have that option at FSM and you really have to have the mental capability to continue to have your ass fucked even if you're not enjoying it. Of course, you can always opt out at any time or take a break. But in doing so, you're potentially missing out on the full FSM experience. I would also recommend NOT taking a break and staying with it until you're totally done. It's really hard to get back into it once you've sat down and taken a breath. A lot of mares that took a 'break' eventually decided that was it for them and never returned to the floor. Overall I had an amazing time and would definitely go again. Maybe next time I'll go to one of the smaller events instead of Berlin. I expected to walk out of Kit Kat club completed exhausted and unable to take another cock... but instead I jumped in an Uber and took the short trip to Lab.oratory for more cock 😄

It's Sunday and I get to the bathhouse right before noon. I get a locker, grab my towel and make a circle of the area before finding a bed to lay down on. I'm becoming more of a regular here, but even so my nerves have kicked in so I wait till my cock gets hard before I'm ready to play. The bathhouse is a little slow, probably less than 10 guys, but I'm hopeful it'll pick up around 1pm. My cock finally gets stiff and my nerves have started to settle, and since I don't have a room I decided to see if the sling is available. The sling room is empty so I decided this is where I'll start my time. Climbing into the sling always causes the chains to rattle which echos through the place like a dinner bell. Guys pass the sling room anytime they head to the private rooms or showers so they'll all know I'm here. Not long after getting settled in, a tall very slender man with a scraggly beard (maybe late 30's early 40's), strolls up to see me in the sling, tosses his towel on the benches beside the wall, and lubes up his cock. His cock is a nice thick cock, above average, and maybe 7 inches. I take a hit of poppers as he steps between my legs and before I could ask him to go easy at first, being he was the first cock of the day, he plunges his cock deep up in side me. It wasn't too painful and I moan out "oh man" "mmmhm, fuck yeah!" His cock filled me up and I felt the whole length of his cock with each thrust. Im swinging up and down his cock and his breathing turns to light grunting, then each grunt becomes more pronounced until they're cleary the grunts of the man shooting a load deep inside my gut. He is holding my legs close to his body pulling my hips towards him, making sure his cum is buried as deep as he can get it. My cock is so hard and I could shoot my load now if I wanted to, but I had just got here and wanted to stay horny to keep me interested in playing with other guys. The tall slender man's cock soften and he pulls out. He grabs his towel and mutters how he really needed that, before leaving the room and maybe also the bathhouse as that was the last I saw of him. The first cock is always the one I have to get past before I get seriously cock hungry and this man's cock did the truck. I was now ready and yearning for whoever might be next.

Matty got off the train and headed to his hotel room for a couple of days. He arrived early after last day of school. He didn’t tell his brothers, so he could have couple of days to himself, and no real need to explain what he was doing. Matty started to get hard as he started thought about his plans. He has always had a fantasy or fetish of chasing HIV, but just never acted on it. He’d only messed around with a couple of friends in school, and only once bare with known school virgin. Now he has set with a plan for a hook up that guaranteed to poz him up. Matty has been chatting on BBRTS for a little bit, even a few phone sex chats when he could. Then about two weeks ago Bart contacted him. Bart lives in the area he and his brothers are from. Bart calls himself a Conversion Master, and has converted over 50 guys, either himself or has been the conduit for their conversion. Matty was going to Bart’s playhouse today, and Bart was going to see to his pozzing. Through their discussions Bart said he has a perfect plan, and he thinks Matty will love it. Bart has a couple of younger recent converts, and sent him pictures of their pectorals showing their biohazard tattoos which looked recent, and pictures of their cocks. Both guys were uncut with lots of foreskin like himself, which really pushed all sorts of buttons for Matty. Matty’s pozzing will be for an audience of about ten other guys, but only the two younger guys will be a part of Matty’s pozzing. Matty had a little bit of time at the motel, that Bart set him up at, so he decided to shower before heading out. While in the shower, Matty notice an extra hose which ended in some that looked like an enema tube. Well, this was the only gay owned motel here, so that’s probably what it is. Matty read about these in some porn sites. He soaped the end up good and it slid real easy up his ass, causing his dick to bounce a little and a small drop of precum to drip. He turned the nozzle dial just a little and some of the warm shower water started flowing up into his ass. The feeling of the warm flow into him caused him to moan in pleasure, and his cock to leak more precum. Matty let it flow into him just a short moment, then turned it off, and stood there rubbing his belly. He dashed out of the shower to let go into the toilet. Matty finished up, and headed out. Matty drive to the address Bart gave him. All during his drive Matty was rock hard and leaked precum anytime his dick pulsed. He walked up to a warehouse like building, with a very visible hard on. and rather large wet spot, and rang the bell. Bart opened the door wearing only a white jockstrap, his full hairy chest with its biohazard tat on full display. “You ready baby boy for end of your.chasing? Well, by the looks of big lump and wet spot, I’d say the boy is more than ready.” While saying this, Bart reached out to Matty’s crotch and ran his finger across the soaked through sticky wet spot, and licked his finger of the sweet goodness. “Gotta love a heavy leaker! Fun to look at, and fun to taste.” Matty followed Bart into the medium to dimly lit building, and was shown to a largish locker room. “Ok my little Poz Chaser, change out of your clothes into what is on the bench, ring the bell by the that door there when ready, and the. put on the goggles that are on the bench. It’ll be like wearing a blindfold, but you’ll see a little bit of shapes and things, sort of like like through a very heavy frosted glass. This will enhance your senses and fun.” Before walking off, Bart reached over and ran his finger against Matty’s very large wet spot and got some more cock nectar, and licked his finger. “While you’re changing, be sure you sample some of your last pure, sweet, negative, precum. This may be one of the last times.” Matty was left in the locker room alone. Looking around, there were about 40 lockers a little like was in your school locker room with the medium sized squares for ventilation, and from the look of it, about a third of the lockers were used. He now had a chance to pay attention to the smells, which had the typical smells of a locker room. Lots of man body scent, multiple colognes, a little bit of stale pee, but then you could also smell the distinct odor of semen and sex. All these smells together made Matty’s cock that much harder. Matty stepped up to an empty locker next to the white clothes and goggles left on a bench for him. He began to quickly strip off his clothes and put them into the locker. As he peeled of his nylon boxer briefs, he saw just how wet the entire front of them were with his precum and he could help for bring them up to his face and just inhale his smell and suck out some of the sticky liquid. Doing this made his cock flex some and drool out even more precum. As he put his wet underwear into the locker, he reached down to his cock and collected a good sized glob of the clear sticky, sweet liquid drooling out of his foreskin, and put his finger in his mouth savoring his sweet nectar. Matty has always loved precum and cum. Standing fully naked in the locker room made Matty more horny, and his dick continued to drool, making a long thin thread to the ground. He picked up the clothes, a very loose almost paper shirt and a jockstrap, then the goggles. The jockstrap had something like fly built in, it was a hole probably slightly larger around than his hard dick and a flap that stayed down by velcro covering the hole. He stepped into the jockstrap, which it felt pretty soft against his balls, and absorbed his precum quickly, he liked how the straps hugged his butt checks. He then slipped on the light shirt, which also was light and soft against his skin, sort of like stretched out cotton ball, it came down to just below the top on the jockstrap. Matty then walked over to the door and slipped on the goggles. He could see it was light, and barely make out the difference between the door and the wall, he knew were the buzzer button was but couldn’t actually see it. He felt on the wall and pressed the button. The door was opened almost immediately by Bart, though Matty couldn’t tell who it was only a blurry blob that moved. Matty knew it was Bart by his voice. “All ready for your pozzing like a good boy. Look at you, the guys will love you. Already a soaked through jock too. Let’s bring you over to the arena for all the guys to see you, and let the pozzing begin.”

Jeff was at his best in Hot Desert Knights, as someone who was on the receiving end of his cock, I can tell you he was a great top. Sure he had personality quirks, but who doesn't? I find it interesting to hear about his bottoming adventures, but my experience was only with him looking over me while he thrust away. He can top, no doubt.

