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Drew was a good friend of Jake's, who was having his 21st birthday bash. The thing was Drew was straight whereas Jake was gay and had mostly gay friends. Not that Drew believed it would matter for a birthday party. His choice of venue was nice: a good-sized room above a pub, where drinks flowed freely and the music was good. There was about 7 men in the room including Drew and Jake. One person who caught Drew's eye was a slightly older guy sporting a short-sleeved top that exposed a tattoo of a scorpion that had been inked high up on his left arm. After going around chatting to the party members, he soon learned he was the only straight attendee. Nevertheless Drew was enjoying himself with the drinks free-flowing. He discovered that Gus, the tattooed, slightly older gentleman ran a business offering strippers for parties. Then to Drew's surprise he told him he'd organised the entertainment for Jake's party. Knowing Jake's proclivities, Drew knew his luck wasn't in with female strippers, he hoped he'd cope with what was soon to happen as Gus left to usher in the male stripper. With a big fanfare, a very large black man appeared dressed as a boxer with rippling muscles. Music began and he removed his cape to reveal a well-toned body, in under a minute the boxer shorts had also been divested revealing his enormous manhood, not only was it extremely long but with a tremendous girth. Gus seemed to nod to the stripper in the direction of Drew. As the stripper approached, he whirled his dick round and round. It grew even bigger, but Drew waved him away and he gave his attention to the other guests, but did comment “later then?” As he went round the guests, they manhandled him, stroking his huge cock. When we offered it to the birthday boy Jake, he took as much of it into his mouth as he could and started to suck it. Drew was beginning to feel very uncomfortable and regretting attending this party, even though he was a good friend of Jake's. After a couple of minutes, the stripper pulled out and went round the others squirting foam cream on his dick and enticing each in turn to suck the cream off his cock. His enormous dick now upright glistened with the saliva from several blowjobs! He cam back to Drew, sprayed cream on his dick and offered it to him. Drew hesitated partly though his being a bit more uninhibited following maybe one too many drinks and also a certain peer pressure. Nevertheless, he did once again dissuade the stripper and got him to move on. He noticed Gus watching him intensely as this temptation happened. The event proceeded with the arrival of the birthday cake, all covered in thick whipped cream. Gus cut pieces for all the guests, clearly he was truly responsible for the smooth running of the occasion. They all had a piece and then toasted Jake's birthday. Drew somewhat slurred his words, but that didn't matter, things were going well. With the Dutch courage Drew now had, he questioned Gus about there only being one stripper and Gus admitted there were indeed two and he was the other. At that he started dancing and shedding his clothes, with rapturous applause from the other guests all clapping to the beat and his movements as he stripped naked. Even Drew although avoiding clapping, found himself eyeing Gus' body and his cock began to stir in his trousers. After quite a performance, Gus stopped his dancing and placed his cock in the cake, smothering it with the whipped cream. He offered it to Drew, Drew disinclined to accept as before, but Gus remained more insistent. “You know you want it, that tent peg in your pants proclaim your desire. With Drew's cock betraying him, he opened his mouth and started to devour Gus' cock. The rest of the assembled group, all cheered and clapped at Drew's blowjob, it went on much longer than Jake's special treat with the other stripper. Gagging and choking over Gus' meat as he pushed it in more. Drew continued choking and sputtering. With Gus' cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. Drew's hardon swelled as he as he gagged over Gus' cock. And Gus yanked down Drew's pants for all to see. "Oh shit baby, I'm going to nut." Gus moaned. The thrusts increased and his organ throbbed. Gus's massive balls were smacking Drew's head and his breathing erratic. The fingers curled round Drew's hair and he grunted. No, no no! It was swelling in his mouth. A massive rope of come shot down Drew's throat A second and third spurt followed with the same density. On the fourth fifth and sixth he began to pull out and it landed on his tongue. The sweet taste and saltiness was overwhelming. Not to stop this moment. Gus offered Drew a sniff of poppers, which he inhaled strongly. Gus beckoned the other stripper over for the main party piece! Something hot, hard and unnaturally sized was pressed up against Drew. He could feel it wiggling against his arse. Gus whispered, "just enjoy it." Drew looked over his shoulder to see the other stripper's massive cock rubbing against him. His grinding increased it was truly monster sized but it had beautiful thick veins, soft smooth skin and an angry red head. He angled himself so he was thrusting at Drew's crack. Then Drew felt him being pinned down. Four of the other guests, held Drew down, each taking a wrist or ankle to keep him from squirming away. Gus gave Drew poppers to inhale The poking continued. Then Drew felt it against his hole. The head pressed against it, testing it. He could feel it strain as he pushed to get access. He shifted his hips and aimed his massive weapon right at his virgin hole. Drew could feel the warm tip brushing against his sphincter. Drew felt more pressure as his massive thing tried to get inside. Hands were holding him so tight Drew was scared he was going to snap then all he felt was pain. It was going in, slowly one inch at a time a man's dick starting to enter him. "Hush baby, only halfway." Gus cooed. Halfway, halfway!? This thing was only halfway inside of me? Oh Jesus no, this was not durable. “No I can't take it! "Pull out! PULL OUT!" Drew screamed. But the stripper just grabbed Drew's hips and pushed hard until Drew had taken every last inch. "No more, please I can't do this. It's too much!" Drew cried. Drew felt wet inside. His massive girth was rubbing deep inside pressing against Drew's insides getting slick with something. It couldn't have been spit or precum?. There was a powerful thrust and Drew yelped. . He took this as motivation and began really hammering home. The thrusts changed their angle and Drew began to feel pleasure. He did it again and Drew felt his own cock start to grow. Drew's hard cock was bouncing along to the sodomy. He was getting fucked and Drew was hard. He sniffed the poppers hard as it helped him. Seeing how Drew was responding, one of the group who was restraining Drew released his grip and offered his dick to Drew's opened mouth, dripping with Gus' cum. Drew's mouth was stuffed with his cock. Drew was now being drilled at both ends. Drew was again choking and sputtering as the cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. He too splattered his cum deep inside Drew's throat. As Drew felt the taste, smell and cock driving into him and it was all too much. Drew's entire body shook as he was hit with his strongest orgasm. He screamed out as he shot his thick white load all over one of those still holding him. The man smiled at Drew then got up and walked over to Jake, who he noticed to his shock was filming it all with his mobile camera. Drew was horrified. But a combination of the lovely smile Jake gave him and his general sexual tension and inebriation meant Drew dismissed the filming and carried on with his intercourse, as another of the invitees shoved his cock into Drew's mouth to receive Drew's attention. Drew's tormented pleasure somewhat changed; the stripper was fucking with less rhythm, his thrusts deep and painful, his breathing ragged and he was coated in sweat. He was clearly close to cumming. He grabbed Drew's waist and spun him around on his dick. The blood provided ample lubricant because there was a slick sound as he spun like a top. Drew could now see the stripper plunging his huge dick in and out of his hole. “Stop, please not inside”, Drew begged. "I love breeding virgins." He panted. "No stop!" He was fucking too hard. Drew's entire body was shaking and breathing came out broken in time with his rapid thrusts. Just then the thrusts stopped. The cock buried itself as deep as it would go and began twitching. Drew's eyes widened as the reality took over. His straight ass had just finished off a man. He was being bred. "Nooo!", Drew cried. "Yes!" He replied. He could feel it convulsing. Then he could feel something warm soaking his insides. His cum just kept shooting inside Drew squirmed to the left then right, trying to push out the oversized cock but it wouldn't stop. He was growling, body flexed as the stripper held him with his dick. He could feel some of it dripping out. It seemed impossible. Cum was shooting inside him as well as pouring out. He looked over to see Gus, positioning himself to take over from the other stripper to breed his hole again. But I'm worried he's cum inside without a condom. “Don't worry”, Gus replied, “it's okay, he's the same status as me”. Not only did Gus breed Drew, but then the other four guests took their turns to unload inside him. Finally, Jake came over to have his turn, passing his camera over to Gus to complete the filming. “This is the best ever birthday present”, Jake exclaimed as he pushed his cock in. “But isn't it risky?” Drew asked anxiously. “But we've all been on prep the last couple of years”, Jake said misleadingly. For not only had they stopped taking them in time to be detectable again, but he had hired the two positive strippers to breed Drew. “Thanks for the gift”, Jake said, “let me give you mine now.” As he squirted his poz load deep within.

I run my own business, we do office fit outs and reconfigurations, based in the city. For a years more I've had a personal assistant as the majority of the work I do is coordinating contractors, workmen and supply logistics, so having someone to help me keep my diary straight and things organised is just a no brainer. Until now I've always kept my sex life separated as being a Gay man in his late 40s and dealing with construction people, it was just always easier for them to not question sexuality etc. But then my PA Amy resigned to move to another city with her fiance and I found myself interviewing replacement candidates. There was a short list of three, two older women, very experienced and one young guy, with great qualifications but his experience was not directly in assistant work, though his skills were transferable. I'll be honest, he wasn't in the running, but wanted to meet him as I liked his resume and I was dirty minded and curious. After the first two had not really impressed me, I was beginning to think the search would be a bust when young James met me at reception. I was pleasantly surprised when the well dressed 21 year old shook my hand and smiled his blue eyes at me, my cock twitched and I smiled back, checking him out as inconspicuously as possible. I'm 6'2" 47 hairy and burly with a rugby build, he was 5'8" 21 lean with a more nerdy look, a great bubble but and signs of being a little hairy himself... Just perfect. Nasty thoughts ran through my head as I ushered him to my office, closing the door and locking it so as not to be disturbed, but I put them aside, let's give this kid a chance. As I asked him all the normal interview questions and noticed he was very nervous, I did my best to be friendly and put him at ease, but not let my dick make decisions, something I strongly believe is dangerous in business. So briefed him on the company history, the role and why it was vacant, then what I was looking for from an assistent, and asked him why he thought I should hire him over someone with more direct experience. James explained that he was a born organiser, his father had been in construction and that since he'd passed away he had wanted to find a way to follow in his dad's footsteps, even though he wasn't great at building things himself. He talked about how he'd done similar things around logistics in his last job and how he often found himself managing his mums diary as she was a busy single mum these days. He then dropped that he was single, so it ment he didn't have any other obligations right now and could focus on the job at hand. I joined that I war single too which war great for work but getting a little lonely as I was getting older. He smiled at my weak joke that prompted him to reassure me I want that old. With that I got up to get a glass of water from my cooler and asked if he wanted one, and that was my first clear hint... I caught him checking out my ample package. I pack 9 thick inches and big balls and always be sure to wear just the right jeans that show off my buldge, so it pumped my ego a little and quickly lead to some more dirty thoughts... So when it took him his water I intentionally came too close and caught him once again glance down. Then I headed back to my desk sat down and back, being sure he could get a view and decided, fuck it, I was alone in the office today, I'm horny as hell and I'm gonna see if I can break my rule... A secret fantasy id had for a long time. So I started with a simple question, what does he do for fun, he answered clubbing with friends, gaming and into sci Fi, like trek... I laughed and said I loved trek too, but wasn't much for Clubbing these days, preferring usually to sit at home have a smoke and relax. He asked what I smoked and I decided to take a risk... Asking if I could trust him with the truth. He eagerly reassured me, so I unlocked and reached into my side drawer pulling out my glass pipe, already loaded with Tina, and asked if he'd tried it before? When he said no, I asked if he was open to it and he said yeah maybe, then asked what it was like, side effects etc, I told him it was really just great for relaxing, and focusing, abs that it was pretty mild with come down that is really managed. He seemed curious, so I then mentioned that it was also really great for enhancing sex with the right partner, and since it was Friday, id let my team go home early, intending to puff up and see where the night and weekend took me. I asked if he had plans and when he said know I asked if he minded if I took a hit and said he was welcome to join me. I could see he was interested but nervous, so I just hit up the pipe, took a big breath and blew out a big cloud in front of him. "wow" I heard him utter as I saw his eyes check my package between watching the smoke. As the clouds started to rush through my veins I got a little bolder, stood up and moved to lean against the edges of my desk right in front of him, and this time I said, "go on give it a try, I'll shotgun it to you and you can stop if you don't like it". He bowed to the period pressure and seconds later I was up close blowing clouds into his mouth as he sucked them back, near the end i intentionally let our lips touch, then moved back. Once he had exhaled I quickly asked if he was ok and liked it? He was affirmative so I gave him too more shotguns each time kissing just a little more as I did it, he didn't resist and started to respond kissing back. Now was the time to up the stakes, so I moved back to my chair and asked if he would like to take one directly from the pipe... And smiled when he glanced at my package again on the word pipe. He said yes so I told him it would be easier if he came and sat on my knee while I drove it for him and encouraged him, it didn't take much and this young boy was sit on my knee, in close, my package now pressed gently against his upper thigh, I drove the pipe, then leaned in so he could shot gun it back to me. This time as we did I allowed the exchange to become a more passionate and clear kiss. When he sat back, with the courage of the puff in my system I told him he was a very good looking young man, that I was gay I loved being a daddy to a younger guy, and I asked him if he likes guys too? He confirmed yes, previous trepidation gone due to the substance in his lungs and my admission, he also said he thought I was a real hunk that he was hoping I might be a top. With that it was all on, more puff, more making out and our hands exploring each other's bodies, soon my hand was massaging his ass and he was rubbing my package. I then told him I was a trekkie too and asked if he would like to see my tattoo on the topic, slowly removing my shirt to show my com badge tattoo, he ran his hand through my chest hair as he admired said he loved the concept. After another puff I decided to tell all to him, that I was a dom daddy top who dreamt of having a boy to own of my own. That I had fantasies that that boy would also be my PA, a total bottom and love my cock and my cum. I told him I preferred it bareback, and loved seeding and breeding a hot boy. He was shy, but expressed he liked the idea but was really only looking for a hook up, safe sex and felt he'd love to have sex but wasn't inclined to continue with the job application. I was disappointed, but horny at least is get this young boys hot ass... And who knows where that night go...

