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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.

As my profile mentions that I used to be picky and it's true....and I never got a piece of ass! I learned when and where to be picky and not to be picky. All I can say is when I'm at the bathhouse, orgy, reststop, or any thousand places men go to fuck..I purposely lower my pretenses of what a guy should look like cause if I didn't I wouldn't get to play...and that's the point of going to places like that...to fuck! Because of this, I've topped some really great guys and some just happened to not be my type! We all have had great time and left feeling good.

Hooked up earlier with a college guy who was vers- very cute twink. He said he would fuck me if I did him in return- I don’t often top but didn’t want to miss out. He asked for bare and didn’t mention status. Wow he had stamina and stretched my hole and spasmed lots. It was then my turn but I didn’t last long with his twink smooth Asian body. After he asked my status and I hesitated as assumed he was on PREP. I was honest and said I was poz and his face lit up and he said he found out he converted a month ago after the fuck flu previously. We swapped another load each but am sure he gave me the better recharge. We are meeting up over the weekend. So unexpected.

Part 30 We both lay there panting, covered in sweat. I could feel Jeremy's hardness buried deep inside me where he'd rammed it before breeding me. I squeezed my ass muscles around my son's thickness, eliciting a soft, sensuous moan from between his parted lips. Running my hands across his sweaty torso I played with his pointed nips and felt him squirm beneath me and flex his raw meat in my sloppy hole. He might not have had the finesse and experience in fucking but this was by far the hottest fuck of all the ones I'd had today. Because it was my own son's cock that had fucked me and bred me. My body and brain were shuddering in dirty dark delight as I relished what had just happened. Then I heard Jeremy's voice, a soft but urgent whisper. “Dad, you gotta get off my dick now. Please. I feel like I'm about to piss like a fucking horse!” My eyes lit up hearing that and I knew exactly what he was feeling – and I knew exactly what I wanted from him at that moment. I looked at Drew who recognized the look on my face and he chuckled. “Piss in your dad's ass, Jer,” he told my son. “Trust me, he wants it. He loves chem piss in his ass!” “For fucking real?!!” he exclaimed. In answer I clenched my hole around his cock again, hoping he'd understand my silent response. Apparently he did. “So fucking nasty!” he groaned, then, “here it comes dad. Pissing in your hot cum-filled hole! Ah yeahhhhh!! Fuuuuccckkkkk!!!” I instantly felt the warmth of his urine entering my ass, mixing with all the cum and piss already there. I was about to scream in per*erse pleasure when suddenly Ryan was shoving his thick cock in my mouth stifling my groans so all Jeremy could hear was my muffled moans. “Fill him up, Jer,” I heard Drew encouraging him. “Mix your piss with your cum and make your dad even higher and hornier before he fucks you!” As Jeremy continued emptying his bladder in my ass, without warning I felt Ryan's cock jerk in my mouth once then felt the heat of his piss filling my mouth, covering my tongue then sliding down my throat! Though I'd had piss shot in my ass earlier at the park I hadn't had any in my mouth. But rather than feeling any disgust at all I began gulping down his warm tangy chem-filled piss like it was something I did all the time. Ryan pulled his dick from between my lips giving me a twis*ed grin as I became aware that Jeremy had finished peeing in my fuck hole. “So, so fucking hot, Dad!” he whispered. I had to agree. Placing my hands on Jeremy's shoulders I slowly raised myself off of his beautiful dick. It was still hard and covered in cum, piss and ass juices. Throwing a devilish grin at the three studs surrounding the bed I lowered my head and took Jeremy's cock deep inside my mouth. He bucked upward, shoving his shaft even deeper into my throat. “Oh fuck yeah dad!! Oh gawwwdddd!! Yeah, dad! Clean my dick for me. Get everything you can off of it! Oh fuck yesssss!!!” I slurped noisily and greedily on my boy's wet tool until I was satisfied I hadn't missed a drop of anything. Once again I heard Drew's voice, taking charge and ready to move things to the next stage. “Fucking your dad's ass was great wasn't it guy?” he asked my son while he once again made eye contact with me. “It was fucking incredible!” Jeremy answered hotly. “So,” Drew continued, “are you ready for your dad to fuck you now and give you his cum? The cum that made you?” I was biting my hand to keep quiet as Drew's nasty words made all of us in the room moan. “Oh yes!” Jeremy cried out loudly. “Please, dad. Please fuck me and cum in me! Please!!!” Giving me a dark lust-filled look Drew ran a hand across Jeremy's naked flesh. “That's what he wanted to hear. So let's do it.” He paused, then stroking Jeremy's cock told him to stay where he was, laying on his back, telling him his dad was going to get between his legs and fuck him in that position. Motioning me forward on the bed I nudged Jeremy's legs open wider and positioned myself, letting the slick head of my bare cock gently touch my son's twitching wet twice-fucked hole, causing my whole body to shudder. I knew I was not going to fuck him long before cumming in him. I was just too excited to last more than a few strokes. Then Ryan was speaking, talking to Jeremy. “That's your dad's cockhead on your asslips, bro. Can you feel it?” In a trembling voice filled with need Jeremy answered and said, “Oh hell yeah! It feels good. Can't wait to have it pushing inside me!” Looking at me and licking his lips Ryan told Jeremy, “Yeah, bro. You're gonna love it. He fucked me earlier today and shot a huge fucking load in me! He's gonna give you a big one too”. Moaning, Jeremy squirmed beneath me trying to get me to penetrate him. I was more than ready, but I knew I would wait for Drew to tell me when. I looked up at him and silently mouthed “Please!”. “In just a minute, Jer” he said softly while nodding at Kevin. “First though, how about we give you and your dad both a slam then have him fuck you?” I looked at Drew wide-eyed. I hadn't expected this but if it meant getting inside my boy's ass then I was willing. (to be continued)

My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.

It's a combination of things for me, really. First, it feels more immediate and real without any barrier. Second, and this of course varies with your (i) status and (ii) use (or not) of PrEP, but there's fun in risk, it heightens sensation and elevates the stakes in a thrilling way. Third, I like feeling the load being shot into me, and I love the feeling as it sloshes around and slowly tries to leak out. Fourth, I like that the top, after nutting in my guts, can go in and eat my hole out and I can make out with him and taste my fresh load. It's not the penetration that is fundamentally different (yeah it feels a bit different and I prefer the feeling of skin but that's not the end-all-be-all for me), it's everything else that is getting bred, that you don't get when there's a rubber in the way.

Lunch time fun! I just went to a deli to get a sandwich and was online waiting to pay. Felt a tap on my shoulder turned around and saw I guy i played with a few months ago. We both smiled and he said want to go to my place to eat that? I said i have about an hour. Got to his place and was close by. As soon as I got there we walked in and he said go to the shower i now have an attachment. I stripped and saw the hose on the shower and got a good cleaning. I got out and didn't see him he called me from the bedroom. I saw him standing there naked and hard and said get on all fours on the bed and get that ass to me. I did and felt a tongue on my hole then deep. Heard him breathing heavy then was given a bottle to sniff then felt very hot lube the he rubbed on my hole with then felt him slip is cock in. Then he said your my cunt as he pushed in deep and hard i fell flat on the bed as he got on top and thrusted for a while. He pumped so hard and fast i said slowdown so you dont cum fast but too late he moaned load and felt him explode as he laid on me catching his breath. He then got up turned me over a sucked me with fingers in me digging around my dripping hole and found my prostate it was an insense feeling and my cock exploded in his mouth and I almost passed out from it. He laid back and said lets eat. So naked we both went to the kitchen and ate our lunch. My seat had cum on it when i got up to dress and leave.

I got blindfolded and put my ass up for men from Sniffies and BBRT to use last night. I got 5 hot loads from 4 guys, didn’t see their faces. First was quick and efficient, dumped his load and left. Second guy’s dick felt way bigger than I was expecting from his picture. He opened my hole up deep and then flooded my guts. Third guy had a thick head that I could feel pushing in and pulling out of my hole. I licked his thick cock clean and he grew harder and asked if I wanted another load. Of course I did 😈. The last guy was younger, tall and slim with a big cock. He fucked my wet hole for a while until he shot his big load deep.

They are Thursday 10am to Sunday at midnight. I just spent 16 hours there +/-. Had to check out unfortunately cus I should prolly be responsible and do the real life bullshit.

Another good insemination vid. My hole puckers thinking of being bred by all those throbbing pulsing cocks and balls, pumping their seed deep into me. [think before following links] https://ge.xhamster.com/videos/39-pulsating-cocks-xhIoPjM

It is just natural for me. I don’t know anything different. It’s how I have sex. Feeling a man release in me is perfection.