Hey everyone. After more than a year I'm finally back at writing these stories. I started this last part over so many times without ever being satisfied with it that I eventually stopped trying and focused on other projects and didn't think about it all that much. I had a sudden surge of inspiration a few days ago and finally wrote it to completion. I've also started working on a spiritual sequel to it with a new victim/slave, also still featuring the characters of Rick and Tom, but I will slightly retcon a few things about them to fit the new ideas I want to play with better. So stay tuned for more, I'll try my best to not take a whole year to finish it this time, lol. It's shaping up to be quite a long story and I will start posting it, in a new thread, once I'm done with the second chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this epilogue to Tom's story: --------------------------------------------------------------- Part Seven - The Slave Formerly Known as Tom’s Last Entry It’s been over a year now since I’ve become a willing chem slave for my Daddy. At this point, I have completely forgotten what my life used to be before I moved into his house and discovered the wonders of gay sex, drugs, slavery, rubber, and so many wonderful kinks and perversions shown to me by my master and lover. For the past year, every moment of my life has been under the influence of some substance given to me by my Daddy. Sometimes I know what it is, but most of the time I have no idea. This constant state of euphoria and drug-induced haze has left me struggling a lot to form coherent thoughts and remembering anything with clarity has become very difficult. That’s why I asked Daddy if I could write down my thoughts one last time before I’m unable to anymore. I can feel my mind going away, replaced by this instinct-driven sex animal that Daddy has been shaping me up to be. I don’t regret my choice of becoming his complete slave, not one moment. But the price I have to pay for this blissful and exciting existence is my own mind. I sold my soul to the devil, so to speak, but I would do it all over again If given the chance. So, one last time, let me tell you about my life for the past year, and for what will likely be the rest of it. Shortly following my conversion into a poz slave, Daddy took me to a tattoo parlour to get my first ink of many. I now am adorned by several hot tattoos all over my body, starting with a sizable biohazard symbol surrounding my ass hole, like a target warning potential tops that only poz loads are allowed in. I also have a few dozen little spermatozoids tattooed all over my thighs, all seemingly swimming to reach my hole. Each sperm has a little biohazard symbol on it as well. These were my first tattoos, which were followed by several others, some more degrading than others. For instance, I proudly have the words « TOILET », « PISS SLAVE », « WHORE », and « POZ SLUT » displayed on my chest and on my back. The only problem with these is that they’re not often visible due to the several rubber suits I constantly have to wear, unless I’m wearing clear, transparent rubber. Every morning I wake up in my rubber cell in the basement, on my rubber bed, in one of the rubber suits I have to wear continuously. Sometimes I wear the same one for several days, sometimes I wake up in a fresh one. Sometimes it’s a plain black suit without any features, sometimes It’s a clear transparent one that makes me look like some weird medical experiment. I also get to wear various, more elaborate ones with biohazard symbols on them, clearly indicating my status for anyone to see. Sometimes there are words like « piss », « fist », or « chem », chosen by Daddy to let me know what we will be focusing on that day, or just because he likes it. These rubber suits have become my second skin, I couldn’t imagine being without them on, tightly hugging my body and paradoxically enhancing and numbing every sensation all at once. Since I have worn a hood for the entirety of the past year, I have pretty much forgotten what I look like at this point. This is the true new me; a featureless, anonymous gimp whose sole purpose and identity is to be a sex servant to my demanding master. After waking up, I always have a fresh pipe full of Tina next to me that I have to smoke right away. Daddy wants me high all the time from the moment I wake up until he lets me go to bed, so I have no time to lose and light it up. I usually do a half dozen hits before putting it down. Naturally, the high makes me unbelievably horny, so I grab one of the butt plugs made available to me and shove it down my already lubed ass to calm me down. From then on I have to wait for my Daddy to come and let me out or take care of me. The first thing I have to do when greeting my master is to serve him as a urinal. By the time he enters my room I’m always ungodly high and horny so I gladly get on my knees with my mouth wide open. Daddy then sticks his massive semi-erect cock in my mouth, I wrap my lips around it to create a tight seal while he opens the floodgates and gives me my morning drink. I pride myself to never waste a single drop. Once he is done pissing I usually suck his cock to completion and swallow his first big load of the day, or he finishes in my ass, depending on his mood. A few weeks into our relationship, if I can call it that way, Daddy decided that I was to wear a chastity cage at all times. Not that I really needed it, since being on Tina 24/7 made me limp all the time and rendered my dick pretty much useless, but he likes the look of it and the added feeling of control and domination it gave him over me. I have to admit, I enjoy being his little bitch so much that wearing this is very hot and satisfying in itself. The only time I get to take it off is when I am put into the brainwashing machine, which happens at least once a week, usually twice or thrice. When I’m in there, my dick gets forcefully milked by the machine, no matter how limp the T makes me, and it’s the only time I get to cum with my cock. In any other case, all my orgasms are anal, administered to me by my precious Daddy, or one of his friends and numerous guests. The brainwashing machine is probably the greatest thing ever invented in the history of sex. I absolutely love spending time in there, at the mercy of my Daddy’s twisted imagination and sexual landscape. That thing made me discover and love so many things I could never have imagined before. It turned me into a complete sex addicted twisted pervert just like him, maybe even more. On numerous occasions, I have to go through a psychedelics-induced journey into my own mind, guided by my Daddy and his perverse scenarios. These voyages made me discover so many things about myself that I would never have been able to otherwise. At some point, I was introduced to dog play. The virtual world created by Daddy showed me an endless stream of immersive videos of men dressed as rubber dogs, acting as if they were dogs, playing like puppies with each other, fighting, running around, sniffing their asses, then sucking each others cock, then mating or being relentlessly bred by their rubber handlers and masters. The next morning, I was very excited to wake up in my bed, dressed up in a rubber dog suit, with an elaborate puppy hood. When Daddy came to see me, I was already acting like a dog without him having to tell me to do it. I simply got on all fours, acting excited just like a dog seeing his master for the first time in a while, running up to him in a playful manner. Daddy rewarded me with his bone to suck on, then fed me more T while removing the plug tail stuck in my ass to fuck and breed me like a good boy. On several occasions, Daddy forced me into the dog persona for several days and used me like I was his actual dog. I got to sleep in his room, all curled up on the floor next to his bed, or sometimes in a cage. He takes me outside, on a leash, to take walks in his private yard. I also remember being taken to a public event, I think it was called Folsom, where he got me way higher and fucked up than usual and paraded me in front of everyone, on the streets, in the middle of the day. That day, I had to suck countless cocks, swallow so much cum it got me nauseous, and I got almost as many loads in my ass from all the willing tops present. My memories of this event are quite blurry, but I cherish them fondly nonetheless. Group sex is a regular occurrence in my life with Daddy. I love being the centre of attention in these parties, used as a sex object by dozens of poz men who need their balls emptied into a tight, fucked up hole. I’ve spent countless hours tied up to a bench or a sling, in full rubber most of the time but also naked on rare occasions, plowed relentlessly by legions of big, poz cocks. I think these are my favourite moments in my slave life, as I get to be fed massive amounts of sperm in my ass and mouth, by most of all a never-ending procession of slams injected into my veins. My life with Daddy is a perfect life for me, far better than what I could possibly imagine prior to meeting him and discovering the wonders of extreme gay sex. My only wish is that I’ll get to live this way for many more years, always being used, fucked up and abused according to my Daddy’s wishes. He told me recently that he gave me so much drugs already that my brain will surely be too fried at some point and I won’t be able to experience pleasure anymore. I don’t know if that’s true, and I don’t feel like it is (at least yet), but it will have been 100% worth it if that’s the case. I wouldn’t trade places with anyone else. Returning to my old, plain, regular and boring former life is impossible now, but even if it was, I wouldn’t want it. I’m so grateful to my Daddy for having shown me the way to truly enjoy life and I look forward to spending the rest of my days being his loyal, devoted slave. One last thing before I log out for good. In the past few weeks, Daddy has been talking about finding a new slave to corrupt and convert. This lucky boy would join me and expand our little family. I’m very excited about that and look forward to meeting this new playmate. I have no idea what Daddy has in mind for him, but I’m eager to find out. I’m sure we will have lots of fun losing our minds and freedom together. I hope you enjoyed reading my story, this is probably the last time I write anything down ever again. At the moment I am in my rubber cell, typing on this laptop my Daddy brought me so I could write. Once I’m done, I’ll just close the lid, smoke the massive bowl of T left for me and wait for my master to come use me. I know I won’t have to wait very long, as he is always watching over me, like the loving Daddy that he is.

The next chapter should be coming sometime tomorrow once I wrap up a project at work. Wanted to take a moment to say thanks for the engagement this story has been getting. It's a lot easier to write when I know there are people out there enjoying it and looking forward to the next part.

Fucking a friend I hadn't seen for years in the public toilets while my wife and family members were outside in the park enjoying the sunshine is the weirdest situation, but fucking bottoms on the back trails of public parks happened way more often.

The OP states very clearly that what he is sharing is his own experience, and he states why he's doing so. To say that he's dramatizing is completely incorrect. His experience of STDs, as he describes it, is very different from yours. Your final point, however, is an excellent one, and I agree with it wholeheartedly. It is up to each of us to find his own balance between risk and living life to the fullest.

The creation of independent content, pioneered by sites like X-Tube (may it rest in peace), revolutionized adult film. My biggest problems with adult film I grew up with in the 1990's was: very formulaic: some scene setting with (usually) badly delivered dialogue, kissing, from every imaginable angle, sucking from every imaginable angle, and eventually, fucking in 3 different positions from every imaginable angle. The fast forward button as often utilized since each section went on way longer than needed. I also found much of the 'porn music' to distract from the scene rather than enhance it. Independent and amateur content changed all that. The scenes became shorter where they needed to be, the style gave it a more documentary in-the-moment feel rather than slickly produced in a studio. The sound was the actual sounds of the guys in the film, not overdubbed grunts and moans added in post that often didn't synch up to what you were seeing on film. And, thankfully, none of that "porn music." In the end, the studios had to bend to that style because it proved more popular. Independent filming also opened the door for something other than 20 year old muscle jocks with big cocks. Now you can get films with bears and dad/coach types, and every imaginable kink beyond vanilla fucking--like fisting and sounding and pup play. Now, all that said, some independent/amateur video is better executed than others. In my experience as a adult film maker, having at least one camera man who can move about is essential to really capturing the moment and give a feel of something beyond "hey let's film with our phone camera and prop it up on the nightstand." Good lighting is essential. You do want some good camera angles but you need motion too. You want the viewer to feel like he is in on the action rather than a passive observer from afar, making camera movement and zoom abilities essential to help create that sensation in the viewer. The sound is genuine, not dubbed or drowned out by annoying music, so you want to make sure you have a good microphone to capture the grunts and moans--and even the dialogue--clearly. And yes, as one poster already noted, we are clearly having a great time when we film, even if it means five non-stop hours of sex, because we are enjoying every piggy second of it. The first film I ever did was a group scene, the director said to everyone before we started "remember, you are having sex. Sex is supposed to be fun and enjoyable so that should be the expression your face and body give to the camera. I don't want to see any scowls or bored looks. It should be 'smiles everyone, smiles.'" That direction has stayed with me through every film I've done and if you're really into having sex like I am, the bliss filled smile comes naturally. (p.s. I am JaredEriksonXXX on "X" (formally Twitter) and justforfans and have filmed for Natural Born Breeders, KeptSecretXXX, Hot Older Men and produce my own content as well)

I have a fuck bud I hook up with now and then who lives on the second story in a condo complex. His bedroom window faces a gay neighbor of his that he knows well, and their two units mirror each other except for a walkway between them, so his bedroom window faces his neighbors bedroom window. On our very first hookup, he asked me if I was into being watched and I said I didn't care and he opened the blinds so his neighbor could see into the bedroom and watch us fuck. He's done that every time we've hooked up since. I've never met the neighbor but he's watched us fuck probably about 10-12 times so far.