I was on a short weekend getaway to Kissimmee Florida. My family was also with me, naturally, I am a very horny guy. So I decided I needed to check the apps to see what was going on, luckily, I was able to find two guys staying at my same hotel. I reached out to both only to discover that they were a couple, but prefer to play separately. I decided to focus on the top. He was a middle, aged, red haired, big bellied, uncut top, with a nice hard and very leaky cock. We exchanged pictures, I took a shower and then snook off to meet him. Lol. I got to his room and we immediately began kissing,his tongue pushing against mine, deep down my throat. His hands groping everywhere, and then started stripping right there and then at the door and kept on kissing. Somehow we made it to the bed, where our cocks were rubbing against each other. Both leaking profusely. I reached down and started jerking us both. He was moaning and asked me if I’d like to suck his dick, I went down on him and licked all of the sticky mess away. His dick was a standard 6 inch, had a beautiful pink foreskin on it, surrounded by red pubes, and a very smooth purple head, and the pre-cum was dripping nonstop. I can taste a salty sweetness. We then repositioned, and then we 69 for what seemed like hours. I climbed up on him and then rode him reverse cowgirl. Poor guy was ripping under me as my Raw hole took his red cock. There was no talk about condoms or HIV status. I knew I wanted his raw load inside of me. He knew he wanted his uncut dick deep in me as possible. I did not take him long and said he was breathing very deeply as he began slapping me harder and telling me how he’s gonna knock my hole up. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me and I let it be until he softened and slid right out. Weather in both got cleaned up and I left. I went to the hotel lobby bathroom and stripped down naked. I then played with myself in the mirror as a part of my cheeks, and let his river of cum flow out of my ass. He came quite a lot ribbons of white, flying everywhere. I caught so much my fingers wiped it on my dick, and tasted, so I’m also. As I was about to begin jerking off, I hear a familiar sound. I got a message from him asking to come back to the room so he can fuck me again I immediately pulled up my pants, put my T-shirt back on and ran back to his room, he was already in bed and very hard once I got there, we then kissed again and then he put me on the bed and climbed on top of me. My ass was up in the air as he began fucking me relentlessly, his right arm was around my neck, and he fed me poppers as he slowly choked me while emptying his load into my hole once more . he gave me a long kiss and I then got dressed and went back down to the lobby. I went back to the same stall and stripped completely naked. I spread my cheeks against the sink, and I proceed to push out his cum into my palm. Where I then either rubbed it all over my dick or ate it, this was such a horny experience. I couldn’t control myself and then started using his cum as lube and jerk myself off to the memory of this random man breeding my hole two times..

Double Ass Up So I was on one of those location based phone apps... You know which one. I saw a profile on there which had a nice looking ass with a cream pie dripping out of it. I sent a message complimenting him "Nice creampie, I love taking them too". He replies back "Thanks, you have a nice ass too". I asked him "You on PrEP?". His reply "Nope". Me "Me neiter. You're going to get knocked up!". Him "Probably." Me "Me too". He says "I'm hosting in my motel room, if you can split it with me you can come over and take some loads too". Me "Sounds great, what hotel and room number?" He sends me the number so I take a quick shower, get cleaned out and head over, it's only a couple miles away over along IH35. When I get there he lets me in, the room is dark and we leave the door proped open with the little bar thing. I strip down like he is, just to jock underwear and we both get up on the bed ass up. It doesn't take long before we hear the door open and shadows enter the room. I feel a hand rub my ass and I can see that his is also being checked out. Two tops. Very soon I hear him groan out in pleasure and a grunt from his top guy and I know he's getting it. I also feel fingers checking out my already lubed hole. They pull out then I feel the head of my top guy's dick sliding in my ass crack until it pushes inside causing me to groan out as well and my top guy to give his own grunt. Then all I can hear is moans and groans and flesh slapping. I'm feeling nothing but pleasure as the big dick pounding me is rubbing my prostate just right making my little cock drip into my jock. All of a sudden my top stops and pulls out. "Switch?" he asks the other top. I hear the other top grunt out "OK" and he stops. I feel them moving around behind us and suddenly my hole is stretched wider than it has ever been and the big dick just keeps pushing in until I feel wiry pubes on my cheeks. I can't help but moan out because it burns a little, like a dick hasn't done in me in a long time. Very soon I feel him pull back out and then he pushes in hard and fast so I can feel is massive balls smack my taint and then he really goes to town. Both tops are pounding us like crazy. The room is filled with the sounds and smells of raw man sex. I'm interrupted by my head being pulled up by my hair a dick in my face which I accept into my mouth. More tops have showed up. It's going to be a good night. Soon I feel the huge dick in my ass start to throb and the guy pushes all the way in and holds it there as I feel jet after jet of hot cum being pumped deep inside me. I head the other bottom's top guy growl out "take my poz load you slut!". My top guy whispers in my ear "you just got a 5 day high VL load too". Before I can even process that, the guy that was in my mouth has pulled out and is moving behind me. I have a chance to look around a little and I see there must be a dozen guys standing around stroking themselves and getting ready to use both of us. And they do. One after another until the wee hours of the morning. After the last ones leave both myself and the other bottom guy are left laying together on the bed in puddles of cum, with dried cum spots all over each of us, and our holes gaping and drippng seed. I ask him "how many loads do you think we took?" He says he personally lost count after 14, and he was sure I took as many as he did. That sounded true to me too. We took turns rinsing off and getting dressed and then left, exchanging mobile numbers. A couple weeks later I got a text from him saying "We should do that again soon" I texted back "Hell yes, but I won't need to be worried about being impregnated next time". I'd been to the clinic and got my results. He texted me "Me either, my pregnancy test just came back Pozitive". We made arrangements to do it again... Looking forward to it this Friday.

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That sticky sweet mixture of lube, sweat, and pre-cum is tantalizing as a man slides in raw. After a top has loosened me up and is transitioning to fuck me, that feeling of his body pressed against mine, pinning me down, and the sweat of our bodies is such a turn on. It becomes less about me, and more about feeling that hard cock using me for it's pleasure. The visual and mental connection knowing we're intimately intertwined, even if anonymous and quick. The joy of being of service to a man and feeling him bust deep inside me, is unmatched. No drug feels as satisfying. His seed now deep inside me, I am grateful that he's shared with me his life's journey thus-far and the data from his ancestors for my body to absorb.

FlaTTered, @TaKinGDeePanal, thank you.

Open your mind, your legs, and your ass - and somehow get in contact with @versmetropig so that he can teach you what REAL men do.

What's in it for the bottom? Everything. During the time my top is fucking me I love him. He is my world. I worship him. Even if he is taking me from behind in a sex club and I have no idea what he looks like, my place is to serve him and receive his seed. It is almost like a religious act for me. I see his seed as my divine prize. My right and my nourishment. I have never stopped a top from fucking me once he is inside me. It is his right to fuck me and my responsibility to receive his load or until he decides to walk away. I have been in pain sometimes in my legs because the top has been fucking me for so long in awkward positions but I will not stop the act of breeding. It must be completed. Once he has gifted me his seed, his essence I will thank him. If he will allow it I will ask him if I may clean his cock as an act of gratitude and submission. Some allow it others are not interested and the hands of my new top are already on my shoulders holding me down and preparing me for the next load. And then it is my turn to worship him and the process starts again. And already I have forgotten the previous top as all my attention is turned to my new lord and master.

Well said, Konrad. Another, maybe more clear way of describing that magical moment of "connection". It's a really important part of the whole mating event, at least to me, and it takes place in our minds, our soul.

The relentless pursuit of raw sex

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Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real people are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental harm, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English/American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 3: The ambush (Offtopic: I apologize for the delay, but work and family must come before the hobby). So, where were we? Oh, right, at the bathroom encounter of Karel and Sven, and how my brother stole a dirty load from my best friend that was meant for me. So Karel came naked and wet down the stairs to the first floor, and crept as quietly as he could, jerking his cock to my room. He very quietly opened the sliding door, and listened to see if I was really asleep. When he was sure, he opened the door completely, and didn't even bother to close it again. Since it was very warm, I slept in just retro shorts, no comforter, and as almost always, on my stomach, ass up. I think this actually simplified Karel's plan. Karel, dripping with wetness, continuing to jerk off slowly, crept over to my desk, and grabbing my craft scissors from the top, came over to my bed. In the meantime, my brother had also arrived in the doorway to my room, and was watching the situation. So Karel crept to my bed, crawled carefully on it, and cut with the scissors very carefully the sides of my retro shorts, waved briefly my brother closer, gave him the scissors and whispered to him to put them back on the desk, and then quietly sit down on the office chair. I didn't notice anything because I slept like a rock. Why? I'm usually a light sleeper, and I wake up even when Sven goes to the fridge at night, and my door is firmly closed. Sven obeyed Karel's instructions, and when Karel saw that I didn't move, he continued with his work. He simply folded away the back of my retroshorts, dribbled some of the lube he had brought between my ass cheeks, and spread it on and inside my hole with his index finger. Even with these touches, I strangely didn't wake up. Karel grinned devilishly at my brother, while he was still jerking his cock, kneeling over me, and opened my hole with his other hand. First with one finger, then came some special lubricant again, then with two fingers for a while, then lubricant again, and then with three fingers. Karel apparently had practice opening holes. Finally, after a good 20 minutes of his finger work, he was satisfied, and whispered to Sven, "Your brother's ass cunt is prepared, kneel in front of the edge of the bed, and watch carefully as my poison cock will penetrate naked, and I will give him his first load." Sven obeyed, and looked totally horny, but also jealous of the cock he wanted so much inside him, and my hole. Inch by inch Karel pushed his wand into my asshole, there was no resistance on my part, I was still sleeping like a rock, even when Karel had completely sunk his cock into me, I didn't wake up. Karel started fucking me very carefully, but after 10 times out and in he buried himself completely again and started convulsing. Exhausted, he climbed off me and whispered to Sven, "Viral load one is planted. Do you want to clean my cock?" But Sven was so horny that he didn't hear, or didn't want to hear what Karel had just asked him, my brother immediately climbed up on my bed, and sank his cock into my hole. He lasted maybe a minute, no way longer, and finally shot a mega load into my stretched hole. Sven also quickly got off my bed, looked at Karel, and immediately took care of his cock. After Karel's cock was clean, Karel finally took care of Sven's cock as well. Both whispered to the other at the same time, "A sperm load should never be wasted." What's next? Well the weekend is still young, we'll see in the next episode.

When I first started taking dick I never really cared about race but ending up getting a lot of black cock being a femmy white boy with a nice ass. Only thing I ever had to a regular boyfriend was a black guy with a massive 8.5" thick as fuck dick who bred me many times outside and gave me many facials for a nice little cumslut "walk of shame" home. After taking so much BBC I prefer it now and honestly any black guy only has to whip it out and I'm on it. One of my favorite types of videos now is white girls taking hood dick anywhere at any time and I'm always jealous because I know if I had a real pussy I'd be trolling around areas with lots of black guys just hoping as many as possible want to fuck me. But honestly if I had a pussy I'd probably just be fucking 24/7 365 from any dick available lol.

Back again. Daddy 1 has been naughty and having me call round for brief fuck and go ...he messages if im free that day and if I am I pop.over at lunchtime. He is hard and ready as I arrive ...I go to the kitchen pull my pants down and bend over ...he wastes no time in getting balls deep and pumping me hard until he blows ...he shakes a bit and pulls out. I pull up my pants and leave. In and out in 5 minutes .. Daddy 2 has had sloppy seconds twice without knowing as I arranged a meet with him if I have enough notice.