Chapter 19: Deep Breaths About six weeks after Daniel had rediscovered his family, he and Laszlo were sitting at the sun-splashed dinette table in their apartment, enjoying a special breakfast of cinnamon-raisin French toast which Laszlo had whipped up, along with bacon and fresh fruit. Although the sun was bright, the air outside was cool and crisp, the kind of cool air which spoke of the coming of winter. As they were eating, Laszlo suddenly said, “I’m tired of being stuck at home working all the time, in between photo gigs. We’re all caught up on work, and it’s a clear day. Let’s go for a drive. I have a favourite place I’d like to show you.” “Okay, Laszlo, you drive, then.” “Deal.” Half an hour later, they were on their way, making their way north and east, and eventually onto the Angeles Crest highway. As the road climbed higher and higher into the mountains, they were treated to spectacular views of the city from high above. The combined smog and sea mist which so often obscured the views in warmer weather was completely missing. Eventually, Laszlo pulled into a roadside pullout area by a trail marker and parked there. As they got out of the car, he asked, “Have you ever been here, Daniel?” “Not right up here on the Angeles Crest, no. We did a shoot once at a backer’s house in one of the canyons, in the house and out around the pool and hot tub, but that was much lower down.” Laszlo led the way down the trail. It snaked along the side of a sizable hill, and then wound around to the south side. From this vantage point, the view was spectacular, across the multiple canyons and down into the city. The road was out of sight, and it was quiet and peaceful. There might not have been anyone around for miles. “What an incredible view.” “I’m glad you like it, Daniel. I always love it up here, especially on mornings during the week when it’s usually quiet. I need this peace and quiet regularly, but especially right at this moment.” Daniel turned and looked enquiringly at him – and then his eyes grew like saucers as Laszlo went down on one knee. “Daniel, I think it’s time for us to take Maile’s idea and run with it. We committed to each other on that beautiful night when we met again, and over and over since then, and now I would like us to tell the whole world that this is who we are – not just business associates behind, or in front of, a camera, but a couple, a team, a family in our own right. Daniel Nakamura, I love you. Will you marry me?” He held out the ring, the engraved decoration on it flashing in the sunlight as he turned it around. “Laszlo…” Daniel took a deep breath and started again. “Laszlo, I was just about to ask you.” “No! Not really!” For answer, Daniel drew a small box out of his pocket. Laszlo gaped at it. “I don’t believe this!” “Trust me, Laszlo, it gets worse.” Daniel prised open the box to reveal a ring, a perfect twin of the one Laszlo was holding out to him. With that, as Laszlo leaped to his feet, they both erupted into endless gales of laughter. At last they recovered enough for Daniel to wipe his streaming eyes and say, “Well, my dear Laszlo, we’ve done it again – getting ourselves on the same wavelength. Come on, let’s kneel down facing each other right here.” They knelt, each of them said, “I will,” and they slid the rings onto each other’s fingers at the same moment. Then they stood, kissed each other, and turned to face the city, their arms around each other, feeling both literally and figuratively that they were standing on top of the world. Eventually, they heard the voices of other walkers, and turned to walk back to the car, greeting the new arrivals as they went. As they drove back down the mountain and through the city, they talked endlessly about wedding plans: possible dates, possible venues (only one, of course), who to invite (the immediate world), and more. By the time they pulled back into the parking area of the building, Laszlo figured they’d covered pretty much all of it. Just as he switched the car off, Daniel suddenly laid a hand on his arm with a gasp. “Laszlo! We’ve forgotten something huge, and we have to deal with it before we can go ahead!” “What? What have we forgotten?” “Laszlo, who’s going to be OUR photographer and videographer?” Laszlo took one more second for the awful truth to strike home, and then they were engulfed in paroxysms of laughter once again. “That was something mighty obvious for two experts in the field to forget!” They spent some time taking some sunset engagement photos that evening, out on their balcony – shots of the two hands with the identical rings, full photos of the two of them hugging and kissing with the rings showing in front, and photos of them toasting each other with champagne flutes the golden wine glowing in the sunset light – and then shared them, not on their business-related social media, but in emails with their friends. To that list, they had now added the email addresses and phone numbers of Malia, Maile, and Darren. Of course, it took no time at all for the congratulation messages to start pouring in. Chief among them was the simple but significant message from Uncle Ken: “Congratulations on your wonderful news – so happy for you both. Should you wish to hold the wedding here, we will hold Chalet # 3 and the Rainbow Room open on all available dates, through end of 2024, pending notification of your preferred date. Please advise me ASAP.” “Daniel, did you see that message from Uncle Ken? Wow. Just… wow!” “Pretty incredible. Laszlo, that man really loves us almost as much as if we were his sons.” “Very true. And the feeling is mutual.” “It certainly is.” “What’s the Rainbow Room like, Daniel? Have you seen it?” “I went to one party there, years ago, when I was a teenager. It’s a function room, with a vaulted roof, upstairs above the restaurant, with tall panoramic windows facing the waterfall and the ocean. Terrace outside with an outdoor bar and tiki torches all around, they’ll light those at sundown. And the waterfall is floodlit in the evening. We might even be able to have dinner on the terrace, depending on how many guests we have. Should be okay for us… adequate anyway, I hope.” He winked at Laszlo. “I guess we’re going to have to get married at FourWinds, then. Can’t let down our Uncle Ken.” “Just have to swallow our disappointment and roll with it, to keep the poor guy happy.” They looked at each other seriously, for one split second, and then dissolved again into helpless fits of the giggles. After they’d held a quick consultation over the calendar, Daniel messaged Ken back by text. Would love to come for week of November 27 to December 4, 2024, with wedding on Saturday, November 30. Please confirm if this is OK at your end – and thank you so much. Love, D&L. The reply came less than five minutes later. All dates confirmed, no problems. Block of guest rooms to be held as well once you have your guest list confirmed. Will send details of deadlines for catering, etc., by email later. Glad to be able to help you. Much love, Uncle Ken. Fifteen minutes later, the kissing session which ensued was interrupted by the chime on Laszlo’s phone – an email on their company account. Time to get back to work. The months seemed to fly by, with a steady stream of photo/video gigs keeping them busy. Along the way, though, they managed to block off two weeks to spend in Kauai. It gave them a chance to hang out with the surfers again, and Rodrigo even agreed to take Laszlo over to one of the calmer beaches to give him a starter course in riding the waves. Daniel felt certain from Rodrigo’s facial expression that one of them, maybe both, would be riding something else in the course of the day, but he didn’t mind at all. Why should he when Seiji decided to get cozy with him when he was having his morning coffee outside? The slender Japanese surfer was plastered right up against him when Rodrigo and Laszlo were leaving. Daniel laughed at Laszlo. “Look at you, so sexy in those long jammers!” Seiji laughed too. “Looks good with his long legs.” Laszlo grinned broadly, and Rodrigo just said, “Enjoy your day without us,” ending with a broad wink. Laszlo hopped into Rodrigo’s van, and they drove away. Daniel looked down at Seiji. “Surf time?” Seiji shook his head, dropping his hand onto Daniel’s crotch. “This first.” And then they were upstairs, back in Daniel’s old room, now Seiji’s room, and Seiji was down on his knees, peeling Daniel’s jammers down to release the already boned-up nine inch monster which lay in wait there. “Mmm, I’m waiting to get more of this since first time you and Rodrigo did me from both ends.” “Stand up and let me get those off you. I never really got a good look at yours, I want to see what it looks like.” When Seiji peeled down his own jammers, his cock sprang out to a hefty seven inches, much more than you might think such a small, slender man would have to offer. Daniel’s eyes got notably bigger at the sight; Seiji noticed and laughed at him. “Surprise you? Didn’t expect so much on me?” Daniel had to admit that Seiji was right. “I didn’t. Let’s not waste time. Get down here and let’s go at each other.” In moments, the two of them were lying down on the floor, plunged into a hot sixty-nine, their cocks sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. At the same time, Daniel began playing with Seiji’s small round ass and the tight little hole in between his buns. Here again, a man who didn’t know might think there was no way Daniel could get his big, thick cock into that slender butt. However, Daniel already knew better, from previous experience. When Daniel’s cock began leaking a steady stream of precum, Seiji released it from his mouth, pushed Daniel down onto his back, and straddled his hips. He then swiped up a handful of that precum, added some of his own, fingered it into his hole, and then planted his hole on the blunt head and slowly pushed down until the entire shaft disappeared inside him. In minutes, this short, slender guy was fucking himself into an ecstatic otherworld, totally going off in a kind of trance as he rode on Daniel’s massive hard-on. Equally amazing, even with his hole stretched (apparently) past the point of no return, he still managed to work his muscles and stroke Daniel’s tool, bringing him closer and closer to the point of exploding. It didn’t take long before Daniel was driving straight up into Seiji’s ass, slamming hard into the hole until he convulsed and flooded Seiji’s guts with a massive lava flow of sperm. Seiji kept riding on Daniel’s cock for another minute until he was ready to cum himself, then he yanked himself up and off that cock and planted his own on Daniel’s face, giving it a series of short, hard pulls and then blowing off into Daniel’s mouth. After they’d both calmed down, and started getting hard again, Daniel said to Seiji, “You ever fucked an ass before?” “No – I’m always the bottom.” “Time for you to learn what it feels like.” He stroked his cock until some more juice leaked out, then swiped it and spread it on and around Seiji’s cock. Then he fell onto his back, lifted up his legs, and said, “Get that thing into me, Seiji, and fuck me good and hard.” It took Seiji a minute or so to establish a smooth rhythm, and to master the trick of not pulling all the way out by accident on the upstroke, but soon enough the instinct to breed took over. He got stroking in and out, reversing smartly just at the key moment – and that let Daniel show him what a really talented bottom’s ass was capable of doing. Between the excitement of Daniel’s talented ass working him over, and the incredible feeling of pounding deep into a man’s hole for the first time, Seiji’s second orgasm started building up far sooner than Daniel would have liked. But he kept quiet. He’d put Seiji into the driver’s seat, and he knew it took time for a new top to learn by doing how to pace himself. As Seiji speeded up, his hips rapping out a tattoo of loud smacks against Daniel’s cheeks, and as Daniel kept squeezing his tool, the big moment was at hand. Suddenly, Seiji groaned, drove hard and fast all the way in, and held it there as his dick exploded inside Daniel. Then he began the instinctive sharp repeated thrusts which would force his seed as far inside as possible. Daniel grabbed his own cock, stroked it seven or eight times, and blew his cum all over Seiji’s slender but hard abs and pecs. Finally, they collapsed, gasping for air, and then unwound as Daniel licked up all the mess he had made, and then drizzled it into Seiji’s mouth. Then they cuddled. When Daniel asked how it had felt, Seiji replied, “That was great. I have to show Rodrigo what I learned!” Meanwhile, Rodrigo had been giving Laszlo some starter lessons at a remote beach, showing him how to time getting up on the board, and then took him out to try on some of the smallish waves rolling into that bay. Laszlo flopped into the water like a dead fish the first few tries, but on the fourth go he suddenly got the knack of the timing and the positioning, and then rolled along on top of the wave for a good 15 or 20 seconds before it fizzled out underneath him. Rodrigo followed him in on the next wave, congratulated him, and then flung his board down on the sand, saying, “Here’s another good trick for you to know.” He had Laszlo lie down on the board, face down, and then laid himself down right on top of Laszlo, his firm cock lodging itself in Laszlo’s crack as he slowly humped up and down along Laszlo’s back.. “Umm, Rodrigo, I think I already know this trick.” “And? Does that mean you can’t keep practising? Daniel and I didn’t get to be great surfers by getting it right just once! Regular and detailed practice is essential.” By this time, Rodrigo had worked a hand under Laszlo to pull open the drawstrings on his jammers, and then used his other hand to start wiggling the tight, wet fabric down over the swell of his ass cheeks. Laszlo certainly showed no inclination to protest. Rodrigo got Laszlo’s jammers down just far enough to clear his ass and wrap his knees together, then did the same with his own. Once he’d released his cock, he greased it up with a tiny bottle of lube that he’d tucked into his pocket, and then started pushing into Laszlo’s crack, seeking the hole. It was a bit tough with Laszlo’s cheeks held so close together, and no chance to spread his legs any further apart, but Rodrigo eventually nailed the target and started pushing in. Once he got in as far as he could go, he leaned down to mutter in Laszlo’s ear, “Surfer Fuck. Most of the action comes from the cheeks and your thighs, before my cock even gets down to the hole. Takes a lot of lube, but it feels amazing.” Laszlo, too, was feeling a whole range of unfamiliar sensations as the cock simultaneously rode between his cheeks and worked through his hole. He could feel his own dick getting harder by the minute, and realized that he was soon going to blow, just from the combined feelings of getting fucked like this, together with the realization that they were right out in the open where anyone walking down the path to the beach couldn’t miss seeing them mating. “Fuck… fuck… I’m gonna fucking cum!” Rodrigo speeded up his thrusts, but Laszlo still got there first, laying a thick layer of spooge all over Rodrigo’s surfboard. It took another minute, but his dick was still spasming a bit when Rodrigo passed the point of no return and laid down a couple of shots inside him, then pulled out to let the rest squeeze out into the crack between Laszlo’s cheeks. Eventually he picked himself up, letting Laszlo loose to stand as well. “Sorry about making that mess all over your board,” he said. Rodrigo laughed, “Just take it back out into the surf. That’ll clean you and the board.” Neither of them even noticed the man standing in the shelter of the scrubby trees, filming them on his phone. They hauled up their jammers and dashed into the water, with Laszlo sloshing water over the board to rinse it off, and the two of them then sharing some hot, wet kisses. Back at base, they found Daniel and Seiji acting surprisingly calm – too calm. Laszlo immediately got suspicious, and asked Daniel, straight out: “Okay, how many loads? Who’s the champion today?” Daniel smiled sheepishly, and said, “Gave two, and took two – one in the mouth and the other in my ass.” Rodrigo immediately reacted in a flare of pretended jealousy. “What? You got him to fuck you? I can’t get him to do that, he just keeps saying ‘bottom only’.” “You won’t have that problem any more, Rodrigo. I think Seiji can’t wait to show you what he’s learned today.” Seiji just laughed. “What about you, Laszlo?” “Just took one, but it was the most unusual load I ever got in my life.” “Let me guess,” and Daniel turned to Rodrigo. “You taught him the Surfer Fuck, right?” Rodrigo just laughed and slapped Laszlo’s ass. “Good, tight buns. Worked like a charm.” The sex play continued at regular intervals through the rest of their stay. The funniest moment came when Rodrigo came downstairs with Daniel one morning, followed by Laszlo and Seiji a few minutes later, all four of them with that “all fucked out” look on their faces. Brad had growled to Arian, “Doesn’t anyone in this house ever sleep alone any more?” Daniel simply laughed. “Shoe’s on the other foot, Brad, after all the mornings when you or Arian came downstairs with some chick we’d never seen before, and we had no idea where you’d ever found them all. Payback is a bitch.” Even Brad had to laugh at that. The two-week getaway to Kauai also gave Daniel and Laszlo a chance to spend the last several days in FourWinds, enjoying another leisurely dinner with Uncle Ken and conferring with the events and catering coordinators about their wedding plans. As well, they had the usual budget of quiet times in the pool and in their private hot tub – or just sitting on their terrace and listening to the unending music of the waterfall bouncing from rock to rock below them on its way down and out to the ocean. The best result of those meetings was the arrangement, through the resort, of a first-rate DJ for the wedding. Right alongside that fix was Uncle Ken’s personal offer to approach the best photographer and videographer he knew in the islands, a couple living in Honolulu. They would come for travel and room expenses only. Daniel grinned. He knew that line all too well from his porn days. It meant that “travel and room” would add up to far more than the professional fee they might otherwise expect. But he and Laszlo agreed readily, putting great trust as so often in Uncle Ken’s judgement. When they’d arrived home from Hawaii, it was time to get back to work once again. They had a long schedule of destination weddings through the winter, and also some in-person events and a few family photos already booked. Daniel had also gotten a commission to do a 5-minute promotional video and a 30-second commercial for the city’s tourism office, and he was busy planning and writing a shooting script as well as a narration script for these two films. Laszlo was a bit inclined to pout at being left out (although not seriously), but they threw in a package of top-notch picture files, suitable for poster use due to the high resolution. The promotional films and photos were a huge success, and the word spread rapidly, leading to similar commissions from San Diego and from Vancouver, up in Canada. “Just think, Laszlo – our first trip out of the country together!” Vancouver in the spring proved to be a revelation to them, and a reminder that it was silly to just keep ricocheting back and forth between Los Angeles and Kauai with a whole world out there, waiting for them to discover it. Both of them went completely over the top, filming and photographing flowers and mountains, boats and buildings, parks