Some of you who have read my posts know I have a much younger live-in fuckboy, Drew. You will know I fuck and breed his arse almost every day. I also fuck several of his buddies and he gets regularly fucked by my buddies. Last week I surprised him by offering up my arsehole and mouth to him in any way he wanted. He jumped at the offer and said he’d sort out a session. That happened last night. I was looking forward to it but he wouldn’t tell me what was gunna go down. He put me In our sling - only my second time in it. He got on his knees and started to eat out my ass. I love that and instantly got hard. While he was eating my hole, the doorbell rang. He said that was the other guys who were gunna use my arse. Soon, he led in his buddies Ryan and Dwayne and my buddy, Steve into the room. The were all naked and fully erect. Drew, Ryan and Dwayne all have handsome cocks about 6 to 7 inches but Steve is much bigger with a massive thick shaft and a huge helmet. I begged him not to let Steve fuck me first as I can barely take his cock even after I’ve been opened up. Drew reminded me that I’d offered up my arse any way he wanted. With that he got on his knees and started sucking Steve’s cock, getting it good n wet. After a few minutes he spat on my hole and fingered it into me. He looked at Steve and said “you’re first up” Steve stood between my legs and grunted “you ready buddy?” I just gritted my teeth as he pressed his massive helmet on my hole and forced his shaft deep inside me. He didn’t hold back and pushed hard until his balls were hard on my arse. He started to fuck me - long deep thrusts. It fukkin hurt and I was moaning. After a few minutes Drew said “stop, you’re gunna ruin his arse for the rest of us” Steve pulled out and Ryan shoved his cock in me. That was a relief - Ryan has got a beaut thick cock but I took him ok. He fucked me hard and shot his load in me - it felt good and his sperm soothed my stretched chute. Next, Dwayne was between my legs fucking me hard. I reallly felt him cum - he shoots a big load and he emptied his balls in me. Next Drew was in my hole. He fucked me good - he loved it and grunted “Aww dad, I’m gunna breed you” He shot a good load inside me. Finally big Steve was between my legs. This time, although he’s massive he fully penetrated me quite easily as I was open and relaxed and I had 3 loads lubing my arse. He’s a brute and he pounded my arse hard. He grunted like a bull “buddy, I’m fukkin seeding you now.” Man I felt his sperm flooding my hole. I just lay in the sling hole wide open and leaking 4 loads and I was still hard as fuck. They made me get on my knees and suck their sperm off their cocks. Sometimes I fucking love being used. After our buddies went home Drew and I got into bed. He said he enjoyed watching me being group fucked and he wanted to watch even more of our buddies breed me. He spooned me and shoved his hard cock back in my cum-filled hole. He felt so good inside me. He softly moaned and whispered "I'm shootin inside you dad".

We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]

I'll be in Mexico City for a week in January (4th to 11th). Wanna take loads. Which bathhouses/saunas/clubs/backrooms will be best for a 50-something gringo daddy? (And advice on best times?)

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Berlin Fist Fuckers is a huge turn on for us fisting pigs. Lots of piss play as well.

this part of my brain just doesn't work. i'm a doer not a watcher. even if i was jerkin off w some bro outside a window it would be impossible for me to not try an go down on him. seriously, this is the one thing i'll never get: how many guys are into denial and holding back. when it comes to sex i have 0 impulse control. even as an exhibitionist, i prefer the guys watching to be waiting their turn rather than just observing 😜

So glad it's bringing back great memories, I'll be back into this story soon I promise!

Should’ve offered him your holes…..

So is this to say that these odious laws are fatally flawed and we need merely bide our time until someone challenges them in the courts? But are they unconstitutional if the court that is supposed to judge constitutionality doesn’t find them to be unconstitutional, even if they patently are? In this day and age, I’m not sure even the Declaration of Independence could have been written, because we seemingly can’t hold any truths to be self-evident.

Yeah I'm shocked! Thank you all so much for the encouragement. His adventures might just be beginning, part two is on the horizon.

So on Thanksgiving I had said goodbye to my son Kyle and his boyfriend Mario. Mario had whispered into my ear that’s a load he dropped in my ass first thing this morning could be toxic. The plan was for them to come back at Christmas break and that time hopefully Kyle woul be knocked up and then the two of them could make sure that I got the Christmas gift I wanted. I went back inside and stretched out on my bed again. Just remembering Mario fucking ass and driving a huge load up into me was enough to make me get hard again. I could see Mario in my mind. His smooth perfect skin, his beautiful nickel sized nips, and the biohazard tat on his pec. That gorgeous cock with its dark brown hood made my mouth water all over again. Shorts off I reached down and fingered my wet hole. Was slick with Mario’s seed. I put two fingers up in myself and started rubbing his cum into my ass walls. I moaned as my hole stretched out to accommodate another finger. I just kept working that, sloppy whore with three fingers. Then I slipped in another. I was jamming in my four fingers hard and deep. My cock was getting harder by the second I’m dripping pre-come. I could just imagineMario’s cock still in me. Slipping out almost all the way and slamming back up into me. I could feel his hands on my hips and his lips sucking the sides of my neck. Without even thinking about it I shove my hand even deeper into my hole. No matter how deep my hand went I still felt Mario’s, inside of me. I moaned out loud and brought my legs up. As soon as my legs were up my whole hand slipped up into my ass. In my mind Mario was coming into meAgain and again and again. Pulse after pulse of toxic seed firing into my unprotected hole. I twisted my hand inside my ass and said out loud,” fuck you give me aids. Fucking give me aids. Fill me with that toxic dna. I fucking want aids babies turning my body into its host.” my cock started spasming and come shot out of it hitting me in the face and covering my chest with his sweet stickiness. And moaned and arched my back and as I did so my hand slipped out of my ass. I instinctively dragged that hand through all the cum on my chest and began to lick it off. The taste of my own semen was perfect. I slowly came down off the orgasm. I was getting drowsy and continued to suck and lick on my cummy fingers. I fell asleep again with my fingers in my mouth and then dreamed of fucking my son Kyle again. And in my dreams my younger son watched us stroking his own cock. In my dream my younger son said, “I want to be next dad. Please let me be next. I’ll do anything if you and Kyle will fuck me and make me part of your is aids family.” My younger son started coming just as I was coming into Kyle again. Kyle was cumming in the dream. All three of us, me and my two sons, we’re filling my dream time with a river of semen. I was startled out of the dream by my phone ringing.

Chapter 35: Job Done? Just one more chapter after this to find out! Don't worry though, a fun spin off story is in the works. I'm LOVING it thus far! As we laid there, Marc thanked us for a wonderful weekend. He asked if we could return to the campground after he converted. He smiled and said he could only image how many loads he'd collect given the fact that he got 26 from just the three of us! What a slut he'd become! Marc then asked us if we thought we got the job done, and we said there's really no way to tell yet, but given the quantity and strength of our toxic seed, the odds were quite good. I told Marc to give his ass a rest when he got back, and he said it definitely needed one. My step dad told him he could fuck anyone he wanted, even the jock pussy If he wanted, but not to take any loads up his ass. I told Marc the conversion process usually takes around two weeks, and to let us know if he showed any signs of illness. I reminded him that not all guys get the fuck flu, but pretty sure he would. I explained that although he was sick it was a good sign knowing our toxic seed was trying to permanently take over his body. Given that all of our strains were very potent and this was the first time he'd taken toxic seed, we hoped his conversion would be a quick one. I advised him to keep in contact with his doctor there. My step dad said he knew the doctor as they have fucked before. He said his cock was similar to his, and he has HIV, but not sure if he's on meds or not. We all fell asleep in each other's arms, and when we awoke took a shower together. Marc was the first to leave, and my step dad said he wanted to breed me one more time before we left. We went to the porch and he tied my hands to the rail, like he had done to Marc before. He pounded me hard, and we drew an audience. After he dropped his load deep in me, I got two other loads deposited in me. What a way to end the weekend!