It was somewhere around 2009, I was done with film school and working gig to gig. Mostly working paycheck to paycheck at this shit job in an equipment rental house/studio in the city. Still struggling with my sexuality to an extent, certainly deep in the closet at this point. I was still telling myself that sex with guys was only when I was really horny and masturbation wasn’t cutting it. I always played safe, well not always, but I tried to. This was before PrEP. So as far as I was concerned, as long as I had sex with guys infrequently and with protection, no one would ever know and one day I would just quit altogether and go about my life as a straight guy. Most of my hookups with other guys would happen at this point through Craigslist. It was the Grindr of the time. You could put what you were looking for, with pics, all the responses would come straight to your email where they would live until you wanted to respond, it was great. One drunk night I had post an ad and then passed out. A few days later I checked that email, which was a burner email, I had way more responses than I normally got. I looked at my ad to see what I wrote to get so many hits. “22, straight, kinda tipsy. Mostly like a quick fuck,” was all it said, with a torso pic of me in my white CK briefs, my head obviously not in the picture. Half of the responses were from guys I would never sleep with. I wouldn’t say my standards were higher in those days, I just had a mental block that only allowed me to sleep with guys who were “model attractive” because…somehow that made it less gay? Filtering most of them out, deleting the ones that were just old man dick pics and guys who wanted me to call them “daddy”. I responded to a few, most of them never got back to me because. I found that most of them were burner accounts and if you didn’t respond within an hour, you usually never got a response. One guy hit me up the next day. “Hey, sorry I missed this, you look hot. I was only in town that night, had some work in the city. I’ll be back in a couple weeks though. 26/m/DC here.” He attached a similar torso pic, clearly he worked out, he was maybe 5’10”, and looked like a frat bro-leaning Abercrombie model. He even wore Abercrombie white briefs in the photo. That prompted me to ask if he was a model or if he was catfishing me. He responded saying he was neither a model nor catfishing me. Apparently, he did something in finance/banking, but neither of us got into specifics. He asked what I was into. I explained that I’m not gay, just get horny sometimes and need sex. “Oh, so do you like to fuck or get fucked?” He asked. At this time I was pretty versatile, “I usually like to fuck, but that night I was pretty tipsy and was trying to get fucked.” I told him. “Damn, I wish I had caught you at the right time. Did you get fucked that night?” “No, honestly I basically post that ad and then passed out after. Was incredibly hungover and horny the next day. I certainly wished I had got your message though.” I teased. “Yeah, would you have let me fuck you?” He asked straight up. “Maybe, depends on how big you are, I’m not a pro.” I joked. “It’s not that big, like 7.5 inches, cut.” He attached a photo, it sure looked bigger, and thicker than mine. “Damn, it looks big, I would’ve let you try though, as long as you’re gentle,” I told him. “I’m always gentle, love to feel a tight straight boy open up for my dick.” He told me. “You ever been rimmed?” “No, I don’t think so anyway.” I was at work when I got that email so I didn’t look it up. “You’ll love it, it’s when I use my tongue to tease your hole, get it lubed up and ready for my dick. Makes it easier to slide in when your outer ring is primed and ready, almost begging to get fucked.” This one made me horny as hell. Good thing I’m a briefs guy, I was able to hide it while at work. When I got home I stripped down to my underwear, my 22-year-old dick was hard before my pants came off and I was ready for some porn. I did take a quick pic with my flip phone and emailed it to him, “Damn, that sounds hot, look what you did to me.” I captioned. “Look at all those spread legs, love to fuck you in that position, that way I can watch your face as you feel me push balls deep into your tight hole. Do you like to kiss?” He asked. “Not really, I’m not really into guys like that,” I told him, which was true, at the time I felt like somehow that was a bridge too far, like kissing would make you gay, whereas getting fucked by a guy was just some form of extreme masturbation between friends. “That’s cool, I get it, but would you stop me if I tried?” he ased in a single sentence response. Now, I’m jerking off at this point and felt like he would stop responding if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. “I wouldn’t stop you, in the heat of the moment…what ever happens, happens.” “Good, when you are balls deep in a guy, a deep kiss unlocks the hoe in him, then I can really fuck him like he needs to be fucked.” He fired back. Something about this wording got me going. Up to this point, I had had good sex with some guys, I had had bad sex with some guys, but I knew the best was yet to come and this guy seemed to know what he was doing. “Damn man, I really need to get fucked now.” “Yeah? With condoms or bareback?” he asked. “I try to make condoms a rule,” I told him. “Yeah, raw feels so good, but it’s important to play safe,” he fired back. “Have you ever let a guy fuck you raw?” I knew where this conversation was going, if he was in the city and trying to get in me tonight I would’ve lied and shut it down, but I figured there was no harm in feeding that flame. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been caught up in the moment and things happen,” I was vague. “Oh yeah, I know about that. I’m STD-free and want to stay that way, so I use condoms all the time. I have had the occasional ‘heat of the moment’ fuck, but that’s rare. Were you hoping to get fucked raw, that night I mean?” He asked. I had to think about this. “I was pretty drunk, I wasn’t even thinking about that. If we had met up, I probably would’ve just gone with the flow. Good thing you prefer condoms.” I told him. A few minutes went by, and I refreshed a few times, still slowly jerking myself off. “I probably would’ve pushed in raw, got a few strokes in just to feel it, then I would’ve wrapped it up.” He finally responded. This made my balls tighten. My hormone-filled brain thought, “yeah that makes sense.” So I quickly typed back, “Mmm, that’s hot, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I told him. Before he could respond I felt my balls tighten and instantly hot cum was erupting onto my abs and pooling in my belly button. I went to clean up and never checked for another email from him before going to sleep. ****** Two weeks later I was at work on a Friday night. They had me at the front desk because one of our studios was being used to film a music video. So I spent most of my night online. While the studio technically was closed at 11 pm, we had an unwritten policy to let productions stay until 1 am as a courtesy. By 10 pm my friends were all out having drinks without me, I had a few dozen texts telling me to “just lock up” and stuff like that. A producer came over to me and asked me if it would be possible to stay a little later than the 11 pm “hard out”. I acted like I was doing him a huge favor, even though this kind of thing happened often, but I told him as long as they wrapped by 11 and were out the door by midnight I would turn a blind eye. He thanked me and went back into the studio. About fifteen minutes later a production assistant came over to me with a six-pack of Magic Hat #9 and told me it was a gift from the producer, as a “thank you.” I wasn’t going to say no, I took it and cracked one open. Then a second in what felt like no time at all. By 11 pm the music was still thumping so I knew they were not packing up yet. I looked around to make sure no one was near me, then I opened Craigslist on my laptop. I looked at a few posts, but I never responded. Honestly just being on the website made me feel like I was going to get “caught” so I just quickly posted an ad, really just hoping to get a few responses and chat, but not actually hook up. I looked into my burner email and saw a bunch of junk and an unread message from the guy from DC. There were a few unread messages actually. This made my dick jump to attention. “That’s so hot, man, how many strokes can I get in before I should wrap up?” the first message said. “Did I take it too far?” The second read, a day later. “Hey, not sure if you’re still interested, but I’m going to be in the city again this weekend. I’ll be at the Rennasaince in Times Square if you want to meet. No pressure.” This one was time-stamped yesterday. I cracked open a third beer, I’m a bit of a lightweight so I shouldn’t be on a third beer in an hour. I started to respond to his email a few times, then deleted. I kept reading and rereading what we said, looking at his body and dick pics, I was hard to the point of frequently checking to make sure my precum wasn’t visible in my jeans. “Hey, sorry I didn’t respond. I was jerking off and as soon as I blow my load I’m not really into guys anymore, if that makes sense. I’m having a few drinks right now, but I’m not going to be free until at the earliest 1 am.” I told him, not even expecting a response. I went to the bathroom to make sure I was “fresh”, and tried to dry the precum already leaked into my red briefs. Back at my laptop, I had a bunch of new responses from guys to my recent ad. The only one I read was from DC guy. “I’ll be up. I just got checked in a little while ago. I was going to hit up the sex shop and get some lube and stuff, you want to come by the hotel when you’re done? Or I could meet you out?” I quickly replied that I would meet him at his hotel and he fired back with the room number. I logged out and did my best to rush the load out in the studio. Finished a fourth beer and headed uptown to meet the guy from DC. ***** Even after four beers, I was a nervous wreck by the time I was riding up the elevator. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I had to really focus to keep my body from shivering from the adrenaline rushing through me. Thankfully he looked exactly as he described, and his pictures were not old. He was wearing a robe, having just showered but it was loose on top so I could see his toned body. This didn’t settle my nerves, only made the anticipation worse. Him being in his robe meant he was naked underneath and I felt this meant I couldn’t back out, or at the very least I needed to make sure he got his nut. He recognized my nervousness and offered me another drink. I accepted and we just chat for a few minutes while I sipped my drink. It helped me get comfortable. Turns out his name is Bryce. The second I put my empty drink down, Bryce’s hand was on my upper thigh. My dick is instantly hard in my briefs. I’ve done this “hookup” with strangers before and it never gets less awkward for me, I don’t know what he’s into, I don’t know if I should be more aggressive or passive, I don’t know what’s a turn off for him, so I try to just follow his lead. His hand slides up my pants and cups my balls from the outside, I let out a soft moan. He smiles, and his dark blue eyes twinkle. “Let’s go to the bed,” he calmly says. I nod. Kicking my shoes off, he grabs a black grocery bag and pulls out a few items, setting them on the nightstand. He slides his robe off, his muscular back facing me, his ass is meaty and firm. I quickly start to undo my pants and push them down. The drinks hit me hard in this moment and I nearly fell over trying to get them off, twisted around my ankles, I fell-sat on the end of the bed, clumsily pulling the pants inside-out to unshackle my ankles. He turns to me, ripping the plastic safety color off a new little brown bottle with his teeth, spitting it to the ground as he walks over to me. His dick quickly grew to full attention, I swear it was bigger than he said it was, or maybe mine was smaller than I thought either way, it was big, like a baby’s arm holding an apple, now inches from my face as he stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just a pair of red Armani briefs and black ankle socks. I could smell his scent and soap from his shower wafting off his crotch as it was dangling in front of me. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, giving me the look of a man expecting me to put his hard dick in my mouth. I’m not very experienced in oral sex. To be honest, I was always a bit of a germaphobe growing up, so it took me into my late teens to even enjoy kissing (girl or guy), the idea of putting someone's privates in my mouth made me too uncomfortable, didn’t matter the sex. But, I knew I couldn’t expect to receive without giving, so I would do it, but my heart was never in it and I knew they could tell. Thankfully Bryce had just showered and I knew it was as clean as it would get, so I grabbed it with my hand and pulled him into my mouth. With my eyes closed I did my best to suck his dick, I felt my eyes water when he tried to thrust into my throat, I would gag, but thankfully no more than that. After a couple of minutes and one really forceful thrust, I had a panic moment and pulled off his dick, jerking it slowly, covered in my saliva. I wiped the wetness from my eyes and mouth as I jerked him. His hand massaged my head, gently nudging me to continue. So I did. I heard him shaking the little brown bottle as I tried to suck his monster. He opened it and put it under my nose and I had no choice but to breathe it in since his dick was in my mouth. The smell was intense, my head started to spin and my heart started beating faster, suddenly I felt relaxed. He did it to the other nostril, telling me to take a deep breath this time and I did. Holy shit, the rush was amazing. I suddenly felt so slutty, like I really could suck his dick into my throat and I tried. I heard him taking a hit from the bottle as I bobbed on his dick, the subtle moan from him as I got deeper on him, and my saliva really started to flow. He capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed, grabbing the back of my head he started to control the rhythm of my blow job, slower and slower, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Suddenly my nose was buried in his nicely trimmed pubes, his balls hit my chin and I realized I had his entire dick in my mouth and throat and I wasn’t gagging. It excited me, I just let him start to slowly fuck my throat, when I heard him whisper, “I’m close.” I kept going, I had never gotten a guy close before just from oral sex, I let him keep fucking my throat and he said it again, “Fuck, I’m close,” and he pushed a few more thrusts and I felt his body tense, his balls tighten and his cock expand and twitch in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum into my throat. My eyes went wide, and he let loose at least two volleys in my throat and slowly pulled out, another spurt filling the back of my mouth and another on my tongue until his orgasm stopped. I didn’t know what to do, I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, I felt myself swallow what was in my throat instinctively as he nut, the rest that was in my mouth I wanted to spit out, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom sink to spit it out. Coughing cum out of my throat, but there was no getting around it, I swallowed a good amount of Bryce’s cum. I could certainly taste it in my mouth as I swallowed and spit, then rinsed my mouth. Turns out cum doesn’t just rinse out, I had little choice but to let the flavor linger in my mouth. I heard him laugh, “Sorry man, I tried to warn you, when you didn’t pull off I thought you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” He confessed. I wasn’t mad, just a little grossed out, “it’s fine,” I said, wiping my face off, and walking back to where he was on the bed. “Fuck that felt good though,” he smiled a very sexy smile, dimples and all. Still wrapping my mind around what just happened I just agreed with him and picked up my underwear. "Are you leaving?" He asked. Again, I'm not a pro at random hookups, but in my experience, once the top blows his load…it's kinda over. Especially if I'm not already close to blowing my load. He could see the confusion on my face and snatched my briefs from my hand, tossing them across the room to the couch. He pushed me back into the bed, pushing