and beaches and tree-lined streets until they had twenty times as much material as they could possibly use. It all went to keep them busy and actively earning their living throughout the year of what might otherwise have been dreary waiting time for the wedding festivities to come around. But then, as Daniel had pointed out, this celebration was more for the benefit of the rest of the world than for them. They’d already celebrated their partnership in more ways and at more times than either of them could even remember – and both of them treasured the feeling that the best of their lives together was yet to come. Even though Daniel wasn’t working there any more, except on a very occasional basis, it had become a tradition for Silvio, Daniel, and Laszlo to meet up at Shooting Stars for a drink at the end of the work week on Friday. Silvio had held to his word, making Daniel and Laszlo the first and closest friends in his family of choice, and they all welcomed the chance to chill and catch up. Some weeks, depending on what everyone had been or was doing, it could go further and turn into another hot sexual encounter. On this particular occasion, in early September of 2024, Silvio was all wound up to talk about their wedding. He’d been steadily getting more and more excited for the big event, ever since that first email announcing their engagement. Now that the date of the wedding had been announced, and the official invitations had gone out, he had a proposition to discuss with them. “So here’s the deal, fellows,” Silvio began. “I’ve been thinking that you should probably have a big pre-wedding bachelor party to get out and fire it up with all your gay friends before you head off to Hawaii to get married. I know some of your friends will be going to the wedding as well. I just figured you should have a gays-only pre-wedding party, so everyone has a good chance to blow off steam and get the energy out of their systems – and then, with any luck, they’ll behave themselves with a bit more class at the actual wedding.” “Maybe,” Daniel put in, using his most savage, ironic tone of voice. “Yeah, I know. There’s always going to be that one, right? Anyway, I’ve got this whole thing arranged for the weekend before the wedding. We’ve booked an entire clothing optional resort in Palm Springs, from Friday afternoon through to Monday morning, three nights. We can all have a fantastic time, wind ourselves up as much as we want, and really give you fellows the send-off you deserve.” “How much money are we talking here?” The businessman in Daniel couldn’t be kept quiet, and Laszlo – now every bit as much a businessman – nodded approval of his caution. “ ‘We’ aren’t talking about money at all. The guys who are coming are all kicking in some extra to cover the costs and for a gift, and the gift to you two is this long weekend in the sun.” “But we can’t ask them….” Silvio cut him off. “You don’t have to ask. I’m doing the asking, and glad to do it. Just relax, we’re going to have the time of our lives. You just give me a list of everyone you want or need to invite, and I’ll run with it from there. November 22-25 sound good to you?” They glanced briefly at each other, and then in unison shouted, “Yes!” A couple of weeks later, they took advantage of Malia and Maile’s birthday celebration to stage a family dinner at a favourite restaurant, with Darren coming up by train from San Diego to join them. Before dinner, they met at Laszlo and Daniel’s apartment for a family discussion about the wedding celebrations, their plans, and what roles they hoped each of Daniel’s siblings would be willing to play in the events After a long and fruitful discussion, Daniel wrapped up before dinnertime. “I think that covers everything from our end. Did any of you have any other questions?” Malia and Maile both shook their heads. Then Darren spoke up. “Just one, Daniel. You haven’t said anything about this, but I’m assuming that someone is planning some sort of bachelor party for you two. I’ll need them to have my name and number so they can give me all the details.” Daniel and Laszlo looked at each other a little bleakly. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Laszlo looked sideways at Daniel again, and then said “Not exactly wrong, Darren. It’s going to be in Palm Springs the weekend before the wedding. We wanted a chance to party hearty with all our gay friends, because we don’t want them carrying on at the actual wedding. Get it out of everyone’s system ahead of time.” “And? You think I can’t party right along with them?” By this time Daniel was actually squirming in discomfort. Darren noticed it and got an even more gleeful grin on his face. “Darren,” Laszlo tried again, “what we’re saying is this is going to be a private party, all gay guys, at a clothing-optional resort, and it’s definitely going to get x-rated – and maybe add a few more xxxs on top.” “Ewww,” Maile threw in, “too much sharing!” “Totally,” Malia agreed. “Sounds great,” Darren laughed. “I’m definitely up for that!” Daniel’s eyes suddenly got much bigger. “Wait… what…? Darren, what are you trying to say?” “I’m telling you, Daniel, my dear bone-headed elder brother, that I’m gay too.” By now, everyone in the room was staring at him. “You’re kidding. You can’t be serious!” But Darren was just slowly nodding his head, with a classic gay ‘come and get it’ smile spreading across his face. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “You didn’t ask.” That made both the women laugh. “Oh, boy,” Malia said, “I can just hear it now. ‘So you’re my brother, Darren, great to see you again after all these years. And by the way, are you gay too?’ ” At that, everyone laughed. And Laszlo pulled out his phone. “What are you doing?” Daniel asked him. “Sending Darren’s number to Silvio, of course!” After they’d gone out for a long and joyous family dinner together, the guys came back to the apartment. Laszlo and Daniel had grabbed a quiet moment to discuss inviting Darren to join them in the bedroom, but Daniel had felt that it might seem a bit too weird for his brother – so Laszlo didn’t push it. While Darren was cleaning up in the bathroom, Laszlo flipped out the sofa bed, added the extra mattress pad they kept ready, and then made it up with the sheets and duvet. Darren came out, and Laszlo thought he caught a momentary look of disappointment, but Darren thanked him, hugged and kissed him and Daniel, and then stripped off all but his briefs and crawled under the covers. Daniel and Laszlo retired to their bedroom, talking and kissing a bit before falling to sleep. In the morning, they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast on the balcony. Daniel then took Darren to the station to drop him off for his noon train back to San Diego, while Laszlo got on with paperwork for some upcoming contracts. And then, almost before they saw it coming, it was November – and time to pack up and head to Palm Springs for the bachelor party. Laszlo and Daniel had heard only hints and rumours, but it was plain to them already that this was going to be the wildest weekend of their lives. The resort was too small for the number of guys who wanted to come. Silvio had to agree with the resort’s management to limit the number of guest passes issued, and to have the users of the passes pay a user fee at the front desk. Then he had the unpleasant task of messaging the late registrants who hadn’t made the cut, regretfully informing them that the event was now sold out. Saturday afternoon, there were about a hundred hot guys gathered in the sunlit courtyard around and in the pool and extra-large hot tub. Pool and tub were both well-filled already. Some of the guys preferred to wear clothes – as in the most minimal swimwear they owned – while others just let it all hang out, or (as Silvio put it) “let it all stand out.” The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the hands were making free everywhere – groping, squeezing, stroking, and more. A number of guys were making out at a hot and heavy level, and a few cocks were already getting sucked. Daniel and Laszlo had been led to a deluxe, extra-large sunbed at the far end. The canopy overhead had been decorated with multi-coloured sex toys and condoms, and a huge “JUST (ABOUT) MARRIED!!!” sign. There they lay, watching all their legion of friends winding themselves up. Both of them had swimsuits on, but the fronts were straining – not just because they were watching the show, but also because they were taking turns rubbing each other. “Check it out, Daniel – Ricky’s already getting into the serious action.” Daniel looked. Across the pool, there was Ricky, the undisputed Sweetheart of WeHo, in his favourite position – on all fours, on a deck chair, and getting slowly plowed from behind by Marcus. “This surprises you, Laszlo? I’d be more surprised if Ricky hadn’t been the first one to get a dick up his ass today.” “Now that you mention it….” They lay there, watching Marcus slowly accelerate into a full-on powerfuck in front of a crowd of cheering onlookers. “Damn, he’s going to lose the first load of the day if he keeps going at that speed.” “Yup. Not to worry, Laszlo, Marcus is just like me: perfectly capable of blowing off several loads in a row and still having more to go on with.” Just then Marcus groaned aloud, speeded up even more, and then locked up against Ricky’s lush ass as his cock exploded inside the roundest bubble butt present. A storm of cheering and applause greeted this first breeding of the day, and Ricky stood up, turned around, scooped some cum out of his ass and ate it, and then yelled, “Okay, who wants sloppy seconds?” Laszlo groaned aloud as he watched the shameless exhibitionist doing his thing. “Fuck, Daniel. Don’t rub me too hard, you’re gonna make me cum too and I want to save it.” Just as he said that, a group of six guys marched along the poolside and stepped into the shade of their canopy. Neither of them could identify any of the six with any certainty – largely because all of them were completely naked except for black hoods which covered their faces and their hair. Six rigid cocks were lifted and pointing at their targets. “Well, this looks interesting,” Daniel said, but a moment later he and Laszlo had gotten gags stuffed into their mouths, and two guys were holding each of them down by their legs and by their arms, which were stretched back above their heads. The two remaining fellows sat down on their faces, and then leaned forward to start sucking on the bulges in their tight swimsuits. In another minute, those swimsuits had been slid down over their ankles and off while the two studs on top of them ground their ass cheeks into their faces and sucked on their now-naked cocks. Both Daniel and Laszlo were groaning as the top studs worked their tools with real skill while grinding their asses down hard over the feasting mouths of the guests of honour. While they were eating ass as hard as they could go, Laszlo faintly heard a couple of quiet clicks, then a couple more. He soon found out, when he tried to move a minute later, that he and Daniel had both been shackled to the deluxe sunbed and were now completely at the mercy of the six mystery men. At first, Daniel wondered why their legs had been left only loosely fastened. He soon found out, when his captors pushed his knees up and apart while his feet remained on the bed. One of them got between his legs and began to finger his ass. Another one yanked out the gag. Daniel began to say something, but one of the six growled, “Shut the fucker up, Number 1.” With that, the guy perched on his face backed up a bit and stuffed his rigid cock into Daniel’s mouth. Laszlo was getting the same treatment. But his team had gotten further along, and he now had one of the mystery studs sliding up between his legs and pushing his dick into Laszlo’s hole. When that was all the way inside, he snapped, “Okay, Number 5, he’s ready for you now.” The third man now straddled Laszlo’s hips, lifted his cock into position, and proceeded to sit down on it, taking Laszlo’s dick all the way into his ass. Before long, all six were similarly occupied: two guys fucking the happy couple’s faces, two guys riding the happy couple’s cocks, and two guys plunging deep inside the happy couple’s assholes. The combination of being massively stimulated three ways while being chained down soon brought Laszlo off, and Daniel wasn’t far behind him. They both struggled to move and thrust as they exploded helplessly upwards into the holes of two of their tormentors. Their fuckers were nowhere near done with them yet, though. In another minute, the guy who was face-fucking Laszlo gave a massive sigh and exploded down Laszlo’s throat. At the same time, the two guys fucking them both let it fly, with Laszlo’s fucker breeding him first while Daniel’s top wasn’t far behind, dumping a huge load into Daniel’s fuck chute. Once they’d calmed down again, the guys changed places, all getting up and moving around to new positions. Each team stayed on the same guy, though. Daniel wasn’t sure but he thought that the cock now moving into his ass belonged to the same guy who’d just taken a load of his sperm in his butt. Laszlo had been trying in vain to identify any of the members of this sexy swat team. None of the faces were visible, all six bodies were ripped as hell, and all six cocks were about the same size. The skin tones were all about the same, too, but suspiciously glossy – Laszlo suspected that some kind of body paint had been used. They always addressed each other as “Number 3,” “Number 6,” and so on – never by name. This time, it took a bit longer for everyone to wind up again. The fucking and riding continued unabated, and one of the six pumped a load in almost a matter-of-fact way into Daniel’s mouth as the others were still working their way up. Finally, one of the men growled, “They’re almost there, let’s go for it, guys.” With that the fucking accelerated again, until both of the guys who were riding were slamming up and down on Daniel’s and Laszlo’s tools, while the two fucking them were pounding in and out like jackhammers. The guy fucking Laszlo blew first, and Laszlo himself erupted almost immediately afterwards as he realized that he was being bred again. Daniel and his fucker came right together just a minute later, at about the same moment that the sixth guy was shooting a load all over Laszlo’s face and into his mouth. Daniel and Laszlo lay there, gasping for breath, slowly calming down after the heavy-duty sex play. The gags went back in, and the six hooded guys stepped away, over to the bar. While they were gone, the two hapless victims actually fell asleep and dozed for a while after the intense action. Neither of them fully recovered consciousness, even when the “sort-of” heard sounds of moans mingled with the “sort-of” felt sensation of big splatters of liquid hitting their bodies. After an hour or so, the six came back. Laszlo and Daniel were woken up, and one of the gang announced, “Okay, guys, it’s time for Round Two.” “Thirsty, fellows?” another asked. When Laszlo nodded, the guy casually yanked his gag out and started pissing into his mouth. Daniel got the same treatment. Then the six masked marauders got back to work, getting into the same positions as before, and replaying the entire script. Daniel thought that the three guys working him over in Round Two were the three who had done Laszlo before, but he couldn’t be sure. Even the mid-round changing of places was followed. By the time it was all over, call it another hour or so later, Laszlo and Daniel had each taken a total of two loads down the throat, blown four loads into four different asses, and taken at least four loads each inside their own butts – plus the various loads which the onlookers had dropped all over their bodies during the intermission. The six guys finally pulled out of the well-used holes and mouths of the happy couple. One of them tossed a key casually to another guy sitting close by, and said, “Give us five minutes head start and then you can unlock them.” With that, they marched away again. After five minutes, the guy went around and unlocked all the shackles. The two grooms-to-be stood up, a little shakily, to some ironic cheering and clapping. Daniel and Laszlo gazed around, realizing that the sun was now in a very different position in the sky, well on its way down towards the horizon in fact, and that the entire pool area was littered with satiated guys, many of them sleeping after an afternoon of intense sexual exertions. A few were still coupling – just as Laszlo thought that, there came a loud groan off to their left as a tall Latino guy bred Ryan, the redheaded bottom who’d appeared in Daniel’s last film. Over at the far side of the pool, a food table had been set up and some of the guys were wandering over that way. “Hungry?” Daniel asked. “Food, yes. More sex, no.” Daniel chuckled. “Quick jump in the pool first to clean up.” “Like this? With all this spooge all over us?” “Might as well. There’s probably all kinds of it in the water already anyway.” After they’d jumped in the water, and splashed each other all over for a bit, they climbed out, went to get some food – getting a lot of applause and cheers and back-pats as they went – and then settled back down on the sun bed to eat. In a room upstairs, the six banditos had finished cleaning off the body paint in the shower. Silvio, who’d organized the raid, turned to Darren and said, “Mission accomplished?” “Absolutely,” Darren laughed. “Got each of them to breed me and dropped a load into each of them in return. Exactly what I wanted.” It was Silvio’s turn to laugh. “I guess Daniel isn’t the only one in the family who can keep cumming over and over, on demand.” “Hey, it isn’t just our family. You’re no slouch in that department either.” They laughed together, remembering their first high-energy encounter a few weeks earlier, when each of them had wound up with two loads inside his butt. Then Silvio turned to the others. “Right, guys, job well done. Remember, back out there one at a time, six different ways – no turning up all at once or in a group. Darren and I will be the last to go out.” Meanwhile, out at the pool, the guys who’d gotten some food were drifting away to get dressed, as the air cooled off with the sun going down. With the temperature dropping steadily, it was plain that this was November, not July. Daniel and Laszlo got up with the same mission in mind. As they were going, they passed Ricky, lying on a sun lounger with a towel over his body and looking very pleased with himself. “How many loads today, Ricky?” “Four here,” and he gestured to his mouth, “and seven in my ass.” “Sounds like a good day’s work.” “I’m not finished yet.” “Sorry, but both of us are.” “Yeah, I actually stopped fucking around to watch some of that action. Seeing those guys working you two over – man, that was so fucking hot. I fired off a load just watching them going at you.” They walked on, chuckling, and in another moment they met Darren. “Hey, Darren, haven’t seen you for a while. Busy?” Darren smiled lazily. “Yeah – bathroom call, took a bit longer than usual.” “A bit?” Daniel asked. “Do tell.” “Okay, quite a bit longer than usual.” Darren winked at him. Daniel laughed and walked by, but Laszlo leaned close to Darren and said quietly, “You must have had quite a day for yourself – there’s still a bit of body paint behind your ear.” “Fuck! I thought I got it all off!” Darren looked crestfallen; he’d been so sure that his little scheme had worked to perfection. “Easy, Darren,” and Laszlo dropped a roguish wink. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.” With that, Laszlo headed off, laughing aloud as he hurried to catch up to Daniel.