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

Part 34: Peter's Big Move (Will’s Perspective) “Harder,” I cried, my hands grasping Dom’s arms as he tightened his grip on my nipples, causing a surge of pain and pleasure to rush through my body. My hole tightened around his cock, milking him for his toxic load. “Oh, fuck!” “What does my boy want?” Dom asked, twisting my nipples, causing my ass and lower back to lift off the bed, his dick nearly popping out. “I want your load,” I moaned, my body overwhelmed by everything my body sensed. The pain from his twisting caused my nerves to fire off, mixing with the pain from his cock slamming into my hole. There was a chill from the sweat covering my body, but I was flushed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. We’d been fucking for nearly two hours, both of us edging without cumming. “Soon,” he said, smiling down at me. “You’ll get what you want.” Several days had passed since we fucked at Peter’s house. We joked that if the cops showed up and searched for DNA, the house would light up with the amount of cum we left behind, Peter more than any of us. Ryan and Lewis left together, both filled with toxic cum waiting to turn their bodies into hazardous temptations for men. “I can’t wait to see who I can get at church,” Lewis said, cum covering his face after I blew a load into his mouth. “Be careful,” I told him, my hand scooping up my cum and dripping it into his mouth, his tongue lapping at my fingers. Having seen the type of young man he presented himself to be at school and at church, it was odd seeing him here in this state. While I could see him as the jock, the type of man who would go on and become an alpha-type, I was instead finding a man who wanted to be treated like a beta... or lower. “We’ve worked hard to keep this all a secret. You can’t be blowing it wide open being careless.” “I know,” he said. He looked defeated for a moment and then smiled. “I wonder if anyone at school would want to fuck?” “Other than Mr. Flanagan?” “Another teacher?” he said. “Another student?” “Don’t go crazy just yet,” I told him. “Why?” he asked. “You did.” As I watched Lewis leave with Ryan, I thought of what he said and realized that he was right. I had only known Dom for a short time when we fucked for the first time. We had had limited contact with each other, but we tore our clothes off as quickly as we could. Still, I knew how to keep everything a secret. While I could tell that Ryan was prepared to keep not only his desire to cock a secret but also the fact that he had just fucked his own father, it felt as if Lewis was a bit of a loose cannon. Sure, he had kept his relationship with Peter a secret, but everything that had taken place that night seemingly opened within him something I wasn’t sure we could contain. I hadn’t heard much from Pastor Kline after he left early that night. I saw him in passing when I was in my office, but he didn’t say much. It almost seemed like he was trying to avoid eye contact with me. While we had all been excited for our night at Peter’s house, it felt as if we left confused or on edge, unable to understand the ramifications of what we had just done. We had tried to convert not one but two new men, Peter’s own conversion still underway. “That’s one wild man,” Jay said as we left. “It doesn’t surprise me now that Peter fucked a student. It’s like that guy is swallowing Viagra every hour, keeping a constant boner. The man is overwhelmingly horny. And that’s me saying that.” Something crazy was in Peter’s eyes when we left. I couldn’t tell what it was, and he didn’t tell me much. Had we just made a huge mistake? Had we bitten off more than we could possibly chew? Had Dom created in us a hunger that we couldn’t contain safely? Was our secret ready to burst out? “You okay?” Dom asked. “Yeah,” I said, my mind rushing back to the pleasure I had shut out for a moment. A sudden ringing caused us both to jump, Dom bottoming out in my hole, pressing into my prostate and causing me to shoot cum all over my chest and Dom’s hands which were still grasping my nipples. “Just let it go to voicemail,” Dom said as I shimmed across the bed, reaching for my phone, keeping his dick still in my ass. “It could be important,” I told him, thinking of Lewis and Peter and Pastor Kline. “It’s Doctor Wade.” “What?” Dom asked, still fucking my ass hard. “Hello?” I answered, still out of breath from my own orgasm. “Will?” Doctor Wade’s voice carried over. “Yeah, what’s up?” I asked. “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” I said, smiling at Dom who was still fucking me. “I’ve got Dom’s cock shoved up my ass at the moment.” “I see,” Doctor Wade said. “It’s been a while since I could say the same.” “We’ll have you over soon,” I said, gasping for breath as Dom quickened his pace. “What’s up?” “I need you to come to my office,” Doctor Wade said. “Right now.” “Is something wrong?” “Your friend is here,” he said. “Peter Flanagan.” “Peter is at your office?” I said. “What?” Dom said, his cock burrowed deep into my hole as he started cumming, his body shaking with each spurt of toxic cum. “Just get here,” Doctor Wade said, ending the call. I stared at Dom as he finished, both of us covered in cum and sweat. “So,” Dom said, falling forward, stopping himself from crushing me. “I guess we’re just going to the doctor’s. ______________ _________________ __________________ _________________ ______________ “What’s happening?” We entered Doctor Wade’s office which was now closed for the day. Dom and I had little time to clean ourselves, meaning there was still cum mixed into my chest hair and his cum was leaking out of my ass and into my underwear. Doctor Wade lead us back through the halls which were now cast in darkness. “He showed up and said he knew you both. He explained everything to me, but he said I needed to get you here ASAP.” “What’s wrong?” Dom asked. Doctor Wade stopped, staring at us both. “You don’t know?” “Know what?” Doctor Wade smiled. “He’s converting.” He brought us to the room in which I had once been tested and then fucked Doctor Wade. While it had only been months since that had occurred, it felt as if years had passed. I was a changed man. We all were. There, lying on the examination table, was Peter, wrapped in a blanket, shivering. He looked pale, though it wasn’t as bad as I or Pastor Kline had looked when we had converted. As he caught sight of us, he smiled. “It worked,” he said, his voice slightly weak. “It finally worked.” “It sure did,” Dom said, coming to his side. “Congrats, man. You’re one of us now.” "I can't wait to start knocking some men up," Peter said, beaming. "My dick is aching for it." “How did you get here?” I asked. “Has your wife seen you?” Peter shook his head. “No, but that’s not the point.” “Where does she think you are?” “At a hotel,” he said. We exchanged confused looks. “A hotel? Why?” “Because I’m leaving her,” Peter said. A silence hung in the air, all of us stunned and confused by what we were hearing. “What?” “I’m leaving her,” Peter said. “I told her two days ago when she got back.” “What do you mean you’re leaving her?” “I told her that I didn’t want to be with her anymore and that I was gay and needed dick and wanted to fuck every hole I could find, filling men up with all my cum.” Dom looked at me, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. I’d never seen him shocked to this extent before. I was sure my face looked the same. “You told your wife that you’re gay?” Peter nodded. “I told her that I’ve been fucking men and have loved every minute of it. It’s the life I want. I need it.” "But does she know that you're converting?" Peter shook his head. "Does she know that you're trying?" "Didn't get that far," Peter told us. "She started screaming right away, so I got out of there." “Did you tell her about…” I started, my heart racing. I knew something felt wrong. Things were falling apart. I knew it couldn’t last. I really thought it was going to be Lewis who fucked us over, but it was Peter instead. I should have known. The man was an uncontrollable animal, ready to hump whatever stood still. “I didn’t tell her about you guys,” Peter said. “I just told her that I met some strangers at a bar and they brought me into their fuck-circle.” “How did she react?” Peter looked at me with an expression that could only mean “Are you fucking serious?” “I can’t believe you did that,” Dom said, sitting down in the chair next to the table. “That took some guts.” “I just couldn’t live like that anymore,” Peter said. “When I was fucking Jay, all I could think about was fucking men like him for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be stuck with a woman who looks at what my cock can do as disgusting. I want men to worship my cum. I want men to beg for my cum.” “And they will,” Doctor Wade said. “Peter told me about his hyperspermia. Sure, I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it in person. He’s assured me a personal demonstration.” “I still can’t believe you left your wife,” I said, my mind spinning. “What about your job? What are you going to do for money?” “I have money,” Peter said. “I have some. It's not much. I have… I have…” “He’s been coming in and out,” Doctor Wade said, checking Peter's vitals. “His conversion isn’t as bad as most, but it’s still kicking his ass. He really can’t be left alone at the hotel.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if his wife cancels his cards or freezes them,” Dom said. “I've fucked a few married men whose wives did that. She’s probably raging right now and will want to make him suffer. I don’t think the hotel room will be possible.” “He can stay at my place,” Doctor Wade told them. “I have an extra room. I won’t be able to watch him much all the time, but I can give you a key so you can do it.” “We’ll take shifts,” I said, watching as Peter stared at us, watching as we discussed his fate. I still couldn’t believe it. After all this time, after all our attempts to keep our secret, Peter had decided to dive into the life we all kept a secret. Sure, Dom was known by many for the type of fucker he was, but no one from the church knew. He still kept his persona. No one suspected me or Pastor Kline. My family had no clue Jay and I had fucked. No one knew about Ryan or Lewis. We had kept ourselves hidden well. But not Peter. No. He wanted the full life. He was prepared to leave everything behind to pursue the kind of sexual freedom we all only dreamed of. Had we done this to him? Had we made him into this man? Had we corrupted him to this extent? Sure, he had fucked Lewis before we got to him, but would he have fucked other men if we hadn’t tempted him? Had we been the devil on his shoulder, pulling him to our side? Were we now responsible for whatever his life became moving forward? I imagined Peter as an escort, people paying to see what his cock could do. Would men pay to his quantity of toxic cum? It was impressive. Maybe this life does fit him better. “I’ve got some tests running,” Doctor Wade told us. “I know he’s poz, but I still want to make sure everything is substantiated.” “Sounds good,” Dom said. “We should get him to your place,” I said, nodding to Doctor Wade. “I’ll go get his things from the hotel,” Dom said. Doctor Wade and I got Peter into Doctor Wade’s car who drove him while I followed behind in my car. Dom took Peter’s car to the hotel to pick up his things. “I’ve never seen someone jump out of their old life like this,” Doctor Wade said as we carried Peter into Doctor Wade’s spare room. “I’ll admit, it’s kinda hot.” “I shouldn’t be surprised,” I told him. “Peter fucked one of his male students and immediately jumped into chasing as quickly as he could once he found out we were poz.” “Sounds like my kind of man,” Doctor Wade said, helping Peter onto the bed. “Wish I could have been a part of his conversion.” “You still can,” Peter said, his hands trying to pull his clothing off. “You sure you wouldn’t rather sleep?” I asked. “I’m so horny,” Peter moaned, still trying to remove his clothing. “I’ve never been a man unwilling to help another man,” Doctor Wade said. “I am a doctor after all. I’m here to serve.” He climbed onto the bed and pulled Peter’s shirt off, revealing his sweaty chest beneath. He leaned forward and kissed Peter, his hands running along his body. “Fuck, he’s incredible. I’ve always had a thing for married men.” “Adultery is hot,” Peter told him, his hand grabbing the back of Doctor Wade’s head. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s why I got married. I just want to cheat on my wife and fuck men for the rest of my life.” “I think we can help with that,” Doctor Wade said, looking back at me. While a part of me was screaming to turn and walk away, to leave Peter on his own as he blew up his own life, the sight of the man converting, his changing body struggling against the toxic cum we dumped inside his body, I found myself getting hard. “Help me with his pants,” Doctor Wade said, unbuckling the belt and undoing the button. I pulled his pants down, his boxers following. “So, Doctor Wade said, examining Peter’s cock which was starting to harden. “This is the gifted dick which will now create a flood of toxic cum.” “You can’t believe it till you see it in action,” I told him, running my hands along Peter’s hairy legs. “Then let’s get started.” Doctor Wade tore his clothing off, revealing his muscular body. He looked like a Greek god. “While I’m sure I’ll be getting an ass full of that cum soon,” he told Peter, running his hands along the sick man’s naked body, “you're a bit too weak to fuck me properly. Instead, I want a mouth full of it now. Understand?” “You’ve got it,” Peter said, smiling. “Will,” Doctor Wade said, “Check in that drawer over there for a blue dildo, and bring it over here. There should be some lube too.” I did as he said and found the dildo and lube. “I’m going to suck off your beautiful, toxic, married cock,” Doctor Wade told Peter, showing off his muscles for the shivering man. He reached down and started jacking Peter's cock, licking his lips as he watched the man get hard. “Will, I think, should be helping your cock along and see what kind of prostate pleasure we can manage. Are you up for that?” “Fuck yes,” Peter cried. “It’s all I want.” “That’s what a doctor loves to hear,” he said, glancing back at me. “Lube it up and shove it into his hole. Let’s milk him for everything he’s got.” _______________________________________________________________________________________ Long time.... I've got a few sections left before I take another break. This one I had to split in two as it became too long. I'll post the second part next Sunday. Hope you enjoy Doctor Wade's return. He'll be sticking around this time.