me up so he could climb on the bed between my legs. My dick went from limp to rock hard in 2 seconds flat. He spread my legs wide so he could get a better look at the entire area, then dove into my dick getting it sloppy wet. He didn't struggle at all to take me into his throat, it was impressive and intimidating, but man did it feel good. I could help but moan softly while squirming from the pleasure. He then went down to my balls, sucking each one hard enough that it triggered my pain sensor before he would drop it from his mouth. Licking further down, and instantly blowing my mind, he started to rim my hole. I let out a moan that sounded like "Oh my God" but none of the consonants came out. He took that as a sign to continue lifting my legs to expose my hole for him some more, placing a pillow under my ass. Then diving back in, his tongue pushing into my tight pucker two or three times before he came up for air. "Damn that's a tight hole, you don't get fucked often do you?" I sat up on my elbows, "no, I'm mostly with women," o felt the need to remind him. Though that comment seemed to not register at all. He came up, wiping the wetness off his face his dick now rock hard again next to mine and his soft balls dangling on my hole. Like magic, he had the little brown bottle and was uncapping it for me. I understood the drill now and inhaled deep twice for him. My head started to spin, that rush came over me again. He capped the bottle and headed it to me. He reached for the lube on the nightstand and was pouring a generous amount into his hand. He smeared most of it onto my hole, gently he pushed in a finger, then a second with ease thanks to the poppers and lube. I was just enjoying all the pleasure he was offering up. He started slowly stroking himself, adding lube to his dick and then a little more to the fingers playing with my hole. "Take another hit," he suggested. I wanted that rush, though the last one hasn't worn off yet, but I did as he told me. A quick hit on each side. As he did his cock up and down my crack. "No, you have really inhale," he smiled grabbing the bottle and showing me how he did it. Then he passed it back, giving me a, "go ahead" nod. I took two really big hits this time, I thought I would pass out this time, but man everything felt so good, every little touch was tingling through my body. "There you go," said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack some more. Adding some lube as he paused right at my hole, his tip adding just enough pressure to feel where it opens but not pushing in. He let out a soft moan, "Man I want to fuck this tight ass," he continued to gently hump me so his cock slid up and along my balls. Leaning over me, he felt huge, over me, he leans in and gives me a peck on the lips. Then another and this time I instinctively kissed him back. Wow, he's a really good kisser. His tongue invaded my mouth the way it had my hole only moments ago. His hips were thrusting his cock up and down my crack, I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back as we made out with a passion I've never experienced with a man. I swear my hole slightly opened from the amazing pleasure I was getting from all the ways his body was touching mine, especially his hard dick sliding across my hole. "Mmm, can I stick in you?" He asked then started kissing my neck. "Ummmhmmm," I managed to moan. "Raw?" He whispered into my ear. My horny brain had nearly flatlined, but still had enough sense to say, "mmm, condom." He kept kissing my neck as he reached over to the nightstand, pulling one from the open box and then knocking the box to the floor. He returned to my mouth, and humped me some more, "Let me open you up before I put it on." He broke our kiss and sat on his heels, putting one of my ankles on his muscular shoulders as he maneuvered his dick head to the center of my hole and started to push before I could object. It stung, but my hole gave in quicker than it has in the past. I took in a sharp breath, "Ah, fuck man…just, just a few strokes ok?" I said through grit teeth, trying to relax. "Yeah, like a hundred," he grinned, slowly pushing into me. "Oh, mmmm, no, ugh, like ten," I managed to say. "Twenty and I'll wrap up," he negotiated as he slowly bottomed out inside me. "Ungh…fine, be gentle, I'm not a porn star," I reminded him. "Take another hit, it will help you relax and adjust." He held his dick at the hilt waiting for me. I slid my hands around the bed until I felt the little brown bottle I quickly to two big hits, then he did the same and then held it under my nose for two more. My head spinning, I felt my body give in to his iron-hot dick inside me. He slowly started to pull out, then push back in. "That's it, open up for me," he whispered. I tried to relax, the pain and pleasure of his dick was intense, but the pleasure was so good it almost didn’t matter that it came with the pain. His first few strokes were slow enough it was easy for me to keep count, I wasn’t at first but I was able to pick up at around stroke 6 because that one went a little deeper and brought back that twinge and a little bit of a yelp from me, “ungh, shit, easy, easy,” I whispered. “It’s ok, feel my dick inside you, fuck doesn’t that feel so good,” he gave me another three deep strokes in quick succession. “Mmm, yeah, fuck dude,” my hand stopped pushing on his abs to prevent him from going deeper and I started rubbing my fingers through my hair. He leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t hesitate to accept it this time, moaning on the deepest and hardest stroke yet, somewhere around 14 or 15 I guessed. His tongue deep in my mouth as he moaned into me and I moaned back, wrapping my legs around him as my hands explored his strong back. It felt so good. A few more strokes and I knew we were beyond 20, just to be sure I counted 5 more before I broke our kiss, “ungh, condom, oh fuck,” I felt my hips rocking up into him on his next downstroke. He thrust balls deep and sat up, “fuck, I wasn’t counting,” he laughed, “was that already 20?” He started reaching around the bed looking for the unopened condom, still balls deep in me. “You’re so tight, I would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” he joked, tearing the condom open with his mouth. I was in a fog of pleasure, “nah, just don’t get fucked often,” I said out of breath. He slowly pulled out of me, then tapped his cock on my hole, “felt so good in you raw,” he smiled at me, pulling the condom from it’s wrapper. “Yeah, for me too,” was all I could think to say. He rolled the condom down his shaft, adding a little more lube, then quickly lined back up with my hole and started pushing in slowly. “Unnnnh, fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, so tight,” he pushed my knees up by my head and bottomed out. He started slow but quickly got up to a fucking pace. Alternating between hard and fast and then slow and sensual. His dick was hitting me in all the right spots, so I started jerking myself off best I could with my legs pinned to my chest. It was all too much, he was so sexy and his sex felt so good, I wasn’t going to last too long. After a few minutes he pulled out, “roll over,” he said, helping me onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and sank his dick in one hard thrust. “Ah, fuck, easy man,” I moaned. His arms slipped under mine, gripping my shoulders from underneath so he could pull himself into me with every thrust, “mmm, fuck,” I murmerd. “Yeah, you like this dick in you don’t you?” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “Mmm, yeah, fuck it feels so good,” I could barely speak. He kept fucking me like this for a few more minutes and then pulled out, catching his breath, “fuck I got close,” he laughed, “not ready to cum again yet.” I rolled back onto my back, propping a pillow under my head as he put one under my ass again. I watched him pull the condom off his dick slowly and toss it on the night stand. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Need another one, this one’s done,” he said. Which I didn’t really understand. “It broke?” I asked, slowly stroking my dick. “Yeah, you’re tight,” he said, reaching for the lube again, adding some to his dick. Then using his slick hand to stroke my dick. I let him jerk me off a little and I reached for the poppers. He kept jerking me with one hand and used his other hand to jerk himself with his cock head rubbing my hole. It felt so good. I took a deep hit on one side, then the other. The rush came over me again, fuck everything feels so good. I took over jerking myself, I was determined to cum. He continuted jerking himself off on my hole, adding a little more pressure, then a little more until the head was back in me and my hole clamped onto his dick. Using both hands to spread my legs while he pushed just the tip in and out of my hole. “Mmmm, fuck that feels good,” I moaned. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah,” I breathlessly and furiously jerked my dick and flexed my hole. “Want me to give you a few more raw strokes?” he asked. I opened my eyes, still stroking my dick, “I don’t know man.” “Just like, ten more, I’ll count them out and then I’ll put on another condom to finish,” he promised. I didn’t say anything and he slowly pushed his dick all the way in and we both moaned at the pleasure of the raw sex. He bottomed out and then slowly pulled out. Pushing back in he counted, “mmm, one.” I moaned, spreading my legs and beating my dick as his cock slide across my prostate, “mmm.” “Two…ungh,” he pushed deep and my ass clenched as he hit that button inside me. “Ungh, fuck, I’m getting close man,” I warned him. “Three,” he went in harder and faster. I felt myself start to boil over, every thrust bringing me closer to liftoff, “oh fuck.” “Four,” he thrust. I clenched my ass on his thrust and he hit my prostate hard, “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he thrust, harder and deeper. “Oh fuck,” my toes curled as he spread my legs and thrust harder and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I nearly shouted as my body convulsed and my ass clenched on his cock as it thrust into me again, “ungh,” I moaned and my balls tightened. He thrust harder into me again, “uhhh,” I groaned as the first blast shot out onto my chest, he thrust and the second shot out even harder, then another thrust and I felt the rest of my cum spurt out and pool in my belly button. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. He held there, deep in me as I caught my breath. “Fuck that felt good,” I said out of breath as my orgasm subsided and I became keenly aware that his huge dick was still balls deep in me. Like a switch flipped and what was the most amazing feeling in the world was now trending towards painful. He slowly started to pull out and then thrust back into me, “ow, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s five,” he grinned. “Are you close?” I asked, pushing on his abs again He thrust again, “Six.” He held there, “getting there, going to take longer when I put the condom back though.” He thrust hard, “Seven.” I clenched my teeth, “ungh, fuck dude.” “Eight,” he thrust a little deeper, my ass clenching on his dick. “I’m not sure I can take much more,” I was struggling and it seemed like his dick was only getting bigger. He thrust a little more gently, “ungh, Nine…do you want me to pull out and put a condom on?” He thrust again, “Ten.” “Ungh, fuck,” I pushed on his abs, “I don’t know dude, I think you need to pull out.” He handed me the poppers, “try these.” I quickly took two deep hits and that rush came back over me, it definitely helped. He saw it hit me and started to thrust again, one, two more, then a third. I was pushing on his abs still, “wait, a condom.” “Ok, yeah, but you’ll still let me finish right? I’m close now but I won’t be with the condom on, you know how it is,” he thrust into me again. “How close?” I asked as he kept thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Mmm, fuck dude, it feels so good like this, I’ll cum quick if you let me,” He leaned down, smearing my cum between us as he kissed me and thrust hard into me. “Fuck, ok, just hurry, and don’t cum in me,” I mumbled. He kissed my neck and held my hips, I wrapped my arms around me as he started to fuck me faster and faster. It still hurt but I didn’t want to punk out and make him jerk off, so I just held on and let him use my hole. “Fuck you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear. Curling his body into me with every thrust. “Are you, ungh, are you close?” I asked again. Trying not to ruin his concentration and delay his orgasm. “Mmm, yeah, getting there,” he kept his steady rhythm, thrusting hard into me. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “I need you to hurry.” I clenched and tried to relax, though thankfully his precum was adding lube to my hole with every thrust, but it wasn't enough to make it feel good. “Ok, mmm, but you gotta let me nut in you,” he moaned in my ear. “What?” I asked. “I’m gonna hurry, but please let me cum in you, it feels so good,” he thrust harder and deeper, a little off rhythm. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “fine, just hurry, ungh,” his thrusting was really digging deep. Another minute of fucking me sensually, “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close,” he kissed me. I moaned, I felt his dick starting to swell, his thrust getting shorter but deeper. “I’m about to cum,” he said then continued to kiss me. A few more erratic thrusts, he broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes, “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” one hard deep thrust and I felt his dick twitch and the warmth of his hot load erupting inside me, a second thrust smearing it around and unloading more boiling cum as lube for another and another thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned. His orgasm felt so good I couldn’t help but moan with him, “Oh fuck, mmm,” I held on tight to him without thinking, my legs warped around him, pulling him into me as his dick continued to spasm inside me and his body clenched and unclenched a few more times. “Oh my God,” he breathlessly lay on top of me. We both caught our breath, just laying there in orgasmic bliss. His cum lubed my hole so nicely that the pain I was feeling instantly disappeared and his last few thrust felt so good, it blew my mind. Not two minutes ago I wanted nothing more than for him to pull out, but now I wanted him to stay inside me. His cock deflated though and slowly the tightness of my ass pushed him out. He rolled off of me, both of us covered in my cum, his cum dripping out of my ass. “I need a quick shower before I go,” I told him. “Yeah, no problem,” he pointed to the closed bathroom door. I slowly and awkwardly got up, as though my body was broken and nothing quite worked the way it had before he fucked me. I took a quick shower, rinsing the cum off of me. He lay naked on the bed, watching me as I got dressed quickly but trying not to look like I was getting dressed as quickly as possible. “I’m going to be here all weekend if you want to go again,” he broke the silence. “Yeah, maybe, I don’t really do this often,” I tried to be noncommittal. Truth is I had no intention of doing this again, it was hot, but now that it was over I had no interest in sex with any guy. Which was an issue I had to work out over the next couple of years on my own. My subway ride home was long and uncomfortable. I was sure everyone on the train knew I just let a guy I just met, a stranger fuck me and shoot his load into me, a load that was still slowly leaking into my underwear. I got home around 5 am and passed out pretty quickly. The next morning I checked my email, there were dozens of new responses to the listing that I forgot I had posted, one email from Bryce. “He, last night was awesome. I’m so glad we got to meet up, really glad that you let me get those first few strokes in raw, though the last few raw strokes were even better! I hope we can do it again before I leave, if not I’ll hit you up the next time I’m in the city. I can tell you felt weird about letting me nut in you but don’t worry, I got a check-up before coming to town and everything came back negative. I’ll email you the results for your own piece of mind when I get back. Let me know if you’re in the mood to get fucked again, I’ll obviously wear a condom the entire time if that gets me back inside you. Hope to see you again, Bryce.”