I've posted about my Dad on here a few times...we're really close. We fucked a stripper together and went to an adult bookstore together are the only sexual activities we've participated in but, never with only each other...to be honest even if we had any fucking or activities between us, we'd probably just end up laughing and never get a nut!

thanks for all the nice comments guys. i kinda decided that i would end this story with that last chapter and have readers use their imagination for the rest. i couldnt find another chapter that would take it another step without extending the story a lot. this is the only place ive ever posted stories just because i was reading so many hot stories on here that i thought it would be fun to add one or two. i havent really made time to write anymore but when something comes to me ill add it here!

This went down about a month ago while I was out of town... Got a hit from a VERY hot looking guy on BBRT. Tall, muscled, handsome, hung, TOP, POZ unmedicated. (Yeah) He told me exactly what he wanted: To come over, eat out my pussy, fuck me with his thick ten inch cock, and breed me deep. Naturally, I assumed it was a too good to be true....but I was bored, horny, freshly cleaned out, and on the hunt. So I replied with my hotel info and room number. Believe me; I had NO expectation that this guy was for real. None. I was just calling his bluff. Boom! To my absolute amazement, not 15 minutes later this dude was at my door. And he was EVEN HOTTER in person. Dumbstruck. I was dumbstruck. The guy stripped down and he was RIPPED! He was NOT exhagerating about his cook either. The term “baby arm” actually crossed my mind...MASSIVE MEAT. I attempted to go down on him but he made it plain that he had set the agenda that I had agreed to. He had come to eat out my cunt, fuck me, and breed me. And that was EXACTLY what was going to happen. He got right to work...bent me over and ate my pussy like a starved man. He tongue fucked me for a damn long time. All the while, his hands were working his huge fucktool. Now, I’m not a huge fan of getting my hole eaten out...but this guy...he made me a believer. Eventually, he signaled me to get on my back and go legs up. I did so and reached for the lube when he said; “You won’t need that”. My immediate thought was; “No way am I taking that HUGE meat with only spit!”. But no...for as he had been working his cock with one hand, he had been drooling precum into his other hand. The fucker slathered my spit wet hole with a palmful of HIS OWN PRECUM. He tumbled it into my pussy with authority. I watched as he milked yet more precum out of his huge dong and drool it right onto my now slightly open hole! To say it was mind bendingly hot would be a gross understatement. ”You ARE gonna need those,” he said referencing the poppers, “Take the deepest hit you can, cause once I start...” he trailed off as his throbbing cockhead started pushing against my hole. I have NEVER taken such an urgently deep hit of poppers...EVER. Then, I felt his cock begin its LONG journey into me. I’m not sure I can even really describe it. I felt my heart race...I was holding my breath...there was no sound...my eyes feasted on the sight of inch after inch of his...his enormous fuckpole as it entered me. Eventually, he hit my inner ring. I heard a voice say, “Look into my eyes”. I looked up to his face...to his clear blue eyes. “Take another hit.” I did so. “Give yourself to me”, he whispered. “Give yourself to me...give yourself to me...” And with that, I felt my inner door open and he plunged fully into me. The deepest sigh that has ever escaped my lips came out of me. And that was just him setting the stage. For the fuck was just about to start. And start it did. Time was suspended as he longdicked my cunt. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he pounded my pussy. Seemingly endless cock meat tenderized my cuntlips. A mix of endorphins, testosterone, and adrenaline pulsed through my veins. A cold sweat broke on my brow. I was mumbling absently. My body trembled with every stroke of his meat. I could not process what was happening. I was on the verge of, what I can only assume was panic. Then...something happened. Everything in the world fell away. My mind shut down. And I became my fuckhole. I had becum my cunt. A meatsleeve. Nothing more. And my purpose was being fulfilled beyond comprehension. A warm enveloping peace washed over me. I was home. He felt the change in me. Like he had been expecting it. “Yessssss!!”, he hissed. “YESSSSSSSS!!!” As he switched his rail splitter into overdrive. We had transcended. We were no longer men. We weren’t even cock and hole. We had becum the fuck. The glorious sacred fuck. I don’t know how long it went. I really don’t. At one point I heard a distant voice telling me to look into his eyes. I found those same blue eyes through a fog. I heard a voice say...”Give yourself to me...give yourself to me” It took a moment for me to realize it was my voice whispering it. “Give yourself to me...give yourself to me”. With that, he leaned in to kiss me deeply...I felt his body tense...his cock throb...and his toxic gift pour into me. I tell you, it was rapture. We drifted together for a time. Later, I heard him getting cleaned up in the bathroom dress and leave...all the while I counted the individual drops of his charged seed trickle out of my wrecked distended pussy.

For me, a slut is someone who has a lot of casual sex with different partners. A slut can have standards though. I'm into tall skinny tops, long-haired tops and bald tops. If a guy who falls into those categories asks me for some ass, he's likely to get it. I will also fold for pretty cocks. However, I do believe certain cocks should be off limits (e.g., partners of close friends etc). Sluts should, generally speaking, have no shame. Does everyone need to know you're a slut? No, but if they do know, it shouldn't bother you. Wait - one exception: don't be a slut at work. Don't fuck up your coins!

As a top it’s always about getting as much spunk in the bottom as possible. If the guy getting sucked looks like he’s coming I tell the bottom not to swallow , but spit it in to my hand and I coat my cock with it as extra lube. My pet hate are guys standing around when theres a group and cumming on the floor

@descartes70817 - I like to show my tops that I know my Kegel exercises. I think that @versmetropigmight be able to attest to that ...

I’ve seldom been into feet. It Hass to be an extremely tight connection, the feet have to be in really great shape, trim, nails, no calluses, so on. I look at some guys’ feet … they look like the talons of an eagle swooping down on the lake, trying to catch a fish and fly off again! But there was one time in Philadelphia, on either our second or third night, where I tried to get adventuresome, and actually let a guy stick part of his foot up my ass! 😈

I forgot to add to my previous post that on BZ, I get asked all the time if my Dad and I have sex and if we have pics or vids...nope, sorry guys...I like my Daddy vids but, of course, we don't have vids...my Dad is very liberal, not shy, and loves to be nude but he's a straight stud!...wink

Two for Tuesday, a few days late! Chapter 8: Extra Credit. Now the professor tipped me off to what the card said, and where it was. It said to return it to him, and pick someone you wanted to give it to anonymously through him. It said that person would receive one private tutoring session! I of course gave it back and requested he give it to the nerd! In the next class, the professor said the lesson would be about anonymous sex. He explained how the card worked, and said he had given it to the second person as requested by the finder. He said the person who received the card was not expected to have sex, but a private tutoring lesson about anonymous sex. He told that person he would see him after class to set it up. He reminded them to NOT tell anyone they received the card, nor would he say who requested they give it to them The nerd caught up with the professor in the hall way anxious to set up his private tutoring session. The professor set it up the next day in his office after all the classes were done. The nerd eagerly came to his office and gently knocked. He was invited in and immediately told to take a seat. The professor asked him why he was so excited. He said that he was questioning his sexual identity, and that being so nerdy, it hampered him. He explained that he often was on an online bating chat and stroked, but NEVER showed his face. He said the guys seemed to love his cock. He then took out his phone to share a session with the professor. The professor agreed it was a beautiful cock. It was uncut skinny like the nerd, and between 7-7.5 inches. The professor adked him how he felt about doing the shows and he said he loved it, however he knew local guys have watched him, but he never got up the nerve to meet them, although there had been several requests. The nerd then asked the professor if he could Jack off for him. The professor said yes. The nerd quickly dropped his pants, his cock already pre cumming slightly and began to stroke. The professor remained professional keeping his clothes on and tried to be discreet by rubbing his crotch under his desk! As soon as the nerd left, he took his cock out and shot a huge load, just thinking about what he had planned for the nerd! The nerd finished off by shooting a large creamy load that actually flew over his head. The professor told him he wanted him to hook up with someone local on the website, and provide him with a picture of himself jacking live with someone. He said not to get their face in picture but anything else was perfectly fine! The professor said it was up to him, but worth extra credit and he was confident he could do it! The nerd gave the professor his screen name, and told the professor he was heading home to do as he instructed!