When I lived in SF I was friends with a young black guy who had moved from Atlanta. He was a major slammer and had THE biggest dick I've seen in real life. He let me measure tt and it was a bit over 11", and between 2 1/2" and almost 3" thick. He liked me because he liked mature men; he also liked me because evidently most of the people he was with treated him badly and I treated him with respect.. He also liked me because from him telling me, many of his dates couldn't take It and I could:) When he slammed he would get as hard as steel. He could fuck all night and cum 2-3 times, HUGE loads. I'd been putting tina shards up my butt so I wouldn't cum, but it burned. One night he told me he was going to slam me. I told him that I trusted him to do a good job and to get me the proper dose, as I wasn't as experienced as he was. I got an amazing HUGE rush and it all went to my hole. He pounded me for hours with me screaming "FUCK ME< FUUVCK MEEE". He'd whisper in my ear "Who own dat puzzy, huh, whi' boy, who you Daddy". I'd squeeze it really tight then push back until it was full buried and say "You own my pussy. Yeah Daddy, ride that pussy , fuck me with that nigga dick".. He LOVED it! When I had to leave SF in April of 2009 as I was finishing packing he brought a friend over who was only a little bit smaller than e was. This time, they REALLY slammed me. I was totally incoherent and all I wanted was huge black dick. They took turns fucking me from 7PM that evening to 8am the next morning. They each came something like 4-5 times each. At one point during the whole thing I got up to pee and after I was done, when I turned around there was a huge lake of semen on the tile floor hat had leaked out of my abused hole. I was SO sor4 the next day but I also had an endorphin high the likes of which I've never had again