**Note - this story continues from the Lockdown Project, over in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION ** Sarah took up my offer to help her unload the rest of the stuff from the van. She explained that her fiancé was going to be there but a work call had meant he'd actually had to go into the office rather than work from home as was the new "normal". I didn't bother to change out of my running shorts and singlet. She seemed to like them, judging by the discreet glances she was giving me when she thought I wasn't looking, and that suited me fine. There really wasn't that much stuff and we soon had it all upstairs and into Jake's old flat. It was still a hot day, for the time of year and when we were done Sarah invited me in for a drink. "What can I get you?" "A cold beer would go down nicely, if you have one". She grabbed me a fancy lager from the fridge and we both sat down on the only piece of furniture, a small two seater sofa. I sat there with my legs splayed, taking up most of the space as she started to tell me about herself and her other half, Josh. She worked as a designer but was furloughed and didn't expect to go back to her job. Her other half was a computer game designer and they'd been together for eight years (I guessed she was about 25, which would make them university sweethearts, most likely). They were trying for a baby, had been for three years now, she thought that this was the month but hadn't told Josh yet, in case. They had been renting somewhere they couldn't afford... ..."and then we got this place, when Josh's brother died. It was so sad, not that I knew him as they never spoke to each other, didn't even acknowledge each other. They say when twins fall out it's pretty severe, don't they?" I'd been taking in her cute boyish looks, mousy short hair, cute button nose and pale skin. My ears pricked up at this news though. "Yeh, I guess so. They were identical twins?" "Yep, though I never even knew about him until we heard the news". I felt blood rushing to my cock at this news, thinking about how cute Josh must be. I let her ramble on as I thought back to Jake's cute little body and how my fertile cock had eaten him alive. "?!!" Sarah had stopped talking. She was staring at my cock. Two inches of which were now fully free of my runners. My PA shining as a dribble of pre ran down it. "Lick it" "?" "Lick it" She hesitated, but only for a second and then leaned over, delicately lapping at the heavy metal in my cock and lapping up my potent pre. I shifted round to give better access and she was soon sucking on my swollen head, which filled her mouth. As she crouched between my thighs, I sat up a little and reached round her, my hand sliding inside her jogging bottoms and into her underwear. My big finger was soon parting her shaven lips and feeling her wetness inside. She was trying to take more of me in her mouth but it was clear that wasn't going to happen without some force on my part and I didn't want to scare her at this point. Instead, I pulled her up to my face and began kissing her deeply as my cock dribbled over her still clothed crotch. "let's go to your bedroom" "I can't...Josh.." "I won't tell him. You already said he's out all day" "um...but you are so big" I didn't blush, just scooped her up and carried her through to the bedroom, stripping her bottom half as we went. Once I'd dumped her on the bed I stripped off completely. She got the message and shucked her t shirt revealing her little breasts (no bra required). Then I was on her, pushing her into the bed beneath me, letting her feel my size and strength, letting my cock probe its target. She squirmed under me... "mmm, you feel so big" "bigger than Josh?" "your cock head is bigger than his whole dick" "fuck, and this maggot has knocked you up?", I sat back and touched her firm little tummy, my cock sitting lazily on her labia "I think so..." I slapped her lips with my weapon, letting my PA slip through her fleshy embrace. "Gonna let me in?" "if you put a condom on" "aww, spoil sport...thought you were already knocked up?". I squished her opening under my cock head, letting my pre lube her up a bit "I only think I am". She was rummaging through the bedside draw and quickly grabbed a durex which she passed to me I gave her my sad face but ripped open the packet and rolled it onto my rod. The standard size jonny came about halfway down my cock once my PA and girth were taken into account. "Got any lube?" She rooted through the drawer but without luck. I spotted her little tub of vaseline and smeared a big dollop just inside her opening, she squirmed with the cold feeling of it. I grabbed hold of her feet, holding her ankles in one hand and pushing her legs in the air as I worked the latex eating lube into her and then over my bull cock before lining it up with her and quickly filling her with several inches of cock head. She was tight, if not virginal, and groaning around my girth and I rested there while she enjoyed the fullness. After a while I lowered her feet a little and slowly let her impale on me, She was even tighter as I got deeper in so I took it really slowly so that she would love the sensations that she was feeling. Some minutes later I was about two thirds in but bottoming out, the condom safely inside her. This only happens with women - with guys, you can always go deeper but with a women, there's only so far you can go. Her cervix was almost a solid wall, I pushed against it but it only caused both of us discomfort. I changed my angle slightly, rubbing up and down that internal barrier, keeping up a little pressure. I could feel her lubing up in there and then a slight deepening as my PA found her cervix, before pulling out to give her a little break. I let her feet go, so that I could lie on her in the missionary, kissing her deeply as I let my hips pump my shaft in and out and pinning her to the bed with my weight. Gradually building up the pace and never pulling all the way out. I instructed her to tense on the out stroke and in no time the rubber was just snagged on my cock head. Although it was too tight to fall off, the bare shaft felt so much better in her and I started asking her how I felt compared to her runt of a fiancé. Clearly, I felt a hell of a lot better as she was getting seriously worked up, squirting round my cock as I ploughed her receptive furrow. My mind flipped to Josh's weak neg sperm that had somehow swam deep into her from it's lowly starting point and, even less likely, was maybe now in the process of passing on his inferior genetics to her. I knew from experience that my own load, delivered right to her gate, would certainly do the job, if it wasn't too late. I envisaged my own seed bursting in, killing off Josh's and taking its rightful place to produce a big poz baby in this delicious little fuckee, getting myself worked up in the process so that I was now hammering into this little chick without a care. As I was doing so, Sarah began to build up to another climax and I once again probed her inner wall. This time it felt different. The rubber had shredded. My PA rubbed against the cervix, poking in through the narrow slit - it felt like a pulling, snagging sensation on my dick and I knew exactly where I was. I had slowed right down, on the very edge of orgasm... "oh baby...I'm gonna cum, plant my seed in you" "mmmmm....yes...please....fuck me" My cock swelled and flexed as her legs gripped me tightly and my poz tadpoles were launched straight into their target,. So deep, I knew she wouldn't feel them, besides, she was just coming down from her own climax....