I check my messages on the beat website and there is a message from a guy. “You liked my poz load did you? Plenty more where that came from. Meet me there at 2pm this afternoon”. I do my chores and at 2pm on the dot I am back at the toilet cubicle ready for another poz load. My poz top is there 5 mins later and 10mins later I am taking another poz load. Again, there is a note under the stall door, and he is gone. This time I don’t wait. I read it as I sit on the toilet absorbing his poz seed. “love that you like my poz load. Plenty more where that came from. Sometimes my ex and I like to share a hole with both our poz dicks if you keen - Steve.” He leaves his mobile number. I text him straight after and he says he and his ex can fuck me tomorrow if can I host. Fuck yeah, I say and we lock in a “pozzing session” on the following day at 7pm. I get ready and head over to Matts. He opens the door and standing in front of me is the blonde god as he is in tight blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. No business this time and he pulls me in and kisses me passionately. His bulge growing immediately. “I can’t wait till after dinner, I want to be enjoying dinner with your babies inside me” I say. Matt turns me around right there inside the front door and pulls my jeans down and slides his finger in me as he undoes his jeans. “nice! Loaded already – no lube required”. Matt slides right in and in 5 mins he is flooding my used hole with his seed. We get ourselves respectable again and head out to dinner. He takes me to a nice Italian restaurant and the whole night it is holding hands, random kisses and touching. We chat as we wait for dessert, and he tells me his ex was the one that pozzed him. He is a top, but his ex was versatile and on rare occasions he would let his ex fuck him. They never used protection. But his ex was fucking around, and he didn’t know. By the time his ex found out he was poz, he had already pozzed Matt and the relationship broke down from there. The were still friends but it was not sexual. Matt hadn’t started treatment yet as it was only 6 months ago. He apologized for last night saying he is usually very careful, and he just got carried away. That is why he leaves a wedding ring on. To try to make sure no one gets interested or he doesn’t get tempted. I lean across the dinner table and hold his hand and kiss him and say it’s ok. I reveal I have not been on PreP for 3 months now, but I don’t care. I am proud to have his babies in me and whatever will be will be. I excuse myself as we wait for dessert to go to the bathroom and as I leave the table say, “don’t make me wait as we need to be back for dessert”. A few minutes later Matt is breeding me in the toilet stall bent over the toilet and flooding me with another load. We have dessert and we go back to Matts place and I spend the night. Matts breeds me two more times that night. I wake up to the feeling of Matts warm body and hairy chest against my back and his lips nibbling my neck and his rock hard cock pressing at my arse crack. I cannot think of a better way to wake up. I have another load in me before breakfast. I have things to do that day and Matt does too. So, we agree to catch up in a couple of days. I spend the day doing stuff and never once let any of Matts loads out of me. I feel somewhat connected to Matt and for some weird reason I want him to poz me. There is just something about him that makes me want it to be him. Come 7pm I get a buzz on my intercom and it is Steve. I buzz him up realizing I have never actually seen him. I open my door and Steve is in front of me. An average built Mediterranean man in jeans and a t-shirt. Clean shaven and piercing blue eyes. “hey mate. Glad we can do this. This is my ex Matt, and tonight may be your last night as a neg bottom”. I look to the side and there stands Matt. Yep. My Matt. He looks at me with both confusion and a smile and says, “I think that may have already happened”. After some confusion and laughs they both come in and we discover it has been Steve’s loads in before Matts every time. Steve isn’t all that affectionate. It is clear he is here to do a deed. He is just interested in fucking and breeding. But Matt has no reservations showing his affections. As the night progresses, we all enjoy a few drinks in between both Matt and Steve breeding me. Whenever Steve is fucking me Matt either has his cock in my mouth or he is making out with me telling Steve to fuck and breed “his man”. It is so hot, but I try not to read too much into it as I think it is just the heat of the moment. After two loads from them both, Steve says, “how about one last effort to make sure it takes”. I look inquisitively at him and he says, “take us both at the same time”. Matt lays down on his back and I sit on him with no effort as I am now loose and wet from their seed. I kiss him as he is inside me and then I feel Steve slowly start to push his cock in past Matts. It is tight and I am sure there are some serious tears happening, but they do it slowly until they are both balls deep in me together. I am so turned on that I am rock hard, and my cock is being rubbed against Matts hairy stomach as Steve fucks me. If by some planned miracle Steve picks up the pace and Matt says, “I can’t hold it anymore” and Steve almost yells as he squirts his third load in me, and Matt loses control and cums at the same time. I then loose control and cum hands-free all-over Matts stomach. Steve pulls out and I suddenly feel empty, but Matt stays in me for a few minutes as Steve get’s dressed and as Matts is sliding out of me Steve leans in and pecs Matt on the cheek and says, “you found a good one here” and leaves. I lay there a little sore, cum dribbling from my arse and Matt and I make out for almost an hour afterward. We chat and it just feels so natural. Finally, Matt has to leave as he has an early start the next day. I kiss him at the door and as he turns to leave, he almost flippantly says “love you babe”. To be continued.

Here is a sort of funny story… when I was 20 I started on my journey of being a cum slut. Up until that time I was really with one man. After chasing and ultimately becoming hiv positive I let my mom(a nurse) know my status. She was cool with it but concerned as expected. After my diagnosis I threw caution to the wind and took any and all dick that was offered. In the first year I had 4 Sti’s. After the first one my mom asked if I knew who gave it to me. I said I think so. Of course I didn’t . I just wanted her to think I was selective. When I got the second one she asked again if I knew where I got it. I said maybe. After the third she said I should stop playing with the person that gave me the sti. I said I don’t know who gave it to me. I told her that I was ass up in a sling at steamworks and random men take turns breeding me. She said oh and walked away. Moral of the story is don’t ask questions if you are not prepared for the answer.

Had a little more time than usual this weekend so I made some progress. I think from here there will be one or two more chapters left in the story. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for all the kind comments! Chapter 12 The guy inside me didnt do what dad and Grant did after they came. He just pulled himself out while he was catching his breath. "Fuck that was hot. You just got that cherry popped today? And youre taking multiple cocks already? Amazing boy." As he stepped away from the sling I noticed that there were now three other guys around the door to the room naked and stroking their cocks. I was good at being quiet in school and in life in general. I never wanted or got much attention and was fine with not being the most popular or the the most athletic or the most anything. But here I was naked and on display in a sling for any of these strangers to watch and fuck me and I was loving it. So did dad. "Looks like we're attracting a crowd Coop. They must have heard about my hot son pleasing everyone in his path." He smiled like a dad telling his friends that his son was MVP of the little league baseball team even as he continued to stroke his throbbing cock. "Yeah dad. Thanks to you." Our eyes were locked on each other father and son stroking our cocks as the other one watched. But that was broken up suddenly by the moan that escaped me at the feeling of a tongue probing my hole. That electricity shot through me again. I wasnt able to see who it was so enthusiastically making me wild and causing my cock to somehow get even harder. But I did notice that dad, Dominic, Luke, and Grant were standing by watching. This was someone I hadnt even seen yet. Dad stepped closer to me and bent down. "Wait til you see the cock on this guy." We kissed briefly and then the man pulled his mouth from my hole and stood up. He was a massive man easily towering over everyone in the room that I could see. I dont know how I could have missed him even if he had been standing behind whoever was fucking me and blocking my view of the door. He was toned and had the look of someone who knew how to handle his height. At school I knew guys who were really tall and the impression they gave everyone was something like awkward, working with a body that was a little too big everywhere to maneuver. Not this man. "Beautiful boy with a beautiful hole. How many guys loads are leaking out of you boy? You got a lot of cum in you already." It was kind of hot to see that some of that cum was on his face. "He has three loads in him. First three of his life." The man looked over at dad and the look of recognition paired with that unmistakable surprise of what twisted scene he had just walked into appeared on his face. "Oh damn. One of these loads yours? You breed your boy with the cum that made him?" "Sure did." "You ready for more cock boy?" The man slapped his cock against mine and thats when I saw it. It was massive like him. But somehow it seemed like it was too big and thick for even his body. I dont know what look was on my face but he could read it. That or he got the same reaction all the time. "I'll be gentle boy. Im not gonna hurt you with your dad here taking care of you." "You can say no if you want son." It was intimidating and if anyone could use their cock as a weapon it would be him. But the hunger in my hole that I felt with the high that I was very much still on hadnt gone away. I wasnt as conflicted as I probably looked to everyone else. "Maybe we can try and see" I said with just a little hesitation. "Thats right boy. GIve it a try and we'll stop if its too much for you." He pressed the head of his cock against me and I could feel it begin to stretch my hole around it. There was some pain but it wasnt sharp, just the feeling of being stretched beyond what my body had understood to be its limit. This man was proving my body could handle more. But I could tell that he was determined not to stop until he was all the way inside me and it had the feel of a slow but steady moving truck barreling through me. Before he got to the intended end of that first thrust I did feel a pain inside me that had the sharpness that I expected when he first pushed into me. I yelped and he did pause slightly in response. "Thats your second hole Im entering. Youre doing so good boy. So tight but all lubed up with all the cum you got in you. Doesnt feel like three loads Ill tell you that much." He looked back up at dad. "You found guys who shoot massive loads. Lucky boy has a good dad looking out for him." It felt impossible that he was still pushing himself into me but he was. He slowed his pace without stopping completely after he had hit what he called my second hole. I didnt even know that existed but I guess I was finding out the best way I could. "You shoot loads as big as you?" dad asked. "Oh you fucking know I do. Your son is gonna be able to taste the load I shoot up into him. Almost all the way in boy." These last couple inches were getting uncomfortable as he entered territory that probably would never be touched by another cock again. "Hurts a little" a gasped out not knowing what else to do. "Do you want to stop Coop? Remember what I said. It's ok. It's all up to you." I looked up at dad and back to the man not sure what to say. This didnt feel great for the first time but I didnt want him to pull out. "I dont know." "Maybe poppers?" the man said looking around him as if he was trying to summon them from anywhere. I tried to look around the room to find Luke who was actually just standing nearby watching at an angle where he could see the massive cock going in me. But before he bent down again to grab the little bottle attached to his sneaker, Grant stepped back up closer to the sling. "This will be better." I turned to look up at him and saw what he was talking about. "Thatll do" dad said as Grant tied the band around my arm again. I didnt have the same apprehension that I did the first time knowing how good this was going to make me feel. "Fuck you guys are partying? Fuck yeah guys!" the huge man finally stopped pushing into me as he watched Grant. I didnt feel his body against my hole yet so I knew there was more before he was all the way in. He was watching Grant intently like everyone did the first time. In this very brief pause I did try to see who else was in the room. There was a circle of men enclosing the sling, all guys I had met or saw at the door. No new guys as far as I could tell. But they had obviously come this close to see the man impaling me and Grant giving me this slam. Would they be fucking me tonight too? Closest to me was dad who was standing on the other side of the sling from Grant and rubbing my chest and keeping me calm. I looked up at him and could see on his face that he wanted to see me get fucked by this massive man with the contents of the syringe injected into me. With my concentration on the other things around me I didnt even feel the prick of the needle. All of a sudden I heard Grant rip the band off and raise my arm for me and I was seeing stars. Even knowing what to expect didnt prepare me for this. It all hit me at once and more intensely. The coughing, not being able to catch my breath, the warmth ripping through me and concentrating itself at my hole which I could feel was milking the huge cock inside. And then I felt what I was waiting for. The heavy balls of this man against my hole. "That did it. Im all in you now boy. Thats right. Accept it all balls deep in you boy. Fuck! I can feel that slam going through you boy. So fucking hot. Theres no pain anymore is there? Fuck boy youre milking me now." I could only moan in response. There werent any words for what I was feeling. "Aw fuck look at that. Loving this cock arent you? You like what Im doing to your son? You like watching your son getting fucked by this cock?" I could feel this man start to fuck me slowly. Pulling out a few inches and then thrusting back in. My moans only got louder. "You fucking know it. Watching my son getting railed by your cock is so hot. Only one thing I can think of thats hotter." "Yeah? Whats that?" "When I fuck him myself seeing my cock disappear into the boy I made. GIving my son the kind of pleasure only his dad can give him. Making his toes curl the way you are right now." I couldnt believe what I was hearing. My dad and the man with the biggest cock in the world were talking dirty to each other about fucking me. In my state I couldnt yet make any words. When I tried, it would only come out as moans but I was responding to their words and the feeling of this mans cock fucking into my now fully accepting hole. "Lucky boy and lucky dad. I would be fucking this warm tight hole every day. Shooting my load so fucking deep inside him." He changed things up by pulling slowly out and then thrusting much harder and faster balls deep. It knocked the wind out of me every time drawing a grunt when his body slapped up against me. "Yeah? Lets see you breed my son." "Yeah?" That started to set him off as he picked up his pace slightly now with every thrust into me. "Yeah breed me. Shoot your cum in me." The words surprised me. I had been growing frustrated that the words I thought I was speaking only came out as incoherent sounds. But if any words were going to come out for others to understand it was going to be those. Hearing them the man grew more determined and reached out to grab me by the shoulders. With his new leverage, each time he thrust into me he pulled me further into him so he could get as deep as possible. There was no pain not with this combination of the high and the way his cock hit me in so many spots that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I could hear the guys around the sling getting more into it too encouraging the man and me. "Yeah take that cock!" "Fuck that boy" "Give him that load" "Breed the boy" The sparks of pleasure that this mans cock was giving me helped me understand how good it felt to be a hole for men like this. Without thinking I grabbed my cock and began really stroking it. My body didnt care if other guys were going to fuck me tonight. I wasnt stroking to edge. My brain and my body were telling me that I needed to feel the full force of the pleasure of this fuck that this giant of a man was giving me. He was looking deeply into my eyes with a lust and focus that made me feel like I was the only thing he would ever want for the rest of his life and that power that I saw that I had over him put me even closer. With a deep thrust that hit a new spot I lost what little control I had left. I moaned and then felt as my cock throbbed and began shooting out cum like a geyser. It went everywhere and as the men around us cheered my cumshot I could feel how the throb of my hole put this man over his edge. "Boy....I'm ....go-" he chcked on the words he was trying to get out and with one final deep thrust and his hands on my shoulders pulling him as far in me as he could, he held me in place as rope after rope of cum shot into the depths of my body. His face was strained as he emptied himself into me and feeling his cock flex as he held me onto him as I was coming down from my release made my own cock stir again. I noticed Luke close in on my side and when I turned to look up at him he was in the throes of his own pleasure as he started cumming blowing his cum onto my stomach and torso on the giants arms and one rope that even hit the mans chest. Feeling the splash of cum against him seemed to take him out of wherever he just was and bring him back to the room. He was out of breath just like me and Luke now but instead of releasing me he pulled me closer and pushed in a little bit deeper first. I moaned something guttaral and he let loose a "Fuuuuck" as he let go of my shoulders. It felt like he spent the same amount of time slowly pulling himself fully out that he did pushing into me that first time. He was giving us both time to get our breathing and heart rates back to normal and to slowly get used to no longer being connected this way. "Your boy is fucking amazing" he said to dad. "Yeah he is" dad said.