Even if it happened decades ago, I can still relive it like it was yesterday. I am 17 and I am getting into the shower after soccer practice. The other boys had left except for Rowan. He was leaning by his locker with his back resting against the metal door, in his shorts and knee-length socks, glimmering in sweat. I was shirts, he was skins. The heat was close to unbearable. He had been eyeing me while I took off my clothes, tying a towel around my waist. He shot an inviting look at me which I didn't pay much attention to, a mistake I realized once I was done cleaning myself. He stood behind the shower curtain after I yanked it open. We were inches apart, equal in height. He had been honing his physique at the gym, making the most out of the final stages of puberty. A patchy stubble covered his chin with much less acne than I had. Unlike him, I was a late bloomer. His hair was brighter than mine with shades of his roots being blond, wavy and malleable to any current trend whereas I had dark black curls springing out of my head with no uniformity. Grooming wasn't my priority back then. Keeping my sexuality hidden was. We faced each other and with only a few seconds for me to fully register his presence, he tilted in for a kiss that I willingly responded. It felt strange, having my first kiss. Exciting too, but I wasn't ready. I had been ambushed. I pushed him away to leave the stall. I rushed to make my way back after realizing his pursuit. I hurriedly opened my locker to grab my things. In an instant, a loud bang came behind me. My head shoved into the hollow compartment of the upper locker with an echoing force. I pulled myself out to face Rowan again. He grabbed my shoulders in a grip before slamming me onto the wall of metal doors. Another echo. "Listen here fag, whatever you think happened, didn't happen. If I hear any shit from those other queers you hang with, you're done." Not only do I remember the exact words he said, I remembered that conflicted look he had. A look mostly of lust with hints of rage rooted in denial. "You got that, fag?" I was in a shock that made me speechless. I nodded with eyes closed. Up and down up and down. When I opened them, I found myself alone, trying to control myself from shaking any further. I was released, I told myself repeatedly. I never made eye contact with Rowan since then. ************************************************************** 20 years have passed and I no longer recognize that lanky middle eastern boy hyperventilating in his towel. I embraced myself. I was proud of who I was. I know no shame. At 19, I started to take loads. Never once did I think of condoms. I was lucky to learn what it meant to be a cumdump at a young age. Sometimes while I was getting railed, I'd imagine it was Rowan. The moans from the strangers that bred me were loud, always filled with a certain kind of vigour. It reminded me of him when he called me a fag. From then on, I slowly got turned on from being humiliated. It was only the tip of the iceberg I refer to as my sexuality. By 24, I graduated college. My whole undergrad was taken care of thanks to the relationship I had with my Master. I owe all my life's knowledge of kinks to him. I met Master Paul at the bathhouse when I first moved to the city. He knew I had experience, but nothing outside of being a cumdump. I was 20, he was 58. He was impressed at how well I bottomed but also noted the skills I lacked. He built his proposal carefully, making me read up on what it meant to be his servant. What BDSM was. He taught me everything. Even his friends contributed. They taught me how to work out, how to build strength. They'd fuck me while instructing me on what I needed to improve on. "You're supposed to squat, not jump. Build the momentum.." "This is how you arch without aching your arms. You got to know your center of gravity." "Controlling your hole isn't a bout keeping it open or close, but more about holding the cock in a way that your nerves aren't tensed. Controlling it will determine whether you wanna keep a tight ass or be stretched out" I saw my body changing, transformed similarly like Rowan's but better. My sex drive changed. I'd be turned on by different, newer things. I adapted to the kinks and fetish I originally averted. Master had always told me from the start that with time I will submit. Submission wasn't difficult when there was T. 3 months into our relationship, he showed me how powerful crystal was. He taught me the way to consume it, how to build tolerance for it and most importantly, how to control myself from tweaking too hard. "If you're at a point where you're not sure if you're there anymore, then it's already too late. Game over. Destined to be a wasted tweaker forever." The last person in my position had been chasing the dragon for too long that he had forgotten his role. Master kicked him out with no afterthought. Discipline was his number one rule. He never spoke of the previous houseboys he had. In a way, what we had was professional. I had no financial issues and I lived in a nice place. Initially, I was bound to only a cage but with time I was allowed to share the bed. I stopped crawling regularly in the house after a year. Our roles changed. Once I finished school, he still called me boy, but I was expected to call him Daddy. "Now you're all big and handsome, it's not right to treat you like dirt anymore. You're family. Right, son?" He told me this while he was 8 inches deep in me, twisting his thrusts to touch my prostate. I still remembered, nodding in an affirmative "yes, yes I'm your son." "I'm so glad that you see yourself as part of the family too. The next time I breed you, you will officially be my son." His sweat dripped onto my face with some landing into my open mouth. I licked my lips to savour its salinity. The loud moan of relief was close. As expected, he held onto the sheets tightly, looked down into my eyes and screeched in ecstasy, filling me with his warm load. He stayed in me while I spooned into him, both of us moist as our bare body was in contact. We were both hairy, but I packed more. All around my body was a dark curly thick bush that never failed to catch anyone's attention, especially Master's friends. They envied him for having someone with a body like mine. The gym also helped to define the hair revealing itself from my cracks. I know when other guys glance at my pits or my happy trail. It took a long time to appreciate my semitic features. It was true, I was maturing. That night, with his hard-on still in me, Master revealed that he had never been with anyone for 5 years. He told me how he wanted to give me a special gift for our 5th anniversary. How he would stop taking his meds soon and impregnate me. Never throughout our relationship did imagine this offer. "You'd like that? Be my son? Give me grandchildren?" It sounded extremely enticing. I was about to take a new responsibility. I was already topping the twinks who'd always stare at me at the gym, but bottoming was always the norm. Things were changing. A few months later, on an unassuming Sunday morning, I woke up blindfolded and bound. It was our 5th anniversary. I was told that we were going to the bathhouse where we met but I I could tell that we were home. I was fed more T than I'd ever consumed. From the bootybump to the smoke, I'm only lucky to avoid a slam since Master detested needles. There were also poppers. The celebration took up the whole day. I'd almost forgotten that the goal was my conversion. Around 12 of Master's friends were there. After having my hole and nipples played with all kinds of toys and torture, the blindfold was taken off. I was still on the bed with my limbs tied to each post. My legs were then adjusted to be closer to my arms, lifting it high to expose my ass. I stayed in this position for the next few hours. With the T flowing endlessly, I easily surrendered myself to Master. I was proud of myself for not tweaking. It wasn't linear, but I remembered each of Master's friends who bred me without missing a single word they said. "Look at you boy, you've grown up to be a fuckin fine specimen." "It was always going to be like this you know, find a cute boy like you to train and discipline. Extra points to Paul for being more diverse this time." "We all carry the same strain and we've never paused our meds. First time for everything right? Hopefully this strain's still as potent as it was in the 90s" "What a pretty boy with a nice tight ass. I told you that it was worth it to work out. Look at these legs. Fuck. Just right for a good pozzing." "I hope you enjoy these last few moments of being neg, there's no turning back from here on, boy." "Son, we're so grateful to have you take our seed, truly. I know how you like it when we call you a fag. See, you never fail to give that look when I say it that way. After this, when you're officially my son, it's you who'll find other fags. Okay, son?" I lost track of the times they came in me. It wasn't just one each. They took turns, switched their spots at times but never did the fucking come to a halt. A sharpie was used to tally the amount of loads on my asscheeks. 7 herringbones amounting to 35 when I saw my reflection from across the room. Master inserted a steel plug to contain it. I had fulfilled my purpose. About a month later, I experienced a flu like no other. It lasted for a week. Master took care of me with a care that I'd never seen before. He had never been as gentle as he was. I truly believed in our connection. I'd never seen him so content when he cradled me. It dawned on both of us. I had converted. A part of him was in me now. I lay in my cold sweat with gratitude, looking up to Daddy who craned down to kiss me. Over the years I had established myself within the community Master introduced me to. When I turned 30, Master made the decision to release me. I didn't understand it at first, but it made sense when I looked back at the circumstances we met. He told me that he was going to go somewhere far, how he's passing the baton onto me. I was free to stop taking my meds. He was going to sell the place. I was going to be on my own for the first time in 10 years. By then I had a strong relationship with his friends who I ultimately call family. It wasn't hard to live up to Master's lifestyle. I had 2 slaves who listened and obeyed but they didn't live-in like I did. They'd show up my door in the morning and be on their way by sunset. Sometimes when I wasn't in the mood, I'd call Vinny and Jonas to take my place. They were Master's first friends that I played with most when I was still unexperienced. Master had trusted them so it was only natural that I kept them close. The passage of time didn't just lead to Master's departure, but also most of the other members of his pack. Eventually, it was just the 3 of us who'd meet up regularly regardless if there would be any fucking or smoking. We had a bond that exceeded our lust. When work wasn't draining, I'd hit them up to hit up the bar and test our luck. Fortune favoured us given that we'd usually stand out. Anyone who saw us would take a double take. Here I was in my early 30s, built like a modern janissary whose distinctive features caught looks from every corner. Next was Vinny who share some of my features albeit more mediterranean. He possessed broad shoulders and thick thighs. At 50 he was the oldest and was also the shortest, though none of it made him any less desirable than the rest of us. We were equally capable of attracting anyone. Finally, Jonas. Jonas was the youngest before Master introduced me. Now at 44, he had a bronze complexion that enabled him to be the most tanned and towered us at 6'2. Lean and active in calisthenics, he had little body fat. He'd wear his clothes tight, right to the fit with pants hanging low to showcase his accentuated hips and v-lined abs. His long face always spotted a stubble. His facial features, ambiguous like the rest of us was due to his Brazilian background. It remained a mystery whether the size of his cock was also due to that. We stood out because we did not look like most of the patrons where we found ourselves in. We were fetishized to our advantage. We sat at our usual corner at the Eagle on a Friday night. Since it was pride week, a fundraising karaoke was being held. A bigger crowd meant we had a bigger net to fish with. The singing was tolerable since we were above, hearing more of the background music than the stage. After an intermission, the host brought up the next volunteer who sang Erasure's A Little Respect. It was the first time we heard actual singing. A wave of claps came from the crowd at its conclusion, followed by the host questioning him. Vinny gave my arm a nudge so I got up to the railing to scout and report. I didn't notice Jonas had been gone throughout the song. Chances are, he was getting blown somewhere. As I look down to the stage, I clenched my jaws when I saw the person standing next to the host, mic still in his hands. Motherfuckin Rowan Martin. He no longer resembled the threatening teenager who I kissed for the first time. Physically he remained the same but his hair was longer, almost touching his shoulders. On his right eyebrow he spotted a studded piercing. He wore a tank top that showed a rainbow tattoo on his right shoulder. Vulnerability hit me for the first time in years after seeing him, as if we were in the locker room again. I disengaged from the crowd, coming back to my senses when Jonas appeared with his arms around me, gloating how he blew his load in some tourist. I told him who the singer was. "Homophobic teen angst aside, he's kinda cute." He was, I'm not gonna lie. No longer was he as masculine as he thought he was. His posture remained stiff but his body language was more loose. He'd move his arms and hands when he spoke, bearing no resemblance to the star player accepting his award. Dare I say his pitch was higher too? Bottom, Jonas and I said out loud in unison. "A power bottom?" Vinny's voice came behind us. He wondered why we were standing for so long. Jonas filled him in. He chuckled. "I think you should one-up him by singing Ironic. Don't you think?" "It's like raaaiiiiin..." Jonas continued. I tried to entertain them, but they could tell I was off. They stopped to embrace me, giving an assuring nod and a look which told me that whatever I plan to do, I have their full support. I excused myself to go down to approach Rowan. I wasn't going to let that vulnerability resurface again. I hear him talking of the fundraiser, how he didn't know what it was and he just wanted to sing & contribute to a cause. He pointed to the friends he was with, a group of 5 who dressed and looked exactly like him. It reminded me of the twinks I'd fuck in the darkroom, the kind who thinks that the world revolved around them. I zipped right to him with my drink before dropping it when he got off the stage. Only when he looked up after I apologized did he realize who I was. It took him a while. A look of surprise that he tried to keep it cool. I acted like a stranger. After all, I was unrecognizable from my year book photos. "I just wanna say that that was amazing. Good song choice." "Thanks. You look really familiar. Have we met?" "I don't think so. I'm not on the apps & I'm new here." I carried the conversation with him the same way I did with any other men that would become my prey. I brought him up where I introduced Vinny and Jonas as my tour guides. They followed the ruse like clockwork. After a couple of rounds, Vinny took the lead. "Apologies for being forward but what do you say we all go to my place to hang a bit more?" Jonas and I agreed nonchalantly while Rowan took a pause before agreeing. All throughout the night he had been glancing at me, trying to analyze and confirm his suspicions. One thing for sure was that the drinks didn't help and I paid no attention to him, focused only on Vinny and Jonas. I responded to whatever he said without ever looking at him. I knew the consequences for not acknowledging him would be in my favour this time. In the cab, Rowan and Jonas were getting tipsy, flirting with their heads close to another. In the passenger seat, I gave a wink to Jonas who started to make out. Vinny came from behind to ask what tonight's plans were. I pulled up my phone to type it out. "A test. Nothing too drastic at first. A mild one that will gradually turn to a series of punishments which he'll willingly endure. An atonement he'll realize and submit to." He pat my back and whispered that he'll text the guy to deliver the good stuff once we reached his place. Jonas' hands were now grappling underneath Rowan's clothes. A plan was now set in motion.