Today was a beautiful day outdoors but I was indoors allday and night. This morning I deep douched my hole then hopped online advertising for tops to come fill it.... By 1pm I'd had my first load from a 22 Yr old... It was 4pm before I got the next.... A regular young man who breeds me popped in at 7pm and loved fucking my cummy hole as it leaked out down my inner thighs.... I then got 2 load at 9.30pm and it's still in me as I type..... Another top popped in an hour a go... 48 well hung.... He churned all the loads together in me adding his own, zipped up n left... Productive day... Its now 2am...time to sleep as I'm up 6am for work.

1) Pregnancy risks 2) Societal expectations/mores/norms/repression 3) Parental control 4) They’re also a little more particular than guys because of people like YOU, @SouthAsianGuy . BTW, vaginal anatomy is NOT as accommodating as anal anatomy. There’s no way you can get your whole arm into the former.

There was a software upgrade today. I've noticed the changes too and am hoping it's just a CSS caching issue. If it persists tomorrow I'll look into it further.

I want to date a cumdump. If you identify as a ho/slut/whore/cumpig/cumdump, HMU

I miss Craigslist. I remember meeting guys on there at 17, and finally at 18, I lost my virginity to this slutty latin bottom with nipple piercings. We played safe at the time, however, it was the first time I got to rim a hole and I became addicted from there. 🤤🐽

Hello, I hear all these Bottoms saying that it's there responsibility to receive his seed and they worship him. That's not the case for me. When I am horny and wanting dick I don't care what's driving the dick. All I want is his First load deposited balls deep inside me. After that I get a warm (almost hot) feeling deep inside me and then an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. When that passes all I want is more, more, more. Then if the top can get it up again he can put the remaining loads anywhere he wants to for as long as he can. After that I am done with him. I don't give him a second thought. This is an absolutely true statement.

Club Hamilton isn't the same as the TO clubs... it's not as busy. But like any club, there are some good times to be had if the place is full. Lots of cocksuckers around and lots of guys fucking raw.

Fags? You must be a troll.

I'm with you @KylerIsTrash 100%

I used to have some amateur content on pornhub that was all removed when the great purge happened, but I still have some of the videos. There have been quite a few times on grindr that I have been chatting with a guy and after I share my videos they tell me that they used to wank off to them on pornhub 😊😊. Makes me feel like a good slut.

I too can tell you once that lust takes over he can get what he wants from me.

today, all i want for my birthday (besides big booty hoes) is a new chapter!! such an amazingly hot story. love eroticas, and very rarely find ones that keep me as engaged as this. so looking forward to more!!

No, only the one known as "Lady Graham" who is known, and has been photographed with both porn and sex workers. I am sick and tired of people saying "oh no he doesn't", because in fact , he does. If BZ member want to believe that Lindsay Graham doesn't hire men for sex, go right ahead. I, FOR A FACT, know he does. I am just waiting for the Secret Service or members of the US Department of Justice knock on my door. Glad my I Phone still can produce reasonable facsimiles of "Lady Graham". Enough said....

I figure that he's (L.G.) waiting until retirement (one way or the other) to do what he can to stem the tide of rampant homophobia that seems to be overtaking his political party. It wouldn't surprise me at all if some of the worst of the gay-haters in the R party are, in fact, gay as a gaggle of geese. (how was that for dose of alliteration?) Frankly, it's as much tragic as anything else, that a gay man hitched his financial / career wagon to such an odious entity as the R party. Just ask the diddler-of-the-wrestling-team a couple of states north of S.C. That one's emotional health has been completely corrupted, stunted, shut-down. Point: When some measure of personal freedom is denied, there's always a price to be paid - individually, as a member of some group, or some other construct. Living a lie always corrupts the soul.

Part 16 Robert gave me his wide grin when he saw me in the doorway naked. (I'd looked through the peephole to make sure it was him before I opened the door.) “Damn, baby,” he said. “Looks like you're ready for me.” Then looking into my black dilated pupils he chuckled and added, “Yeah, looks like you're ready for sure.” He walked in and I quickly closed and locked the door behind him. Before I had turned all the way back around he grabbed me from behind and wrapping his arms around me turned my head back towards him and put his lips against mine and shoved his thick tongue into my mouth. I moaned against his lips and felt my cock reach full hardness at once. Finally ending the kiss he slid an arm around my waist and turned toward the bed where Greg was still sitting on Chad's hard raw cock. From the look on both of their faces they were not disappointed at all with seeing the sexy man who had just joined us. And they hadn't even seen him naked yet! Robert squeezed one of my asscheeks and whistled. “I was expecting just you and your little brother. But one more works for me. They're both hot as hell! Who's who?” I quickly made the introductions, explaining how Greg was an unexpected addition to the night, and telling Robert that Chad and I had both fucked him already. “And,” I said with a gleam in my eye, “Greg's married too. Just like me.” I knew Robert would like that. And he did. “Fucking hot!” he said. “Two hot sexy white married cheaters and one horny young twis*ed fucker into incest.” He eyed all three of us and asked if we wanted to take a few minutes to get acquainted first or if we were ready to get our orgy started. Chad, high as fuck already from the booze and drugs, and always the eager pig, didn't hesitate, saying, “We can get acquainted while we fuck and suck each other!” Robert laughed and looking at me said, “He's as sleazy as you told me!” “Even sleazier since I got him smoking tina earlier tonight,” I answered with a wide grin. “So fucking sweet,” he said giving me a quick kiss. “Guess I better get naked and join in the fun.” As he stepped away from me to get undressed I was surprised and turned on at the same time to see Greg raise up off of Chad's cock and quickly get off the bed and come over to Robert. “Let me help you,” he said huskily, and took hold of the bottom of Robert's tee shirt and pulled it up and over his head. “Mmmmm,” Greg moaned in appreciation at the hard muscled black body, and immediately started running his hands across Robert's flesh. Not wanting to be left out I'm sure, Chad walked over to Robert and Greg and dropping to his knees wasted no time unsnapping and unzipping his shorts, yanking them down to his feet. Robert was commando so as soon as his shorts were pulled down his huge black tool was poking into my little brother's face. With a deep growl Chad opened his mouth and started working to get as much of Robert's thickness into his mouth as he could. While Chad and Greg worked over Robert's naked chocolate flesh I grabbed the pipe and lighter and offered them to Robert. He looked at how I had the bowl full and said, “Looks like you remember what I taught you,” then flicked the lighter. As he inhaled I stared into his eyes and whispered, “Yeah, I remember everything you taught me and showed me.” Blowing out his first cloud he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. “Everything?” he asked. “Hell yeah!” I answered. “All of it!” Grinning, he took another big hit from the pipe and asked, “Do these fuckers know?” Chad and Greg were both on their knees now sharing the enormous cock between their lips. I was sure they weren't paying attention to our conversation but I still whispered as I answered Robert. “All they know so far is how you got me into doing meth and that it made me want your cock like fucking crazy!” “And everything I had to give you from my cock, right?”, he asked with a lewd growl. “Hell yes!” I answered. He blew out another cloud, kissed me and said, “I guess we'll find out if they want it as bad as you do.” He pulled on Chad's head to get his attention. “Why don't you get behind me and eat my hole, man? Let me see if you're as good at it as your big brother is.” He winked at me and I felt my heart beat increase. I knew that wasn't all Robert wanted to find out. Chad quickly scrambled on his knees and situated himself behind Robert. “Hot fucking ass!” he breathed as he grabbed Robert's hard globes and kneaded them. Leaning forward he ran his lips and tongue across the muscled cheeks as I watched him in anticipation. Suddenly, I saw his body stiffen and then he pulled back from Robert's ass. He looked at me with a face full of different emotions. Then he said to Robert while his eyes were still locked on mine, “Nice tattoo, dude. Does that mean what I think it means?” I knew he had seen Robert's scorpion tattoo and apparently knew what it meant. (to be continued)

It was last night on the way home from work. Oakleigh to Glen Iris for those playing in Australia. A grindr buddy i hadn’t met was finally available and able to host. On his profile he’s in his late 60s with a big grey beard and from the pics looked unkempt and out of shape. I didn’t care so long as i had a hole to unload in. I turned up at his single storey house, walked in to find a trim in shape smooth mature guy. Nice bloke and so so friendly. He dutifully goes to work on my cock and i reach to his arse to feel him out. I ask if he’s lubed up and he says no. This i like as I never like to use too much lube.. much prefer grippage or the option to add more if needed. Following and awesome BJ, i direct him to go doggy on the bed. I line up on his arse and with just a lil lube on my tip I push and gently work my way in. TBH I expected a loose arse esp given his age and that he’s been gay his whole life. But instead it’s one of the tightest arses i’ve been in for a v long time. All of a sudden i need to concentrate to not cum too quickly! I go nice and deep in long strokes to try and open him up a little and (with some poppers) this seems to work. Once i’ve gained composure, i push him down flat on the bed and then start to properly dominate and fuck him. I love slamming into an arse when flat on a bed as i can simply concentrate on building up to my orgasm and focus on using the hole for its intended purpose.. He tells me to do what i need to do so i pick up the pace “find my spot” and plant it deep as i cum. I let it set for a few moments.. knowiing that i’m a dribbler. Then slowly pull out squeezing my cock as i go. The btm lays there, doesn’t get up so as to not disturb the load. I get up, get dressed then go back the car and drive home to my wife and kids. Lovely.