I'd vote for 'take it in the ass like a champ while sucking a mean cock at the same time'. I don't understand the either/or thing.

This all started around the end of 2018 when Patrick started PrEP. As someone who’s a bit shy around sex Patrick felt that PrEP could reduce his anxiety around condomless sex and turn him more into the pig he always desired to be. You see, he had a darker sexual idea of intimacy for years but never fully embraced it. For a long time he’d been a member of bareback forums and a member of BBRT even since he was a first year undergrad in college. While Patrick fantasized bareback sex and getting roughed up in the bathhouses of the big city, these desires only stayed a fantasy and never were a reality. Patrick had a deep desire for hairy men, group sex, flip fucking, exchanging seed and swapping loads, pummeling each other and using loads as lubricant, in dark, dimly lit spaces. To Patrick, PrEP could be the key he needed to unlock his promiscuity. The time he first started taking PrEP was also around the same time Patrick accepted a new job at a startup in the Flatiron neighborhood. Things were looking up for him now as he had entered his late 20s; he was more assured with the direction his career was heading. Additionally, a new workout routine had finally started to kick into a higher gear as he began focusing more on weight training, pushing less reps and heavier weights, and feeling more confident with the barbell. A few months prior Patrick was an average weight-height ratio, a true mesomorph, with a little extra love around his chest and hips, but since he began hitting the gym and eating leaner, he was losing weight and seeing more definition in his arms, back, and shoulders. Walking around nude around the locker room was also different, as his shyness was becoming less and less obvious from his early and mid 20s. His chest hair was also starting to grow more dark and curly; he was becoming more manly and less boyish. If he had time after his workout, he’d even stick around in his towel and begin to use the dry sauna, hoping to catch sight of someone joining him or to hook eyes with another gym rat. On an early November morning Patrick had planned his PrEP appointment at the Chelsea health clinic not far from the office. Showing up early he was amongst a bunch of other gay men waiting outside for the doors to open. Patrick was a bit nervous as he wasn’t sure how much time he’d need or how seamless the process would be with the doctor. In no time the doors had opened, and the queue had begun filling in their clipboards with personal information. Finally after nearly an hour and a half, his number was called and was presented to the doctor who’d exchange all the information he needed to begin building up his immunity. Upon finishing up his appointment and heading to his office for the day, he had already begun his daily regimen of the blue pill to become the primal bareback sex fucker he’d been pining for. All Patrick needed to do now was wait for 2 weeks and the games would begin. He kept track every morning how many days left until he’d let his body be consumed by all the new fuck buddies he’d soon be making. Motivated and completely horned by all this activity and excitement about being used, Patrick decided to walk back after work to the west side of town to Chelsea and head to his go-to sex shop, the one with a long blue awning outside and awkward mannequins in the window display. His current bottle of poppers were drying up and needed to refill, but some other purchases could possibly inspire him that day at the store. While he typically didn’t buy much more than a bottle of poppers and silicone lube, Patrick decide to go for his first jockstrap with a thick black waist band and a big pouch to hold all his junk in. Feeling a bit out of place and unsure what he actually wanted, he kept flipping the jocks across the clothing rack rather quickly as if he knew what he wanted, but clearly didn’t come PrEPared. Upon finding something medium size, and simple in design, Patrick brought his selected black jockstrap to the cash register to this cute guy who he recognized before from prior shop visits. This man in his late thirties has a good looking face but not particularly conversational. Patrick gestured to this cashier that he needed a minute to grab some poppers on the shelf behind the line, but instead of grabbing 1 bottle he grabbed 3. 1 bottle he picked up he recognized and 2 were new he hadn’t tried. He felt it was worth investigating further so he asked the cashier “would you recommend these 3?” The cashier took a look at the selection and without hesitation returned “I’d go for the white English one missing the logo, guys say it’s pretty strong”. Looking at the price it was more expensive and in a larger bottle than the others. The value made sense to Patrick so he quickly exchanged one of the 2 new ones for the white bottle and was ready to commit. To Patrick, the stronger the fumes, the better the fucking. “sounds like you’re gonna have one hell of a night”, the cashier said softly as he winked and smiled. Patrick blushed, “well I’m hoping to branch out a bit from the same ones I always get”, proving just how shy Patrick is. He could feel his palms sweat, as the cashier handed him the small stapled paper bag with the poppers and jock. “Have a nice night!” as Patrick scurried out. “You too man!” he could hear from behind. Once home in Harlem Patrick started messaging some guys on BBRT, invigorated by his new purchases and with the renewed sense of certainty that he was getting closer to uninhibited group sex he always desired. One of the guys messaged Patrick, giving him a jolt of horniness and excitement. The message was super basic as you can imagine. “Hey what’s up” this stud wrote. Intrigued by the prospect, Patrick went to his profile to see a guy who was well built, and listing many hot keywords: kissing, sucking, verse, group fun, rimming, 69, undetectable. This guys preferences were practically singing to Patrick as he began envisioning the two of them entwining their bodies together, exchanging their fluids, exchanging saliva and cum, licking each others sweat, huffing and huffing poppers all night. Patrick also saw a coupl emojis: eggplants as usual, but also a mountain and some clouds blowing, which he thought seemed a bit out of context. Without much thought Patrick began edging carefully as he contemplated messaging him back. Patrick thought that this might be someone he could meet up with in the coming days, as his plan was to wait until Friday night after work and see what kind of trouble he could get himself in to. Restraining himself from cumming, Patrick decided to prioritize browsing guys and getting comfortable with what hot profiles his neighborhood could offer. He did not recognize anyone from any prior hookup but potentially there could have been prior messages Patrick had regrettably ghosted in the past. Not this time he thought. Friday finally came, and Patrick felt like a kid waking to a white Christmas morning. Now that he completed his immunization, Patrick would later that night go hunting on BBRT across the entire city, searching for verse and hairy guys who wanted to ram their cocks into cum filled holes. Getting through the day, Patrick hit the NYSC by Park Ave around lunchtime, focusing on his arms and chest. Patrick spent a solid hour and 10 minutes working his body, feeling his testosterone lighten the stress a bit. Looking in the mirror of the locker room Patrick could clearly see the results of today’s routine, recognizing his arms and chest all pink and swollen from the pump of his workout; his face was flushed pink as well. Everyone else in the locker room during the lunch rush minded their business as if it were a normal Friday. After Patrick had returned back to the office, he pursued his remaining tasks before the weekend started. Patrick’s last meeting finished up, and by 6 it was time to leave, catch the D train home to 145th St. and start PrEParing for the night. Patrick was completely spent from the long draining day at work and feeling the exhaustion from his workout, he was feeling more focused on his need for a nap once he got home. Speed walking from the station and from the dark and cold air, Patrick made it home, walked up his quiet and empty apartment, and slipped into bed, setting his alarm for 9:30. Hearing the gentle chimes, Patrick recognized that it was well into his Friday evening and he needed to get a move on. Luckily, Patrick slept solidly and was ready to focus on getting some dinner ready and start cleaning his ass. Patrick had a basic meal ready in no time, accompanied by a few shots of rum. It was strong but would help him relax even further into the night. It was time to hit the shower, taking with him his douche, his new poppers, and his music playlist. The playlist that Patrick had curated was dedicated to deep and seductive beats, a very low energy but could easily put you in a sexual trans. While he didn’t want to take too long cleaning himself, Patrick took the liberty of opening one of his fresh poppers and inhaling the fumes through one of his nostrils, letting the warmth make his body glow. His heart was pounding in his ears as his ass lips were pulsing. Patrick slipped 2 fingers up his ass, feeling the pleasure of something entering his ass and rubbing the walls inside. His cock was full of pulsing blood, making him erect at 8 inches. Fuck. Tonight was going to be a ride. By nearly 10:30 Patrick was fully prepped, and feeling the intensity of his continued use of poppers mixed with the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Patrick could feel the worked muscles from his workout and confident with his looks. Dried off and laying in bed, Patrick opened up BBRT and began exploring all online profiles within a 5 mile radius. The profiles were just incredible; it was a buffet of furry raunchy pigs. It seemed that every block in the city showed somebody online wanting to bareback. Patrick was sweating and he could see clear precum begin to ooze from his erect cut shaft dribble down his mushroom head. Patrick was determined he was going to hit up multiple guys and take each of their loads, allowing them to churn the last pigs shot into him like making butter, slicking his ass with any load he could get. While there were some messages sent from blank profiles, Patrick kept on, sending a handful of messages of his own indicating that he was interested in what the other guys were up to. He soon checked out a profile of a couple in their 40s who lived close to his Harlem apartment. The pictures from their side looked hot!, (although who could know for sure if they were up to date). Some of the photos had them together and some separate. One of the guys a bit tall and somewhat thinner but broad shoulders, while the other guy was a bit more beefy and a chest full of hair. Their account showed active and online, and that they can host, fantastic! Patrick sent a message and waited a bit, and in very little time he got a reply from the couple. For Patrick, this couple would be his priority if they could host and could host NOW. After some quick back and forth, the conversation did not waste any time getting to the matter of position, likes, timing, and phone numbers. Moving to text, the couple sent the address and let Patrick head on over. Slipping on the new jockstrap, warm clothes and a shoulder bag with his new sex supplies, Patrick would show up on their brownstone doorstep within 15 minutes. After being buzzed in and walking up to the third floor, Patrick could hear their apartment front door open with a low voice call him in to greet him. Seeing the guys head peek out, the taller partner welcomed Patrick with a warm tone to his voice, covering his mostly naked body with the front door. “I’m Mike, great to see you Patrick” Mike closed the door behind Patrick and were facing each other, with Mike only wearing short briefs. Looking at his face Patrick recognized him from the photos very clearly and was relieved to see that his photos were accurate. Entering their apartment, Patrick was met with the smell of burning incense and low lit colorful lighting, and a warm air temperature. Patrick scanned the room trying to gauge the layout and if the partner was around. “You look incredibly fucking hot, this is going to be a lot of fun” Mike closed in on Patrick. Given that everything was meeting Patrick’s immediate expectations he was relaxed to give Mike a smile and a brief embrace. “Thanks for having me over so quickly you look hot yourself” Patrick returned. Mike continued to gaze into Patrick’s eyes. At this point, a sound from the kitchen could be heard as the partner, wearing a tank and briefs, came around the corner holding what appeared to be Gatorades. “Hey there kiddo I’m Ben” the shorter partner said. Mike looked at Ben with a devilish grin as Ben came up to Patrick, giving him an amicable hug to gesture his welcome. “So how long have you lived in Harlem? I don’t think I’ve seen you much online or at anybody else’s house before” Ben said “Yeah I’ve been in this area four years actually, I just don’t log on too often” Patrick replied, taking off his coat and placing the bag to the floor. “Well we’re looking forward to getting to know you better” Said Mike, smiling Small chat continued briefly about the apartment, helping Patrick ease into the environment, and the hosts were gracious to help him get comfortable. “Water?” Ben asked, heading back to the kitchen “Yes that would be great thank you. By the way I picked up some fresh poppers I hope that’s something we could try if you’re interested” “Thanks for bringing them! We can’t get enough of them. We have some new ones too so we should be in good company” said Ben Mike ushered Patrick, “come follow me Patrick. And hey, Ben? Can you also grab the other supplies?” Mike led Patrick thru the living room down their hallway, opening the door a bit further to Mike and Ben’s bedroom, more dimly lit and curtains sealing the windows. A projector was also showing incredible porn with the volume at a decent level. There was also a laptop in the middle of the bed and several cups on their dresser right near the bed. Patrick was excited but nervous, recognizing that things were gonna start heating up. “This is our room, now don’t be shy you can have a seat in the bed let me grab some candy we picked up from the deli” Patrick removed his shoes and socks, took a spot on the bed and watched as Ben came in with the Gatorade and gummy bears from the kitchen. Mike came over to Patrick and proceeded to deeply kiss him from the edge of the bed. “Let’s take this off shall we” Mike said looking into Patrick’s eyes and running his fingers across his waist. Before long, Patrick had pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head and revealed his chest. Ben had now reappeared in the doorway, focusing on their new guest as Mike took Patrick’s shirt and laid it on a side chair. Patrick’s heart was racing but was more excited than nervous. “Oh let me grab my bag in the living room” Patrick got up and headed down the hall. Grabbing his bag, Patrick returned down the hall half naked and reentered the bedroom. Ben had taken to the bed having removed his short as Mike was going through the drawers looking for something. Ben gestured to Patrick to come meet him in bed, and Patrick responded by unbuttoning his pants and exposing his black jockstrap and his hairy legs. “WOOF you’re gonna make us wild tonight, bring that ass over here!” Mike called. Climbing into the bed, Patrick dove straight into Ben and began making out aggressively, tongue locked and feeling their bodies press against each other. They could feel each others muscles and firm and warm bodies comfortably come together as they started to suck each others necks. “ would you like to try on any of our gear? We have tube socks and a harness if you’d like, I’m gonna put mine on” Mike said. Patrick chimed “ I’d love to sure “ returning to Ben, as Ben licked his pecks. Patrick’s set of gear was handed to him and he quickly figured out how the back pieces crossed and how his arms would feed through. Patrick could hear the poppers open as Ben inhaled long in each nostril. Ben looked like he entered Pleasure Island as he sat back against the headboard, took a pause to let the warmth run through his body. Patrick climbed back to Ben, facing him with his ass facing Mike. In moments, Patrick could feel the third person join the bed and began rimming his ass. Mike cradled Patrick’s dick as Mike licked upwards to the base, back toward his hole. Mike's tongue circled and circled, while he stroked Patrick’s dick slowly and tenderly. And then SLAP - against Patrick’s ass. Ben and Patrick continued licking each others tongues and exchanging saliva. Their hands cupping around each others ears to stabilize each other and holding each other firmly. Mike was now sucking on Patrick’s ass hole as the inner ass muscles were relaxed. Ben grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it to Patrick’s nostrils. “Five seconds each kiddo, we’re gonna all take a turn and get flying” Ben said. Patrick complied, letting each nostril fill with the amyl fumes, reaching his blood vessels and through his body. It was ecstasy, and Patrick took a third hit before passing the bottle to Mike. Mike inhaled twice in each nostril before capping the bottle and throwing the poppers on to the bed. “Want a cock ring? Might be fun if you haven’t used one” Ben asked me. “Yeah I’ve never used one but I’ll take one if you’ve got an extra” Patrick replied. Ben scurried off the bed and went to the dresser. Sitting back against the pillows, Patrick and Mike faced each other before colliding into each others arms and started licking each others chest. Patrick could taste Mike's salty body, letting his lips suck at Mike's treasure trail, down into his crotch. Patrick proved more dominant and pushed Mike back to expose Mike's mast. Immediately Patrick began feasting on his meat, roughly 7 inches long but pretty fat. Each of them slipped on their elastic and colorful rings. Patrick felt like it wasn’t completely necessary for his already hard dick but felt comfortable with the pressure on his balls. Before continuing Patrick grabbed some water and rehydrated. Ben, applied lube to Mike's cock and said, “wanna ride him first? And I face fuck you?” Without hesitation Patrick swung his legs on both sides of Mike to straddle him as he lined up Mike's dick right up to his loose fuck hole. Letting Patrick control the dick invasion, the slick cock pushed through Patrick’s ass lips and began to slide slowly through, letting out a low and deep moan. Ben already had the poppers ready for Patrick, as Patrick took a longer huff in each nostril. Once Patrick was sitting at the root of Mike’s throbbing dick, he let Mike's meat adjust in his warm soft cunt and settle in its new home, until he slowly begun riding back and forth like a jockey, rocking and milking themselves; Patrick pinning down Mike's elbows, and their rhythm maintaining a good pace. Ben climbed over Mike's face, giving his partner access to his sweet furry cunt, and Patrick access to his swollen uncut rod. Ben could now lean forward and grip Patrick’s hips, massaging his back muscles and lightly dig his fingernails up and down. It left red marks but not in a painful way. Patrick was quietly working Ben’s growing hard-on as Mike sucked his partners hairy ball sack. The moaning of all three of them continued as the porn from the projector continued through the queue of scenes. Now you could hear the bed beginning to squeak just a bit but ultimately the bed contained these pigs pretty well. Their heat was warming up the room and Patrick was in the center of the action. Their sweat had made his skin slick, and occasionally requiring he push back his bangs. “Hey wanna try something stronger? We wanna see if you’d like to try something that’s similar to poppers but lasts more than just a couple minutes. It’s definitely stronger and we have a bunch we wanna share with ya” Patrick’s eyes lit up. Hearing that it was similar to poppers was what Patrick was hoping to hear and this couple was fulfilling his needs. Continuing to ride Mike, Patrick agreed “fuck yeah I want you to take me beyond the limit” “Trust us you’re gonna love it. It’s gonna be a good time” Ben said in an enthusiastic way, emphasizing the last sentence. Mike looked to Ben and Ben got to the bedside table and got three big shot glasses already pre poured with what looked like a red Gatorade cocktail. “What’s in that?” Patrick asked. “Some really good shit. You’re gonna feel incredibly cock hungry and you’ll want more. Start with this dosage and see how you feel after 30 minutes.” Ben said. Stopping for a moment for Mike to pull over and sit upright, Mike grabbed a shot glass and handed one to Patrick and Ben grabbed Mike a glass and one for himself. “See ya on the other side kiddo”