This is my first attempt at fiction on this site. It has percolated in my head for many years, and the giddy desire of a new young member of BreedingZone has inspired me to put the words to paper. One of my earliest fantasies was to get gangbanged and raped by a group of men inside a church late at night on a dark moonless night. And i would recognize a few of the faces as the local priests. Even the parish curiote is there and i think the bishop is here also. They are chanting gregorian verses and I know from my latin classes that they are glorifying the dark Lord and that i am to be his sacrifice tonight. They pick me up naked and lie me down on the altar with my legs facing the sacristy. The Bishop opens my legs and uses a golden cross to open my ass wide open. Another blackrobed priest comes up is holding a small golden rod. It looks like a pen or a toothbrush. It has a funny round head that has little needles on a round head. He inserts it into my rectum. The little needles make tiny cuts in my ass lips and inside my colon. The pain is sharp but i have a glassy smile on my face. I am enjoying this. I asked for this. And now another priest comes forward holding an incense burner. He lifts the top half of the burner to reveal a small glass pipe, a small vial which contains white crystals and a strange looking cigarette lighter. The gregorian chat continues and i can understand the word « donum, donum ». I’m trying to remember my latin... GIFT! It means GIFT! The priest takes the small glass pipe and the small vial of white crystals. He takes off a tiny cork lid from the vial and pours some of the crystals into a tiny hole that is at the top of the glass pipe. He then replaces the vial into the incense burner and takes the lighter thing in its place. He turns to the head priest who takes a brass container that has been placed before him by yet another priest in black robe. I just realized that their robes are open and I can see that they are naked underneath. I can see some white scranny diseased bodies. But i also see some muscular, well defined bodies with golden colours. Some are light brown. None have tan lines in the groin area. And i can see three black bodies. As black as India ink. And i can see their manhoods. Their Big Beautiful Black Cocks. They are half erect. The way you know that a man is becoming aroused but is not yet ready to fornicate. The old priest opens his robe (a soutane we called it when I was a young altar boy of 13 years old and would serve early morning mass with Father Bob) and he parts the black cloth to expose a huge cock. Even flaccid it looked more like a salami than a cock. He stuck his cock into what I finally recognize as a chalice. He begins to pee into the chalice. A dark yellow-greenish urine that was quickly filling the Rather large vessel used to contain small pieces of dry bread called hosts. He just kept pissing to overflowing and another priest fell down on his knees to start licking the floor and make sucking noises like he was eating his lunchtime soup. Finally relieved of all his urine, the old priest came forward closer to me and he took the small glass pipe and the lighter. His face came in close to mine, he was talk and could lean over and towered over my head still on the altar. “Now my Son, all this has been clearly explained to you am I correct?” “You know what is happening and what will happen next?” “Just to be clear, let me recapitulate. You have been chosen amongst all of the willing novices to be in this most unholy of ceremonies tonight, to be visited by the Dark Lord”. And you know what will happen here tonight, correct?” I nodded yes and tried to speak to a garbled croaky« yes » indeed I had been told. All of the novices who were here in Rome and now belonged to the Order of the Unholy Trinity knew about this special ritual. We were about 20 young men who varied in age from 18 to 23. I was 22 and one of the oldest. I was also somewhat more mature. I was beginning to lose my young boy twinkish look. I was beginning to fill out as a man. My muscles were developing under the hard work and tutelage of the priests in the art of body conditioning and development. My cock which was always fairly sizeable, was now developing into a true horse cock. It was very thick and dark. Darker than my golden skin on the rest of my body. And when fully erect my cock had been measured by the other boys in the order at 9.5 inches. Just silly boy games to see who had the biggest one. Alas i wasn’t the winner. That honour went to my buddy and roommate Henri. He was this good looking Boy from Paris. We were forbidden to engage in sex with other novices, but Henri and I couldn’t resist some fun late at night in the silence of our small stone room that looked more like a prison cell. And we were treated like prisoners. The priests would lock our doors from the outside after evening prayers. And we knew we would not get caught because you could hear anyone coming down the hall from a mile away. And someone did come every night. We could hear the footsteps, then the keys clattering in the lock. A short whispered order to wake up and follow the priest. And the footsteps away. And eventually we all passed our turn at least once or month and possibly twice as the rotation went. But i digress. The old priest said softly « tonight you have been selected for your ultimate challenge. The conclave is in agreement that you are ready to become a full member of our Order. Tonight you will meet the Dark Lord and he will ensure that you become a permanent member of the Order. ». I nodded in agreement. The mild sedative that i was given earlier was beginning to have effect. But just slightly. I still had all my wits about me. This would be the first day of my new vocation. All of us novices came from various parishes in North America, Europe, Africa and Asia. We had been nominated and recommended by our parish priests. Mine was Father Bob. When my family moved to a new city, my mother was anxious to get me involved in church life. She always hoped and prayed that one of her two boys would one day become a priest. So she was overjoyed when she found out I had been chosen over all the other altar boys to celebrate morning mass, every day, with Father Bob. My mind began racing about my time with Father Bob, but the old priest was murmuring in my ear. « First we shall smoke of the crystal collected from the underworld. I will cook the crystals and then create beautiful blue clouds to swirl around my head. I will inhale and then blow the smoke into your open mouth as you inhale deeply. And you will hold this blessed smoke until i tell you to exhale. We shall do this three times. Then I will turn the pipe over to you and we shall cook the crystals of the Dark Lord’s love together, and you will create blue clouds and you will inhale the smoke three times. And you will do like me and exhale into my mouth. Once this is complete, the Dark Lord will arrive, in all of his magnificent sexual glory. Do not be afraid of him. He comes for you. For your greater glory. And so we smoked. We shotgun the blue smoke. I immediately began to tingle. I could feel a stirring in my ass. After i smoked from the pipe three times and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity, I began to feel warm. Open to everything and to all possibilities. Then I could hear footsteps. The dozen or so priests in the dark robes made a path for someone arriving. He was massive. He was at least 6 foot 7. He wore a golden and crimson red cape. He was essentially naked except for the black leather and gold arm braces and the belt around his waist. And then i saw it. It was massive. Even Henri was a dwarf next to this monster of manhood. His skin was red. Fire red. His face was large and somewhat grotesque. He had yelow-green eyes slitted like a cat. He had beautiful white teeth. Two black horns sprouted out of his glossy curly hair He looked at me on the altar. He looked at my damaged pussy that was dripping little streams of blood. He licked his lips and I could see that his tongue was split. Like the forked tongue of a snake. He grabbed behind him and in his hand he started to caress a red tail that looked like it was made from leather to create whips. And at the end it was pointed. It look sharp. « So Jeremy, » he said to me softly. Are you ready for the rest of your life in the service of the being we hold in total rapture ? In order to fully enjoy your sacrifice, i will offer you more of the Lord’s crystals of love. I can administer them in two ways. I can put a large amount of crystals on the head of my penis which will have been moistened first in the chalice of Monseignor Antonio’s urine and then i will shove it into your tender and abused mankunt This will be very painful because the crystals will burn your raw skin and my cock will stretch your beautiful ass like it has never been stretched before. Or i can inject a nice dose of liquified crystals into your veins which will bring you instant gratification and euphoria leading to the next steps of our ceremony. Which do you chose Jeremy? ». Softly i replied « I will take your cock Sir ». « «What! He Screamed! I can’t hear you! ». I yelled louder « I chose your cock oh great Dark Master and Lord! » TO BE CONTINUED

My kinks have always had to do with anal and even with all my sexcapades with women I focused always more on her asshole. I love to gape ass, love to taste it and get my tongue as far in as possible, which is never far enough. I am borderline obsessed with rosebuds/prolapsed ass. But i have yet to be with someone that can truly prolapse, even a little bit. I want to fuck one so bad, just let it unroll over my cock like a fuck sleeve and let it milk my dick. I want to suck on it, and just do every sexually deviant thing i can think of! Who are the lucky ones in here who have sucked on a prolapse? Fucked a sleeve? Etc? How big was it? What does it taste like? I read an article by a woman porn star who said her anus is ruined forever and she leaks now in her upper 50s due to prolapse porn participation, and she said a prolapse tastes like flesh, like copper, like blood. Makes sense due to what it is. I don't just like prolapses either I like everything and anything to do with an asshole. I love wrecked and sloppy holes. I love loose assholes.

On my back for sure, it's the most comfortable, at least for me. I like being able to see the top's eyes as he is ready to cum.

In a medical office while people were going by the locked door to other offices. Twice. Not a weird place but an exciting place.

of course, you know the moment my wife left for church I blew a huge load onto my chest reading this

Wonderful beginning, I can’t wait to read more about Caleb’s adventures!

There are two different questions here - Quality vs. Quantity, and Fucks vs. Loads. A guy who’s only in it for the loads is going to pick the multiple cocks every time, because for him it’s always about the highest number of loads. But for someone for whom the fuck is the important thing, the choice might depend on the quality of the fuck. If the fucking is good, I’ll take 30 nonstop minutes of that, please, but if it’s going to be mediocre I would probably choose to try the assortment and see what kind of quality might emerge in the short fucks. That, mind you, is if I were choosing on the basis of pleasing myself. I don’t. My goal is to provide service to as many men as possible, even when some take their time and some don’t. The Top who pleasures himself inside me for three hours gets the same opportunity as the one who takes 30 seconds.

I never stop. I never pull out.

Very gracious response. Respect

My "prep" usually begins the day before. I start with a smoothie (berries, sweet potatoes, yogurt, chia seeds, etc.). Chia seeds are especially helpful because they swell and help collect stool. But basically you want to get as much natural fiber as possible. Plus the natural sugars from the fruits help with energy. For my meals I stick to fish, veggies, rice etc. Maybe one more smoothie at night if I'm being glutinous. The morning-of, I'll have one last smoothie and maybe a pb&j or something light. I do want to stress that 9/10 you DON'T need supplements if you are conscious about what you're eating and how your body responds to certain foods. You can't eat a burger and then take Pure or Metamucil and expect magic. Okay back to the plot. I give my body about 4-6 hours to do it's thing and then I prep. I rarely feel like I don't have enough energy but if I need a quick boost, then usually nuts or peanut butter are my go to. Hope this helps someone 🙂

I am a paramedic and have had a few positive loads from Aids patients during a medical transport. I wanted to increase my chances of getting the gift so I took a volunteer position at a nursing home. I chose this particular nursing home because they had a whole wing at this facility, dedicated for AIDS patients usually on hospice. Since my medical background, it was easy to fit in. I would do duties as empty bedpans, make up beds and then give baths to patients. The later was my favorite task, and I got to get my hands on a constant flow of patients. And since a lot of times my bedside manner would include, hand jobs, blow jobs, kissing, and letting them fuck me, I would get requests for a lot of patients. Since our unit was understaffed, it was easy for me to get a lot of one on one time with patient. Also, due to confidentiality, I will not disclose the facility or names of actual patients, but will give them a false name. Last week, I was told I would not have to do collecting of blood and empty bedpans, since I was happy to give baths to all the patients. Out of the bunch, were a total of 51 patients, and out of the 51, all tested HIV poz, 32 of them had full blown AIDS. I was thrilled, and told the head nurse that when giving baths to patients, I noticed most would take a bowel movement and would need my assistance to use the restroom. They were fine with that. Okay, that brings us to Last Thursday, St Patrick's Day. into Gregs room, and was giving him his bath, he had just brushed his teeth and didn't smell bad at all. I wished him a happy St Patrick's Day, and in kidding with him I said, I hope your wearing green, or you have to give up a kiss. His light blue robe was untired and loose, and his response was asking me to "come here". I leaned down to see what he wanted to show me, and our eyes met and we kissed...like a long open mouth sloppy tongue kiss for about a 2-3 minute period. He had taken my hand as we were making out, and guided it to his growing cock under his gown. When we finally broke our kiss, I told him I want more of that. I went over and pulled the door to as I also drew the privacy sheet between us and the door. When I went back in, Josh had pulled the sheet back to reveal his hard cock. Precum had a huge droplet on the tip, so I reached down and scooped it up with my finger, with the other had, I had loosened the string of my scrub pants and let it slide down to my knees, He saw I had a hard cock too, showing my 7" boner. My wet finger tip coated with AIDS precum, I inserted my wet finger tip into my own ass. This turned him on a lot, since he hasn't played with anyone for a long while. He reached down to finger my ass some as I leaned over to kiss him some more and then started sucking on his cock. Now his precum was flowing steadily and the taste was still salty but good. I looked up at him and asked if he could stand leaning against the bed? He said yes, so I used the remote to lower his bed, and swung his legs around. I whispered to him to fuck me, and he cautioned me that he was full blown AIDS, and I said I know, I am your nurse. I then said to him, do you want to lecture me or do you want to fuck me. He said he wanted to fuck me really bad. I said, come on, show me what you have. So he entered me pretty easy since all of his precum fluid, and he was about 8 inches in length, and yes he remembered how to fuck. He said he was close to cumming and I looked back to him and told him to breed me good and deep. This put him over the top and he shot about 8-10 volleys of thick AIDs cum up into me. When he finished, I let him stay in me until he went soft. When he slipped out, I put him back in bed and sucked him clean. He said wow...that was fantastic...and we kissed again as I thanked him. I told him I had another date and would need to leave, but if he needed anything, just ask for me on the intercom. I had to put a feminine napkin in my underwear so the other nurses would see and wet cum leaking from my ass onto my scrub pants. I straightened up and onto the next room....