Mike and Josh meet up the next morning around 10 in the hotel gym. They exchanged stories of their conquests the night before. Josh put 3 loads in the married chicks pussy just the same number of poz loads Mike put in that neg hole. Josh knew Mike was a gifter and thought it was hot he liked knocking up men as much as Josh liked impregnating women. Josh even played wing man for him a time or two. As the went up to the locker room and change they notice a hot latin twunk type guy in the steam room. They both stripped naked and went into the steam room. With their meat hanging out and a towel over their shoulder. They had tagged a few guys before. Josh always unloading in the lucky bottoms throat while Mike bred their ass. Josh was straight and only fucked pussy, but had the view a throat was a throat. Plus men have better head. They purposely sat so the twunk could see their meat. Josh had a solid 7.5 inch and thick dick. Soft it was about 3.5 in and thick. Mikes monster was also prominent. As they talked Mike could tell the twunk was watching their dicks. He purposely started adjusting with his balls which fluffed his dick to about half hard. The twink eyes were glued the hole time. Finally after about 5 minutes, Mike said to the twunk “if your going to stare at it get on your knees and suck it boy!” True twunk was in his knees in a flash licking Mikes balls and shaft. Then sucking it his piz dick deep. The twunk was amazing deep throating Mike massive schlong. Josh stroked himself hard as he watch the twunk choke on his friends meat. “Suck his dick boy while I eat your bussy.” Mike instructed the twunk. He had Josh’s thick meat in his throat and ass in the air in seconds. Mike ate that tight brown lightly hoary hole as he heard the twunk moan around Josh’s dick. After getting the hole wet enough to get his poz dick in he nodded at Josh to indicate it was fucking time. In a rapid move Mike stood up and forced his massive toxic dick balls deep in the raw brown twunk boy pussy in one push. Josh held the twunk head down on his cock as he tried to pull away while Mike held him still, impaled on his poz dick. Within a few seconds the twunk calmed and started to moan again on Josh’s dick as he started to move his hips on Mikes cock. Mike started to meet the twunks movement thrust for thrust. The sound of the trunk moaning in the dick, the thwapping of the thrusts, and the dirty talk of Josh telling the boy to take that raw dick all were music to Mike’s ears. After about 7-8 mins of fucking the twunk’s hole tightened and his cum sprayed on the steam room floor. Mike moaned and blew his toxic cum in the twunk’s now gaped hole. “Fuck yes boy take my babies! I am knocking you up!” He moaned as he flooded the twunk with his high virals load. Josh moaned hard and filled the twunks throat with his cum. Mike and Josh removed their dicks from the twunk, picked up their towels, and headed to the shower. Not saying a word the the twunk now on the bench breathing heavy from being worked over by two hung studs. They showered and got dressed not seeing the twunk again as they walked out of the locker room. As they went back to their rooms they high-fived at the door and Josh congratulated Mike in another poz son. They agreed to change and go see the sights for a bit before their shift that night. Day 2 and second hole seed with his toxic cum!

Happy birthday! Hope you have a fun weekend of good stogies and great sex!

Chapter 32: Pig Fest We headed to Fantasyland and Marc was horny as hell. As soon as we got there, he wanted seeded, and he got more than that! We headed directly to the restroom, but the only time we went into a stall was to retrieve a roll of toilet paper which we shoved in his mouth as a gag, before putting him on the sink to breed him. Anyone who came in was invited ro piss on him, and everyone did. After both my dads and i seeded him, we headed back for the pig fest. Marc was put on a leash and led back to the crabin, completely naked, soaked in piss and plugged with our three loads in. The Pig Fest was amazing! Everyone there had a great time. There was fisting, fucking and felching. Someone even brought a fuck machine, which I tried for the first time after I had several loads in me. Marc took 2 more of our loads there. My real dad wanted to add another to him, but Marc would have to wait until we got back to our cabin for that. In fact he told us he wanted both of my dad's in him together. Why hadn't I thought of that? He already had me and my step dad in him together. After they planted 2 more loads in Marc, totalling seventeen, he said he wanted me and my real dad in him together. I have to give it to my real dad. For an older guy, he could have several back to back sessions. Loads 18 and 19 went in, and we were all spent. We decided to hang on the porch naked some and just relax. I told Marc it was kind of ironic that he had taken 19 loads, which was our age when we started experimenting. He smiled and said we aren't done yet are we? I said probably for the night, butt there was always tomorrow. We headed inside, and simply got in bed and made out some. Talked about the weekend and how great it has been. The three of us had a nice romantic time. Sure the sex was great, but we told Marc we had likely accomplished what we had hoped to. I saw a side of Marc I'd never seen before. Up until now, he had been a poz seeking pig, but now he was very romantic. He told me that he loved me, and was so happy that he decided to let me be the one to gift him. I reminded him i had some help from my two dads. And he said yes, but your real dad infected your step dad, who infected you. I said true, but I'm sure there are still some other strains you've collected in their loads. At first I thought Marc was angling for 2 more loads, but he wasn't. He did get two more, however in his mouth. It was actually by my suggestion and not his. I told him I knew his ass had to be quite sore, so we'd give it a rest for the night, but a good blow job always helped me to sleep much better.

I've always wanted a top to do this to lube me up, don't bother even telling me... I get the kink totally, and have been looking for places to harvest them myself. 🤤

41st bday coming up on the 18th. I'm on vacation...I'll shoot for 41 loads on my vacation. Anyone wanna help? Hamilton - Toronto ish

I don't know why my comment has been downvoted by someone, but I quite simply meant that PrEP is the first option to come to mind, if the obsession to bareback becomes reality and continues, whilst still very much wanting to remain HIV-.

The Boots. No dancing, more fucking.

I've always had a thing for older men. I don't know if I like 70 and older, but it depends on the man. Some are more attractive than anyone in their 20s. It started in high school when I had a crush on one of my teachers. I used to dream of him cornering me in the classroom, locking the doors, and bending me over the desks. Secretly, I wanted him to be my first. I'd say another 5-10 other older men fit into this category throughout my teenage years and into college. I'm not sure why this specific attraction exists, but it does. There are several men on BZ that fall into the category of "older" who are incredibly hot and I'd be lucky to meet. If you've read my "From Pastor to Pozzed Hole" story, you see the attraction in Dominic.

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

I would love to be at the beck and call of a young stud. I get so hard when sucking a fully loaded erection. Don't you just love the feeling when he erupts?

The Intern Part 9 It was 9:32 p.m. and Kellen stood naked in front of his mirror. He had spent the better part of the last two hours making sure he was ready for his evening with James Thomas. Despite the borderline abuse he had received in his boss’ office, he kept going back to two moments that made him forgive the physicality: Their first kiss and the way James ran his finger along his naked body, with him eventually gently holding his chin. He felt wanted, desired, something he had never felt with any other sexual partner before. Yeah, James was a little rough with him, but it felt more right than wrong. And here he was, styling his hair for the 9thtime after changing outfits for the 8th. Kellen had no idea what to expect of the evening, but he wanted it, needed it. From the minute he left the Landis Institute it was as if a sexual awakening had occurred and he yearned for more, whatever that meant. Over the next hour Kellen checked and re-checked the estimated time it would take his Lyft to get from his place to DuPont Circle: 14 minutes. So at 10:40 Kellen requested his ride and at just after 10:56 p.m. Kellen stood in front James’ home and waited until it was exactly 11:00 p.m. He debated on whether he should knock or ring the bell and decided on the bell. *Ding - dong* He waited. And waited. And waited. It was now 11:06 p.m. Kellen leaned to his left and tried seeing through the window shades. And although the lights were on, he observed no movement. “Should I ring it again?” he thought. But after considering it for just a moment, he decided against it. Although he didn’t really know too much about James Thomas, he knew he was a man who did things his own way, and not wanting to possibly annoy or bother him, Kellen took a seat on the front steps and waited. Kellen checked his phone. It was 11:12 p.m. He sighed a heavy sigh and thought that maybe this was all too good to be true (a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him this was a good thing; he didn’t need to be here in the first place, especially after being expertly back-handed earlier in the day.) Though it was still hot and slightly humid, Kellen decided he’d walk back to his place and get to know the neighborhood. No sooner than he stood did the front door swing open. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” James barked at the boy. Kellen turned, surprised. “Umm, nowhere, Sir. I was just stretching my legs.” James stood in the door frame, backlit from the foyer lighting wearing only a pair of dark green gym shorts. He was somewhere between wiry and muscly. Every muscle seemed defined, but just so. He had a very light coat of dark hair that tapered down from this chest to a treasure trail. Kellen couldn’t take his eyes of this perfect looking specimen. James observed the effect he was having on Kellen and considered the kid’s answer to his question. “Get up here.” Kellen bounded up the steps and stood directly in front of James, proud of how quick and obedient he had been. James smiled, disarming the kid and went in as if to reward him with a kiss, a kiss the kid so desperately wanted. Kellen was more than pleased and wanted nothing more than to kiss this man in front of him. But instead of kissing him, James leaned into his left ear and at the same time grabbed a handful of the kid’s cock through his pants and squeezed hard and whispered, “If you ever fucking lie to me again, it will be the last thing you ever do.” He squeezed harder. Kellen yelped and tried backing away, but James held tight and continued the menacing whisper, “You’re nothing. You suck dick like a goddamned amateur and then you have the balls to lie to my face all while running up my steps like a fucking retarded puppy. Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You. Are?” James released the boy and walked into his house, leaving Kellen on the front porch, front door wide open. It was like déjà vu. Kellen felt as if he was reliving his first interaction with James. But although he had felt just and dejected and more worthless than before, he followed James into his house and quietly closed the door behind him. James’ home was nothing like James himself. The inside was bright, warm and welcoming. Hardwood floors colored of deep brown contrasted by bright walls decorated with subtle, yet inviting art. Trying to absorb as much detail as possible. Past the foyer and deeper into the house, Kellen noticed the deep brown of the banister that complimented the stairs that matched the hardwood floors. He took a few steps forward to see where the stairs ended but was brought back to reality. “In here, boy.” Kellen turned to his left and walked into what must have been the living room and quickly became self-conscious. Sitting on the large couch was James, flanked by two other impressive looking men. On the right was a man who looked tall, even when sitting down. Like James, this man was wearing only a pair of shorts. Kellen noticed the brown hair on his arms and legs, not too much, not too little, just right, but his chest and abdomen were completely hairless. Does this dude have an 8-pack, Kellen thought? This man was an Adonis. Where James was lithe, this man was all power and muscle. Kellen looked him over and he could have sworn the Adonis winked at him. On the left was an equally as imposing man, but he was definitely of Latin decent. He was in shorts and tank top, but the only visible hair, other than the shaggy black mop on his head was a neatly trimmed black goatee. While not as solid and built as the Adonis, this Latin God was no slouch and his various tattoos only complimented his physique. The Latin God flicked a torch and brought a long glass pipe, with rounded end up to his sensuous lips and held the flame just below the rounded end of the pipe and gently rolled it back and forth. “This,” James motioning to the Latin God, “is Roland.” Roland released a large plume of white smoke. It seemed quite impossible that such a large cloud was held in a single pair of lungs. “You party, faggot?” Roland asked. James answered for him. “He does. Don’t you, faggot?” Kellen wasn’t sure what to say, but decided it was best to agree with James. “Yes, Sir.” James flashed a smile that made Kellen melt just a little bit more. But despite what he had just said, Kellen had not so much as smoked a cigarette in his entire life. He drank booze, yes, but that was the extent of what he partook in. He’d seen his classmates smoke pot and do lines of coke, but this odd pipe was new to him. “Atta boy. I’m glad we are on the same page,” James said, taking the pipe from Roland, repeating the same motions and producing a cloud as equally as large. “I heard you were late today, boy. Is that true?” the words coming from the Adonis, who had taken the pipe from James and followed suit. Click. Hiss. Inhale. Exhale. With a combination of the three large clouds dissipating in front of him, Kellen considered the question. “Did James tell these guys I was late? What the hell?” he thought to himself, but knew he had to answer, both quickly and truthfully. “Yes, Sir. I was late.” Kellen glanced at James, then at Roland. Both men were staring right back at him. “Come here. Come stand right in front of me. Let me see if what James said was correct.” Kellen took a half-dozen steps forward and stood before the Adonis. Kellen was close enough to him that he was practically between his well-defined legs. He reached forward and ran his hands up the kid’s thighs, over his hands then up the forearms to his slight biceps before he stood up, causing Kellen to step back just a bit. This Adonis was a giant. 6’4” and all muscle, Kellen couldn’t help but inhale deeply. This was a man’s man. The towering figure then held Kellen’s chin with his fingertips. But with James, who was gentle, this man was assertive and firm as he tipped the kid’s head back to make sure their eyes were locked. “Being late is unacceptable,” He stepped closer, running one hand through Kellen’s hair, coming to rest on his shoulder. “But nothing on this earth makes me happier than punishing faggots like you the best way I know how.” Kellen physically shuddered. His touch. His words. His smell. His presence. All this built on the sensations he experienced with James in his office only hours before. But this man, this Man was more than anything Kellen had ever experienced. He knew, then and there, he was heading down a path that would change him forever. “Pipe.” The Adonis demanded. Without looking he extended his hand left, waiting for the pipe to be placed in it. “Open up.” Kellen obliged as the thin, odd pipe was placed to his lips. Inwardly, he began to panic. I can’t be doing this, he said to himself. But yet, the man had a power over him that he was more than happy to submit to, even if that meant ingesting drugs for the first time in his young life. Kellen reached up to hold the pipe but was cut short. “You just stay still, boy. I’ll do most of the work for now. You just do as your told and enjoy it, okay?” Arms to his side, pipe held to his lips, Kellen made eye contact and gave a slight nod. “Good boy. When I say so, you just act like you’re sipping your favorite drink through a new kind of straw,” the Adonis’ voice lowered. “And don’t you fucking dare stop or exhale until I say so.” The kid understood that this man and James were cut from the same cloth, and Roland too, probably. Click. Hiss. Kellen felt the man twist the pipe slightly left, then right. Left, then right. The faintest wisp of smoke began to escape an opening at the rounded end of the pipe. Left, then right. “Go. Slow and easy,” he commanded. Kellen followed this man’s orders as best as he could. He inhaled and inhaled and inhaled until he felt like he was running out of breath. The Adonis studied the boy as he inhaled. He knew he couldn’t push him too hard. Pain and pleasure were inexplicably linked, and no other substance like Tina helped bridge the two in the most perfect way possible. This kid was going to experience the pain, but the pleasure would be his reward. “Stop.” He withdrew the pipe. “Hold it in.” He brought the pipe to his own lips and expertly hit it, exhaling directly in Kellen’s face, which was turning red, eyes slightly bulging. “Exhale, faggot.” Kellen’s plume was nowhere as large as those of the three men he saw before, but he was proud that he was able to follow directions. He looked up at the Man expectantly, but it was Roland who chimed in. “Fucking weak. I hear you can’t even suck dick, and now I see you can’t even hit a pipe. James was right, you’re useless.” Roland stood and removed his tank top, revealing a sculpted body, covered in tattoos, eyes wild. He stepped up to Kellen, and moved behind him, sandwhiching the kid. One hand snaked its way under the front of his shirt and found his left nipple and pinched it. Anticipating some sort of noise from the kid, his left hand covered his mouth, muffling the objection. “Look at him,” Roland said, pinching harder. “You know who that is, right?” Kellen shook his head as best as he could, feeling Roland’s hand release his nipple and move over to the right, repeating the same painful action. James, still on the couch, stood and grabbed Kellen’s right hand, and lifted it toward the Adonis. “Say hello to Montgomery Landis, faggot.” Montgomery met Kellen’s hand with his own and shook his hand. But what started out as a normal handshake, turned into a vice-grip that seemed intent on crushing every bone in his hand. Kellen fell to his knees, hand still being crushed by Montgomery, when it finally clicked. Landis. The Landis Institute. The Adonis before him was THE Montgomery Landis. Both James and Roland laughed as Kellen struggled through the pain, “Argg,” was all the boy could muster before Montgomery finally let go, Twice in one day his hands were the target of intense pain. These Men were definitely cut from the same, sadistic cloth. “Look at me,” Montgomery said. Kellen, left hand massaging the right, looked up and was rewarded with a wad of spit that landed in the crook of his right eye. “Pain and pleasure, faggot,” he squatted down and reached for Kellen’s right hand, “are one in the same.” Even squatting, he towered over Kellen. Although the pain was less than before, it was still very much present as Montgomery gently pulled it forward and kissed the aching palm, kissing down the middle three fingers until he reached the tips. With his lips on the tips, Montgomery looked Kellen in the eye and began to open his mouth and gently sucked and licked them, watching Kellen’s eyes experience the sensation of pain turning to pleasure. There was a slight *clink to Kellen’s right as Montgomery released his hand and all three men made their way back to the couch. “Light up, faggot. You’re going to hit that fucking pipe until you blow a cloud we are all satisfied with." It was James who said this, while tweaking his nipples, wicked grin on display. Kellen fumbled with the lighter due to his aching hand and brought the pipe to his lips as he saw the three men begin to stroke their cocks through the shorts. He was theirs, and he knew it.