I played with a hottie a few months back. We each slid the same rod into each others eurethra and sounded back and forth. Was one of the most intense experiences ever

My problem is that I can never find anyone as twisted and verbal as I am.

Agree

Monday. A neighbor had a Labor Day pool party at his place, which turned into a fuck fest, natch. Knowing him fairly well, I tucked a folded up swim suit into my pocket, thinking I wouldn't need it .... turned out I didn't. Oh - the food was good too ....

It feels good to be a slut

Totally agree. Fukk yeah 😈💦🐷

Fags? You must be a troll.

I’m with @bouncybttm, it’s all about perspective. If someone’s calling me a slut in a derogatory context I’m going to move on. I have no interest wasting time trying to convince a puritanical guy to fuck me. If a guy is calling me a slut because he knows how wet and thirsty a slut hole i am I will def get into it. I usually ramp up the slut talk till I’m slamming down balls deep on his cock. Some guys think they want a slut but lose interest when they find out how far I go and how many loads been in me. Mostly it ends with him nuttin in me tho. I self identify as a slut because I want y’all to kno I will take any dick and beg for every load. Tag teams, gang fucks, and sex trains are what I expect when I link.

Another aspect that hasn't been mentioned yet, is that asking for pics is frequently part of the online foreplay. Unfortunately in many cases the guys that exchange numerous messages including pictures, are the same guy that in a real life physical hookup venue want to talk your ear off while engaging in some teasing and light petting, but usually never gets around to actually fucking or in most cases even sucking.

If it's a couple, getting fucked by one while sucking the 2nd is great; especially if it gets the cock in my mouth so worked up that he wants to be my 2nd breeding load.

You need to visit. Can text anytime Jim 865.719.7914

I love muscular feet that are beefy and sweaty but clean with trimmed nails. i love sucking a guys toes while I fuck him on his back

Texas has been blocked! BTW, the state is so bad even Republicans don't like it… https://www.lgbtqnation.com/2023/08/gay-former-trump-official-shocked-by-republican-partys-latest-anti-lgbtq-move/

Most of family doesn't know. Like the men (uncles, older cousins, etc.) my parents. But my sister def knows and few of my other cousins are aware. Most of my friends know I'm a slut. I get and have gotten so much "straight dyck" due to my friends and my sister's friends knowing that I'm a slut. Word travels within a group of friends that I keep my mouth shut, don't put your business out there, give good head, and good bussy lol.