After 18 months, my company finally decided to bring people back to the office. I had been working from home since lockdown began in mid-March 2020, and for that entire time my work apparel consisted of shorts and a polo in summer, jeans and a polo in winter. So when they announced we were coming back to the office, I took a look in my closet and realized I needed to do some shopping! I hate crowds so rather than going on a Saturday, I waited and hit the mall on Sunday morning just as the stores opened. The mall was nearly deserted, with only a few elderly mall walkers and some store workers opening for the day. I found my go-to men's store and walked in. Like the mall, it was empty. A sole clerk stood behind the counter. He was about my age, about 5'9" with a slender build. For reference, I'm 6'2" and over 300 pounds. "Good morning," I greeted him. He looked up from the shirt he was folding on the counter, and as we locked eyes I felt a spark. There was nothing particularly special about him that I could discern. He was an average looking guy, clean-shaven with wavy brown hair, clearly dressed in clothes from the store. He grinned. "Good morning," he responded. "What can I help you with?" I explained why I was there and he pointed me to the back of the store, where they kept the racks of dress pants and dress shirts. He stayed behind the counter, which I appreciated. I hate clingy salespeople. After about 15 minutes I had amassed a pile of pants and shirts that I wanted to try on. I called the clerk over to unlock a dressing room for me. He reached under the counter and grabbed the key, then started toward me. As soon as he stepped from behind the counter, I saw it: a huge bulge in the front of his pants. My dick instantly began leaking as I mentally pictured the big, thick cock that looked like it was about to burst through the seams. He caught me staring before I could avert my gaze. "You like?" he said, a twinkle in his eye as he walked past me and down the hallway where the dressing rooms were located. Caught off-guard, all I could stammer was "Y-y-yes." Without a word he unlocked the very last dressing room. It had a handicap symbol on it, which meant it was larger than the typical room. "Be right back," he said with a smile, and walked past me toward the front of the store. As he did, he let his hand caress my ass. At the front of the store he pulled out a sign with a picture of a clock and moveable hands. At the top, it read "Back soon!" He adjusted the time on the clock to show 11:45 - half an hour from now - then pulled down the gate and attached the sign to it. Walking back toward me, he grinned. "I'm here by myself, gotta keep anyone from bothering us." Then he walked past me to the open dressing room. Standing just outside the door, he turned to face me and slowly unzipped his pants. He lowered them slowly, teasing me, until his enormous cock sprang free with such force that it made an audible sound as it smacked his stomach. I wasted no time. I dropped the clothes I had been holding and in one fluid motion I was on my knees, my hands grasping that beautiful cock. It was ten inches long at least, and impossibly thick. It took both hands for me to be able to completely encircle its girth. Greedily, I sucked at the tip, then took it in my mouth. My tongue danced around it as I worked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could, but it was a struggle. He sighed with pleasure and placed his hands on the back of my head, urging me to take it deeper. Finally I could go no further. He must have recognized this, because he pulled me to my feet. "Strip," he said, forcefully. I did as I was told, and in seconds stood before him naked. he took his time, running his hands all over my body, into the crack of my ass. He stuck a finger in my mouth and I sucked greedily on it. Then he reached behind me and I felt that same, spit-lubed finger enter my hungry hole. Instantly, I felt the familiar ache. I needed it to be his cock, and now. "I want you to fuck me," I hissed. "Now." He grinned. "Good thing I'm prepared!" He stepped into the open dressing room and from under the bench, he withdrew a bottle of lube and a little brown bottle. He handed the brown bottle to me. "There's something you need to know before we go any further," he said, and lifted his shirt. There, just above his pubic mound and below his belly button was a biohazard tattoo. "I'm poz, and I'm not on meds," he stated flatly. I was taken aback. I heard my breath stop as it caught in my throat. A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel beads of sweat break out on my forehead. But surprisingly, I was not turned off as I had always imagined I would be. I wasn't disgusted or afraid in any way. In fact, I felt a wave of horniness wash over me and my cock began leaking precum incessantly. He was studying my face for my reaction. I suspect I surprised him too as I lifted the brown bottle to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Fuck my ass." It was almost an order. That was all the prompting he needed. He spun me around and guided me into the dressing room. "Get on your knees facing the bench," he said, and I complied. I knelt on the floor with my elbows on the bench, watching in the mirror as he squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand. He slathered my hole, sticking two fingers as deep inside me as they would go, and I heard some drip onto the carpet beneath me. Then another squirt that he rubbed all over his raw, poz cock. I was breathless with anticipation as I realized he would soon be stretching my hole with that beautiful thing. He crouched behind me and I could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my crack. I got a brief twinge of pleasure each time it caressed my hole. Then gently, he began to enter me. As I took multiple hits from the brown bottle my hole opened hungrily to accept him, stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt him slide into my ass, a single smooth motion until he was balls-deep. I felt the electricity as he hit my prostate. The precum was gushing from my cock, forming a pool beneath me that eventually merged with the drops of lube. I had never been that full, and it felt amazing! He began to work in and out, lengthening his strokes a little at a time until he grabbed my hips and plunged in and out, working my hole to its maximum. With each thrust he almost pulled all the way out before ramming balls-deep again, each time hitting my prostate perfectly. Before long I felt my own cum pulsing out onto the floor. Soon his breathing quickened and I knew he was close. "Where do you want my poz cum?" he asked. "Inside me," I responded. For a moment it felt as though I had left my body and was watching in disbelief as I said those words. "Fucking poz me!" "With pleasure," he grunted. He plunged his cock as deep into me as he could and I felt the telltale pulses as he unleashed his load. I came again as his pulses subsided. Slowly he withdrew and stood. I could see in the mirror that his cock and balls were a mess of cum and lube that had a pinkish hue to it. Had he made me bleed? Of course he had. But I didn't care. I spun around and expertly cleaned every drop off his shaft and balls, savoring the taste as I did. At last it was time to get dressed. He invited me to stay and try on the clothes I had selected, but I was exhausted from our escapade and starting to feel just a little freaked out by what we had done. I finished dressing and headed out of the store. I walked out of the mall and quickly got in my car. I drove straight home to shower and douched as best I could. Part of me was incredulous and scared that I had taken a poz load, but a bigger part of me was more turned on than I had ever been before. I jerked off twice more that afternoon. The next day I decided to go back to the mall. Approaching the store, I could see the same clerk working inside. He looked up and grinned as I entered. "I saved those clothes for you," he said. "You alone?" I asked him. "Yup." "Fuck me again." His eyes widened in surprise but without another word, he grabbed the "Back soon!" sign and headed for the store entrance. I walked back to the dressing room and stripped, anxious to get another fix of his huge cock and poz load.

I hooked up with a guy a few months back who had insisted when we were chatting online that it had to be safe. He had a big enough cock, about 9" & slightly thicker than average, so I didn't complain. We wasted little time on niceties when I got there, he had me drop to my knees in the hallway and start sucking his already hard cock. Within a minute he was ripping the wrapper off a condom, pulled my head off and walked into the living room telling me to bend over the couch. He yanked my pants down and shoved his cock right up me. Now, I had prelubed after cleaning out, so this wasn't as difficult or painful as you might think, but when he got to my inner ring, he just kept pushing, telling me to "relax and take it". With a lot of focus and some careful movement, I managed to line him up right and finally one of his thrusts went right thru, popping like a jar opening, but it was just nicely tight. He started saying "yeah, that's it" over and over. He kept up a steady rhythm for a good 10 minutes and my hole accommodated him snugly. Then he gripped me hard and shouted "fuck yeah here it comes" and shot off while still thrusting hard. The usual couple of bumps and grinds to finish off followed, then he slid out and sat down beside me on the couch. "You gonna clean this up or what?" he asked, and I immediately knelt down to find a slimy, cum-covered cock with the remains of a shredded condom crammed like a rubber ring around the base. "When did that happen?" I asked, slightly surprised. "When your ass couldn't take my cock, it snapped. It was your fault. Now you're full of my cum, slut. Suck it." And he chuckled like some Bond villain. Needless to say, I obliged with the cleaning. Had another two fucks afterwards. No more mention of condoms.