Newest staff member part 2 Training “That’s everything.” The younger Riley said, after setting down the last of three duffle bags on the floor of the small guest bedroom located in the basement of the older man’s house. Mr. Marx, as he had told the boy to call him, was surprised that Riley didn’t have more stuff, but remembering his less than spectacular background, he figured the boy was lucky to leave with as much as he did. “Well, now that you’re moved in,” Mr. Marx aid, motioning for the boy to follow him. “Perhaps you’d like a tour of the premises while I explain your duties?” “Sounds awesome!” Riley responded, practically bouncing around the house as his new host/employer showed him the rest of his large estate. The young man was sufficiently impressed by the amazing décor and expansive size of the house, making comments like “wow” and “holy shit” each time Marx opened a door to reveal yet another bedroom, or bathroom or even just the occasional closet. He was told he was welcome in every room of the house except one: the basement “store room.” In actuality the store room was really a small dungeon Marx had built with a sling, giant tv, shelves and shelves full of leather and other fun sex toys and costumes and some very well hidden cameras (just like those he’d installed in the boy’s bedroom and bathroom). Eventually he knew he’d end up letting the kid see what was in the dungeon, but not until his indoctrination was well under way. In the mean time he couldn’t have the boy snooping around and accidentally getting scarred off. As Marx expected, the explanation of the boy’s duties around the house and grounds were going in one ear and out the other as long as the two of them were looking around, so he was glad he had thought ahead to have them printed up for the young man to go over later once they were through with the tour. He didn’t expect the boy to be so excited by the site of his pool and hot tub that he found himself listening his pleas for the two of them to jump in right that minute. Unable to say no to the beaming boyish smile and begging eyes, he nodded yes and before he could say “lets change into our suits and meet back here,” the boy had already slid off his shirt and pushed his shorts down to his ankles and jumped in wearing only the tightest old pair of white briefs that Marx had ever seen. Not one to stand on ceremony, Marx shed his shirt and khakis and followed suit, doing a cannonball in just the black bikini briefs he’d worn to help hold down his dick in case it got hard (which was a constant threat around such a handsome young stud). The two Rileys swam and splashed for almost an hour before they hopped out in order to take a rest in the hot tub, giving Riley Marx an opportunity to get a peek at Riley Dawson’s bulge in his soaked, thus see-through, white undies. Just as the photos from his friend’s account hinted, there was nary a hair anywhere on the boy from the neck down, except for a whisp under each arm and a slight, blondish treasure trail, leading to a heavy cut dick, which was gently tucked down the right side of the briefs, over two, perfectly peachy orbs. His own man sized meat was stiffening rapidly at the sight of the boy’s bulge, not to mention the almost impossibly perky bubble butt pressed in the rear of the briefs, and Marx thanked his lucky stars that his own underwear choice gave him some discretion as he sank into the hot water and started the jets. “As much fun as that was Mr. Dawson,” Marx began, once he was sure the bubbles were thick enough that the boy couldn’t see him readjust his cock below the water. “I’m afraid I can’t have you taking swims in such skimpy attire.” The young man looked confused as he climbed carefully over the side and sat on the edge, submerging only his calves and feet, leaving his crotch at eye level with the older man. “Skimpy what?” Riley asked, kicking his legs lazily as he put a towel around his shoulders and arms, making Marx notice his farmer’s tan for the first time. “Attire.” Marx repeated, tearing his eyes from the boy’s meat and forcing himself to look the young man in the eyes. Catching the still lost look on his 18-year-old smooth face, he realized the boy had no idea what he meant, so he continued. “What I mean is, if you’re going to swim in the pool or take a dip in the outdoor hot tub, you need to wear a bathing suit. Even with the distance between my house and the edge of the property and my 8 foot tall privacy fence, I still have neighbors who’s second floor windows look over my property and I can’t have them glancing over here and catching you in those tiny, transparent briefs. It might give them the wrong idea, understand?” “Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” The boy said, looking down and finally realizing just how transparent his underwear had become. Blushing red from his cheeks down to his toes, he slid slowly into the tub until he was covered up to his chin. “I didn’t realize. Please don’t kick me out sir, I promise I’ll be more careful!” “I’m not going to fire you Mr. Dawson.” Marx said, hoping to stop the tears that had formed in the boy’s eyes before he began truly crying. Obviously the kid was used to stern and sudden punishment for any infraction on the rules, and while that might come in handy in the bedroom, he had no desire to make the boy cry over something as stupid and inconsequential as swimwear. “All I ask is that you wear a swim suit, no need to get upset.” “Anything you say” Riley swore, quite serious and still on the verge of crying. This assurance made Marx’ cock expand in his briefs, and he thanked his luck again for the color and the bubbles that kept him concealed. His dirty mind was picturing all sorts of nasty deeds included in “anything he said” as he slid over next to the boy and patted him on the back to make him feel better. He only came back to reality as the boy’s soft post-pubescent baritone continued to speak. “The thing is Mr. Marx…The thing is Sir, I…I don’t have a, uh…” “Yes?” Marx leaned in closer to hear, using it as an excuse to put his arm around the young man and pull him closer. “I don’t own a swimsuit.” Riley Dawson admitted, swallowing hard as he finished and turning his ashamed gaze to meet Riley Marx. The older man was tempted to kiss the sweet strawberry-red lips of his new house-boy, but held back in order to hear an explanation, which he finally got after a stern-voiced inquiry. In an avalanche of words, the boy repeated the tale of his hard childhood and how he had to share anything he had with his siblings, both older and younger. As it turned out, he was the smallest guy in his family, so any hand me downs where too big for him until the same time his younger brother could wear them, which meant he had to share, and since his younger bro was more popular and a better swimmer, he inherited his older brother’s swimsuit, and all Riley got was an old speedo his dad had worn when he was on the high school swim team back in the nineties. Once he told his family he was moving out and going to school, his brothers and dad went through his stuff and took anything they deemed to be theirs, which included most of his underwear, nice clothing and even the old speedo. To his ever-growing embarrassment, he admitted that most of the stuff in his duffle bags was worn-out, too small, torn or stained, and he was hoping to spend his first pay check to get more clothing so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. When he was all done, he turned back to Marx with a look on his face that seemed to say ‘you can fire me now.’ Instead the older man pulled his young friend into a hug and squeezed tight as he expressed sympathy and admitted that he, too, had once been broke and also hailed from a large family that mistreated and ignored him. He went on to confide how he’d found a job with a wealthy man in his tiny town and worked hard and a few years later got his GED and eventually graduated from college and became a recruiter with the company who employed him now. “…And after years on the road building a solid work force and training young men like you how to become professional tech-execs, I am finally being promoted to full partner in a few weeks, and will be able to work from my home office a few hours each day making almost half a million each year for the rest of my life, and that’s after taxes!” “That’s amazing dude! I mean, Mr. Marx, sir!” Riley said, smiling as the weight of his own past seemed to slowly lift off his muscular lily-white shoulders. Had he heard the whole story, including how the wealthy man from the small town had whored Marx’ ass out to help him raise the money for college, or what he had to do in order to get the job (involving some video cameras, leather chaps and hoods, roofies, and a dozen men from the company’s board of directors), chances are that young Riley Dawson wouldn’t have been so quick to accept the older man’s guarantee that it would all work out. Luckily, Marx had a plan to slowly introduce these elements to the boy in such a way that by the time the kid enrolled in classes next semester, he’d be in too deep to walk away. “How about we make a deal?” Marx said, changing the subject back to what the boy would wear while at the house. “You wear the polo and khaki shorts you wore to the interview or anything that will keep you covered and somewhat professional looking while working, and when I get back next Friday from my final recruiting trip, we will go shopping for some nice clothes and a swim suit all your own, on me. Seems only fair, since I am requiring a uniform, I should pay for it.” “Seriously?!?!” Riley beamed. “Seriously.” Marx agreed, beaming just as big from watching the kid’s reaction. “Consider it a signing bonus. And until then, you can use the hot tub in the poolhouse if you want to take a dip, no suit required!” “Thank you so much sir!” Riley shouted, throwing his arms around the older man. Marx was once again semi-hard at the thought of watching the kid try on clothes, and the added contact of the slippery kid pressed against him was only making matters worse. He was about to pull away before the boy noticed, when he felt something poking him in the stomach, and leaned in to make sure he wasn’t wrong about what it was. Sure enough the kid was rock hard in his tighty whiteys and throbbing as he hugged his new benefactor. “Wow, you really are a grateful boy, aren’t you?” Marx said softly, hitting the button to turn off the jets and rocking his hips just enough that their two erections met under water and sent a jolt up each mans’ spine. Embarrassed once more, the teen shot backwards to the opposite side of the tub while spouting apologies and lame explanations until Marx smile and put the boy at ease. “Don’t worry, it was just a reaction to the warm jets, mine got hard too.” “It did?” Riley asked, looking down while keeping his hands firmly pressed over his own turgid cock. “Yep, natural reaction when you combine human contact and warm bubbles, see?” taking a huge chance, Riley Marx made sure he was facing away from the one neighbor who could see his hot tub from their upstairs windows, then lifted himself up until his slightly-less-stiff, underwear-clad dick broke the surface of the water. He held himself there for a few seconds, enjoying the wondrous look in the teen’s eyes as he took in every inch of the man’s semi-erect penis, pushing out the side of black calvin klein bikini briefs. Marx knew that he was at least an inch short of full 9 inch length at this point, but even so his cock was quite impressive. Once he knew the teen had a good long look, he sank back under the water and smiled nonchalantly as if he showed his hard cock to other guys all the time. “Holy shit Sir!” Riley said, a little too loudly, before realizing why Marx had faced the direction he had when he stood up, and moving back next to the man, then continuing in a whispery, half voice. “That thing is huge, must be twice the size of mine.” “I don’t believe that Riley,” Marx said, trying to build the boy’s confidence and downplay the fact he’d practically just flashed the straight teen. “Young stud like you? I bet you’re at least 7 inches.” “I wish!” Riley said, blushing again. This back and forth continued for a few minutes until finally the teen looked back and forth over his shoulder and unceremoniously stood up with his hands on his hips. Riley Marx had to hold in a gasp as the young erection broke the surface of the water and practically glowed as it stretched the waistband of the too-small briefs from the skin of the boy wearing them. He failed to keep the gasp in when Riley Dawson took one more look around and slid the elastic under his balls leaving his hard-on and perfect teen testes bouncing in the breeze. If it was smaller than 7 inches, it wasn’t by much. Marx had seen and held a lot of hard cocks in his 43 years on this earth, since the wealthy man’s dick all the way back when he was just a teen boy himself, and he could estimate thickness and size without much more than a passing glance. In the 20-30 seconds the teen stood exposed in the center of the hottub, marx managed to memorize every vein and shadow, each curve of the head and balls, every whispy blond hair (all 14 of them on the sack, and two or three dozen in the small patch above the cock base). This dick was perfect in every way, and if he could be sure the neighbors weren’t watching, he’d have reached out and taken it down his throat right then and there. Instead he watched and memorized as the teen recovered himself and sank back into the tub, claiming victory in his insistence he wasn’t yet 7 inches with a firm “Told ya…Sir.” “Yes you did Riley, yes you did.” Marx lifted his jaw up from where it had fallen almost to his feet and suggested they get out and head inside. Choosing to dry off in the poolhouse, they talked about random things like pool-cleaning procedure and expected duties until Riley Dawson asked about the second floor of the poolhouse. “That’s my office,” Marx said, returning to his professional voice. “Only I go up there unless I have a client over, understand?” “So it’s like the store room in the basement sir?” the boy asked, innocently. “Not exactly,” Marx corrected him. “The store room is…personal. I may let you see it someday soon, once we know each other better, but my office is my business space. It is extremely important that no one be in there without me, since sensitive and confidential work files are kept on the server in there, understand?” “Yes Sir, Mr. Marx.” Riley Dawson said, smiling as he did a little salute, looking adorable in his somewhat-dry briefs and a towel thrown over his shoulder. As he turned to pull on his street clothes, Mr. Marx handed him a robe and told him they’d toss their clothes in the washer and head inside. With almost inhuman lust, he watched the teen as he slid the briefs from under the robe and put them with his shorts and shirt in the metal basin in the washing machine just off the mudroom of the pool house. As the boy collected his shoes, he missed the older man slide the briefs into his robe pocket before adding his own clothing and starting the load. While the two Rileys made their way inside for dinner, the younger continued with questions about his duties, referring to the older man again and again as “Mr. Marx” or “Sir.” “You know after all we shared this afternoon,” Riley Marx interjected between questions. “It seems bizarre to have you calling me ‘Mr. Marx’ or ‘sir’ all the time.” “I know, but you said not to call you Riley” The teen reminded him. “Especially in front of your guests or neighbors, since it might seem inappropriate.” “You’re right about that Kid,” Marx said, handing the boy some take-out menus to choose from, since he wouldn’t expect the boy to be able to cook for him until he’d trained him. “Do you have any nicknames? Or a middle name?” the younger Riley asked, while deciding on pizza. “Not really,” the older man said, booting up the pizza app on his phone and putting in an order. “In school I was Ry-Guy, but that’s a little too familiar. Same with my middle name, Andrew.” “I know!” Riley spouted excitedly, as he set the table for the two of them. “How about your initials? R.A.M….I could call you RAM!” “That sounds…perfect,” Marx, aka RAM, smiled, his cock getting hard again at the double entendre of the new nickname. “Just make sure you still call me Sir in front of any guests unless I tell you otherwise okay kid?” “Yes sir, RAM, sir.” Riley Dawson smiled for a moment, before something else crossed his mind and he frowned once more. “But what will you call me? After all you can’t refer to me as Riley cause people would wonder why we have the same name.” “Well as far as anyone knows you are my nephew so it’s not too weird,” RAM replied. But as he caught the disappointed look on his young charge’s face, he gave in once more. “I guess you’re right about that too, so what should I call you? Robert?” “No way RAM sir,” Riley insisted. “That name just make me think of my father. My middle name is Ian, so you could call me by my initials: R.I.D. RID!” “Nah, sounds too much like bugspray,” RAM thought out loud. “You could go by Ry-Guy or Ry or Riles or Rino or Ian or Dawson or pretty much whatever name you want kid.” “That’s it!” Riley said, as enthusiastic as before. “What? Dawson?” RAM asked the boy while secretly watching his sweet ass bend over the table to fill the glasses with water. “No, KID!” Riley said, turning and sprinting back over to RAM, unaware that his speed caused his robe to open, leaving him standing nude in front of RAM as he explained himself. “You’ve been calling me Kid all day and that’s what my Uncle Jesse used to call me before he moved away, probably cause he couldn’t remember which nephew I was, but still! No one would ever doubt an uncle calling his nephew kid, and when some nosey neighbor asks us who I am, I can pretend like I hate it and remind you ‘I’m not a kid anymore sir!’ It’s perfect!” RAM was so caught up enjoying the boy’s bouncing cock and balls he’d have agreed to anything right that second, so they sealed it with a hug. Riley Marx, 43 yr old business man would be RAM sir, and Riley Dawson, 18 yr old struggling student and soon-to-be seduced stud would be Kid. That night, after they donned some shorts so the delivery guy wouldn’t freak, the two men smoked a little weed from a big bong (once RAM convinced the kid that it was cool and wouldn’t get him fired), then downed a whole extra-large pizza and 3 glasses of jack and coke a piece. Finally around midnight, they found themselves passing the bong back and forth as RAM showed Kid how to work all the remotes in his home theatre, and watching some b-movie with ridiculous physical humor and as much nudity as RAM thought Kid could handle. They shared some more confessions about their pasts, laughed a lot, and concealed the stiff rods they each threw in their skimpy shorts. When the movie ended, RAM turned off the giant tv screen, and they left to go to their separate rooms, but not before the kid threw his arms around his benefactor and thanked him again for letting him move in, helping him save for school, etc. etc. “Seriously Mr. Mar- I mean Ram sir,” the kid almost cried again now, but tears of happiness and relief, so Ram felt no need to stop him. “I don’t know what I would do if you hadn’t offered to help me like this. If I can do anything to repay you, anything at all, just tell me and I will do it.” “Just do the job for now kid,” Ram replied, happy to feel the kid was semi-hard again. “That’s all you need to do…for now.” After leaving the kid in the basement, RAM silently dashed out to the pool house and climbed the stairs to his office. Punching in his 6 digit code and inserting the key from around his neck, he let himself in and hit the switch on the wall. One overhead light turned on, casting the large room in a soft, yellow glow. On a far wall, the over-sized bed sat in rubber sheets, an empty leather cuff at each corner, with three cameras trained on it. Each camera was attached to a tv screen across the room at the desk. Those three sat above another three screens, six in all, which held security cam views on the left and the right, with the bottom-center screen revealing a normal PC desktop. Sitting at the Desk, RAM typed in a password and clicked on an unnamed icon in the bottom corner of the screen. Like magic, the lights over the bed went off, the cameras turned off and all but the desktop screens changed from their previous shots and filled with new images. On the top left: a shot of the kid’s bedroom from the webcam on the desktop computer at the desk, showing the desk chair, room view and good angle on the full bed in the far corner. Top middle: a hidden cam in the light fixture directly over his bed. Top right: a view from a camera hidden behind the mirror in the corner furthest from the bed, showing the rest of the room, including the old weight bench and mirrored closet doors angled to show the rest of the room. Bottom left: a hidden camera from the mirror in his bathroom, giving a nice wide angle view of his locker room style shower (all three heads), toilet, urinal troff long enough for two or three guys at once and double sinks. Bottom right: switchable camera view from over each shower head, as well as direct shots over each drain in the urinal and even a shot from the vent over the toilet to get standing/sitting views on the john. RAM pulled out his glass bubble, torch and a bag of tina as he scrolled through some alternate shots on the center screen including two views in the sauna, two views of the steam room, one view from inside the walk-in closet, one from the laundry room, one view from above the bathtub off the bathroom, and cameras down the hall, in the theatre, on the stairs, a bunch from the home gym and all 10 different cams from the “store room.” He chose to ignore the outdoor cams, main floor cameras, and second floor cameras, scrolling back until he found what he was looking for. The shot from inside the walk-in closet showed the kid sitting on the floor, going through his three duffle bags, unpacking, as it were. It looked to RAM as though the kid was taking each item of clothing and deciding what to keep, what to wash, and what to get rid of. The pile of stuff to get rid of was obviously the biggest and now all the kid had was a new pack of white socks (still in the plastic with a receipt stuck to the adhesive strip keeping them shut), his wrinkled polo shirt, two white wifebeaters, a short-sleeved light blue oxford, a pair of black slacks with a tear at the knee, a pair of blue jeans with some work-out spots, a pair of jean cut-offs, small white rolled fabric that RAM guessed to be more briefs, one pair of well used, but very clean white tennis shoes, and one pair of well-worn but freshly shined black wingtips that looked about two sizes too small for the kid. Combined with the shirt, shorts and (unbeknownst to the kid) “borrowed” briefs in the pool house laundry, and the robe he was once again wearing, and that was all the kid owned…or so RAM thought. As he lit his torch and took a hit from the pipe, he watched as the boy unzipped the third duffle bag. RAM assumed this would contain sheets or towels or something like that, since he hadn’t told the kid he’d be providing those for him until the kid showed up that afternoon. As he expected, out came a stained, crusty looking old towel, but unexpectedly, it unrolled in the kid’s hands, revealing a small gym bag with the name of a local high school. From inside the bag, which seemed to have a busted zipper, the kid pulled an unidentifiable spandex garment, a balled up white cotton piece, a crappy weed pipe, an old zippo lighter, a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant spray, a comb, and a bar of soap. Last item from the bag was what looked like a lanyard with something on the end that seemed familiar but was too small to recognize without seeing it on one of the better cams. As luck would have it, the kid decided to ball up all of the stuff and walk to the bathroom. Once under the lights and HD cams in the bathroom, RAM realized the thing on the end was a small camera. From the looks of it, the camera was an older model gopro, far more expensive even after the newer models came out, than this kid could possibly afford. He was so invested in imagining how he got the camera and what he filmed with it, he almost missed it as the kid dumped the toiletries on the counter and walked out the door between the urinals and the showers, making his way down a small hall past the sauna and steam room and walking into the well-lit gym. As RAM watched, bug-eyed, the kid tossed off his robe and the thin cotton plaid boxers he wore when the pizza arrived, and reached for the clothes he’d found in his gym bag. First the white cotton bundle turned out to be a dirty, disgusting old safeTgaurd brand jockstrap, obviously not originally belonging to the kid, as it was almost too big around the waist, and the pouch was so well worn that it barely contained his package. Second was the spandex mystery outfit. As the kid began to step into the legs, RAM forgot his massive hardon begging for attention, and felt some betrayal. “He said he didn’t have a swimsuit!” He accused out loud to his empty office, while watching the teen pull the spandex up his baby-fat-covered thigh muscles. His anger melted away as the spandex stretched further up until it passed the waist line for any normal bathing suit and kept going. Suddenly some straps appeared and began stretching over the kid’s smooth chest and it dawned on RAM that what he thought was a swimsuit was nothing of the sort. There was no doubt as the kid finished dressing himself that what RAM assumed was a bathing suit or speedo was really something much more fun: a regulation high school wrestling singlet. Emblazoned across the chest was the same high school crest from the gym bag, it reflected the bright gym lights against the schools colors that made up each inch of the garment. Forest Green, black and white from the mid-thigh up to the perfectly framed boy-bulge, around each low-cut arm hole, and tightening sharply as each strap crossed the hairless pecs, shoulders and wound down his chisled back steadily-shrinking to the tiny waist. The only fabric that seemed stressed by the part that it covered was the butt, where the kid’s ample cheeks strained the bright green spandex, turning it into a lighter, more pastel green when he bent or flexed. As the teen began his work out, RAM placed the briefs he’d stolen over his nose, and began to jerk while he took a couple big hits from his pipe, filling the air full of tina clouds, strained through the thin white cotton from the briefs. Imagining the teen’s tight ass sliding down onto his huge organ sent him over the edge and he shot his massive load all over himself. Once his breathing returned to normal, he wiped the cum up with the tighty whiteys and thought to himself ‘when I get back next weekend, I will ruin that teen ass!’