"You wanna get gangbanged?" I had barely logged into the app when the message flashed onto my screen. My hole was hungry, itching to be stretched and filled. So naturally, I responded. "Fuck yes." "Cool," came the reply, followed by three different dick pics. None appeared to be shorter than seven or eight inches. Two were big black cocks, one cut and one uncut with just the right amount of foreskin. The third was white, cut and smooth and girthy. My saliva glands instantly went into overdrive. I sent back a couple of pics of my ass, including my favorite - the one taken by a guy after he and his friend bred me one night in a hotel room in NYC. It captured the moment that both of their loads started leaking out of my gaped hole. I used it as a signal that I was into bottoming bare. "Where and when?" I asked. It turned out that the guy who contacted me had a room at a hotel just around the corner from my place. Talk about kismet! He told me his friends were on their way, and would be there within the half hour. Perfect - just enough time for me to shower and get ready. Before I did, though, I had to ask. "You guys fuck raw or covered?" "Raw is law," he replied, a grinning devil face emoji punctuating his response. I set my phone down and headed to the bathroom to prep, hoping that when I picked it up again the message would not have disappeared. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded. Not only had he messaged again to let me know his friends had arrived, he had included the room number and told me to knock when I arrived. I quickly dressed and responded to him. "Give me 5-10 minutes." Not waiting for his reply, I slipped my feet into some shoes, grabbed my poppers and a small tube of lube and headed out the door. The light at the end of my street seemed to take for-fucking-ever to turn green, but at last I swung my car out onto the main road, and after less than a half-mile I turned into the hotel parking lot. I found a spot and cut the motor. My stomach was in knots with nervous anticipation. I took a hit from my brown bottle to calm them. I felt my heart rate tick up as a warm glow spread across my body and my head got a little fuzzy. Taking out my phone, I sent him a message. "Parked. Coming up." I walked purposefully through the hotel lobby, throwing a polite nod at the desk staff as I passed. It had been years since I had been to this particular hotel to hook up with anyone, but my feet knew their way and in no time I was in the elevator, on my way to what I hoped would be an amazing afternoon. I took another hit from my brown bottle as I stepped off the elevator, momentarily steadying myself against the corridor wall as they took effect. The room turned out to be a suite at the far end of the hall. With my heart in my throat, I knocked as instructed. The door opened, but whoever was behind it remained hidden. The room was dark; the blackout curtains had been drawn. The only light came from the TV, to which someone was casting bareback porn from their phone or laptop. "Strip and get on the bed," a disembodied voice instructed from the corner of the room. "We want you ass up." As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out the silhouette of a set of double French doors leading to the bedroom. Stepping inside, I took off my clothes, grabbed my poppers and lube and climbed on the bed, my ass in the air pointed toward the door. "Turn around," said the voice. "We wanna watch the TV while we breed you." An odd request, but I was so fucking horny that I readily complied. I spun around so that my ass was now pointed toward the headboard. Anyone pounding my hole would be able to clearly see what was on the TV on the opposite wall. So I was to be a cock sleeve they used to get off in while they watched porn. That didn't hurt my feelings one little bit. I took a huff from my brown bottle as a shadow approached my face. My mouth was at the perfect height and the cock slid right in, working its way to the back of my throat. This was the uncircumsized one and it was delicious! As he worked past my gag reflex I stuck out my tongue and tasted the saltiness of his balls. The bed moved and I felt someone getting behind me. I heard the click of a bottle - so they wouldn't need my lube - and then the familiar pressure of a cock head pressing on my sphincter. I had no way of knowing which of the other guys it was, but as my hole opened willingly to let him in, I felt the walls of my rectum stretch wide. He did not stop until his lower abdomen met my ass cheeks. He was balls deep. The two friends matched their rhythms as they spit-roasted me. The cock in my mouth slid out of my throat as the one in my ass slid deep, then as the one in my ass pulled out the one in my mouth slid back in. In my mind I pictured the old weather vane on my grandfather's garage, the one with two sawyers holding a huge saw that went back and forth in time with the wind. "Fuck, I'm gonna nut already," said the one in my mouth. "let me in there." His friend obliged, slipping out of my ass and moving over to allow his friend to take over. "Ready to get knocked up?" he asked. "Fuck yeah," I replied breathlessly. I took the opportunity to huff from my brown bottle again since my face was unencumbered. As my head swam, I felt that big uncut cock slide balls deep. he gripped my hips like he was afraid he might fall off, and after a couple of big thrusts I felt his cock spasm. He was filling my guts with his cum. At last the spasms subsided and I felt him slide out. "Let me clean you off," I said to him. Without a word, he got off the bed and positioned his now-deflating cock at my mouth again. I sucked in the entire length, savoring the taste of cum and ass and working my tongue under his foreskin to make sure I got every last drop. As I was administering to him, his friend once again got behind me and slid his cock into my now cum-slick hole. "Oh, fuck that feels good," he moaned. "What an ass. My turn to knock it up." My poppers-addled brain suddenly keyed on the phrase he used. He didn't say he was going to breed my hole. He said 'knock it up'. Between the moans escaping my lips I managed to ask, "Are you guys poz?" "Yeah," he affirned. "But you're on PrEP, so it's cool." Except I wasn't on PrEP. That was a bald-faced lie that I included on every one of my online profiles. There was a reason I always ask if guys fuck raw. And there's a reason I don't ask about diseases or HIV status before I fuck someone. Because I wanted it. I had been desperate to join the poz brotherhood for nearly a decade. I wanted the virus with every fiber of my being. I had been used by hundreds of men, most of them bareback, and willingly taken their loads in my pursuit. But it had all been in vain. Until today. Disguising my excitement, I said as deadpan as I could,, "Yeah, that's cool. It's not for me to refuse a load." "Damn right," said the voice from the living room. "Cum dumps don't get a say." The guy behind me quickened his pace and I knew another breeding was imminent. I was about to take my second toxic load of the day. I could barely contain myself! The grip on my hips tightened and the telltale spasms told me he was now adding his load to the first. I squeezed tight, partly to milk every last drop from his balls and partly to make sure none spilled when he pulled out. He began to go soft and began sliding out. I bore down on my sphincter muscles. "Fuck, that's some grip!" he uttered. "Amazing." Before I had a chance to tell him I wanted to clean him off, his cock was in my face. I greedily took it in my mouth to the root, working my tongue all around to clean him thoroughly. At last he pulled away, spent. I had never felt so wantonly slutty in my entire life. I had to have more cock - and there was still one to be had. "Ready for me?" asked the third man, who I could now see had been watching from a chair in the corner of the other room. I took another hit from my brown bottle and replied, "Yessss, please." It was more of a plea than an answer. I wanted his load, and I was prepared to shamelessly beg for it. "Even if my viral load is over seven hundred thousand?" He asked teasingly. "Yessss, God yessss!" I responded. "I need your poz load in my guts with the others!" "You gotta suck me to get me hard first," he said, getting up from the chair. I could just make out his cock, swaying as he walked toward me. It was the white guy. His cock was as long soft as it appeared to be hard. He approached, and for the third time that day I opened my mouth for a poz cock. Suddenly I felt something hard bump against my teeth. As I took him further into my mouth I could taste metal. I felt around with my tongue - a PA! It had been years since I had been fucked by a pierced cock. My first experience had been one of pleasure, then pain, then intensely pleasurable pain. That guy, too, had bred me, and I had hoped at the time that he might be injecting a toxic load when he came, but alas if he was it never took. Here was another chance. I worked his cock like a pro, using my lips and tongue to get him rock hard. It swelled in my mouth until I could barely wrap my lips around the shaft. I couldn't wait to see what he did to my ass once he got inside! His PA was a thick gauge, a three-quarter loop with round balls on each end. I didn't have to wait long. "Hey guys, come hold him," he instructed the others. He got on the bed and pushed me down so I was laying on my stomach. The other two got on the bed, one on each side of me, outstretched my arms and pinned them so I couldn't move. He pushed my legs together and then straddled me, holding my legs closed with his calves. I felt that huge cock slapping my ass cheeks as he got himself ready. I felt him slide between my cheeks and connect with my cum-drooling hole. Then he pushed his way in. It felt as though he was penetrating me with a hot curling iron. I cried and bucked as he split me open and the big metal ring tore at my insides. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I found myself wishing that I had quit while I was ahead. "Hold him!" he barked as my arms flailed beneath his companions. "He wants this virus, he's gonna fuckin' get it!" He worked his shaft deeper and deeper into my rectum as it spasmed in protest. I shudder to think about how it might have felt had I not already had two loads inside me to ease his entry. But at last, he was fully inside. He paused a moment, holding still as I willed myself to relax. "My poppers!" I cried. One of the other guys found them on the bed and uncapped them, holding the bottle under each nostril while pressing the other closed. I took two mighty breaths, huffing as much as I could into my lungs and into my blood stream. Only then did I feel my muscles begin to relax around his huge shaft. "There you go," he said. "Now you're ready." He began to thrust, slowly at first and then more and more quickly. The pain died away as my mind went numb from the combination of poppers and his assault. "Gonna make sure you get knocked up!" he said, his breath coming more quickly. "This hole is fucking great. You're gonna make me shoot in no time!" 'No time' took considerably longer than I hoped. I cried and whimpered as he hammered my hole time and again, working that high viral load out of his balls. I grit my teeth and resolved to take it; I had been chasing this dream for far too long for me to back away now. The pain, I reassured myself, would be worth the reward. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" he bellowed. My sphincter was stretched as wide as it would go and my muscles were all numb, so this time there was no squeezing his shaft. When he came he rammed his cock balls-deep into me and froze, moaning in pleasure as he added to the toxic brew already inside me. He collapsed on top of me for a moment before finally climbing off me. His friends released my arms and as he pulled out, I swear I felt the cool room air rush inside my massive gape. Like the others, he brought his cock to my lips so I could clean it off. This time I tasted cum and ass mixed with blood. His piercing had done what it was supposed to do. "Now, before you get up, I have a present for you," he said. He turned and caught something thrown to him by one of the other guys. "A souvenir, if you will." He held it in such a way that I could see what it was in the dim light: a large butt plug, the base of which was inscribed with the biohazard symbol. He slid it into my ass until it was firmly lodged in place. "Don't take that out for twelve to twenty-four hours," he said. "When you do, you'll be a new man." With that I got up off the bed, pulling my clothes back on. I wondered for a moment if anyone in the lobby would be able to see the shape of the plug's base through my shorts, but decided I really didn't care. I had three poz loads brewing inside me. It was time to go home and do as I had been instructed - leave them in there as long as possible to allow the virus to take hold. The short drive home was an uncomfortable one, but I managed to get into the house and up to my bedroom. Kicking off my shoes, I fell face-first on the bed, exhausted from the poppers and all the abuse I had taken - the wonderful, amazing abuse that I hoped was about to start a new chapter for me. My daily routine went on as it always had - eat, sleep, work, repeat. I never saw my gifter or his friends on the app again, despite checking every blank profile that appeared. Then about three and a half weeks after my encounter, I came down with a cold. Hoping that it meant the gift had taken, I waited a few more weeks - an impossibly long time given my level of excitement - and got tested. After a decade of trying everything, my dream had finally come true. I was a member of the brotherhood at last.

Not to mention freezing it, kills everything. Best to go the old fashioned route, lots of strangers, never a condom and no questioned asked. It’s more satisfying that way too

Since you said dick here's mine.

The Party Guest 3 So the past couple months I've attended a bareback party "for negs" that as I told you is really a conversion party for negs to poz. I found out the first time that the host was really poz and charging up all the guests, including myself. The second month I found out he had doctored my test and allowed me to attend and seed and be seeded even though I had been pozzed at the first party. Well, the host was right. I haven't been able to stop fucking my wife. In fact, quite the opposite, she's actually wondering what's got into me because I am horny all the time. I don't know anything for sure yet but the other day she mentioned she felt like she was coming down with the flu. So anyway I just got the invite for this month's party and as soon as I saw it in my inbox I was definitely boned. When I got to the party it was the same setup as usual, 9 guys including myself and the host. This time they were all guys who had attended in past months. Pedro, Jordan, Bill, Nguen, Tyrell, Juan and Mark. He said like in past months that if a guy tests neg he can attend the party but if it was poz he couldn't. The host proceeded to test each of the guys and once he had swabbed us all he announced that this had never happened before, but we had all tested Poz. All the other guys but me looked surprised, with wide eyes, dropped jaws and flushed... I tried to put on a show of mock confusion even though I knew. The host then said, "Well, I guess this is now a POZ only party" as he showed that his test too was Poz. I was surprised when none of the guests left... Instead the host turned on the music and before I knew it, Tyrell and Pedro came after me, pushing me down, Tyrell behind me and Pedro in front... spit roasting me. The whole room was full of full on wanton bare man sex the whole night. Nobody had to worry anymore... I went home later that night with my ass torn up worse than even previous parties... but all the more excited to see my wife... and all the more ready for next month's party... It should be interesting to see who shows up now that it will be a poz only party from the beginning.

Oh I want it. Why are so few guys into throat fucking?

Chapter 8 I looked into dads eyes. He held my gaze and our eyes locked onto each other. The pain was sharp and I wanted it to end but looking at dad stopped me from resisting any further. I was safe. This was my dad. He was going to take care of me. But he had the head of his cock inside me. My dad. But all the hits from the pipe and the bottle made it easy to put those thoughts to the side and focus on what we were here for. Fucking. The pain was new though and I noticed that my cock was soft because of it. "Take deep breaths in and out. It will make this easier ok? I'm not going to hurt you son." He was hurting me now but I did as he said and took a deep breath in through my nostrils and then let it go out of my mouth. "That's it son. Just like that." I took another deep breath in. When I let it go, dad pushed more of his cock inside me. The pain went from sharp to something more like intense pressure in my hole. As he pushed his cock deeper, I could feel my hole stretching for it. My exhale came with a sigh of pleasure at the end. Dad closed his eyes tight like he was in pain but it seemed to pass quickly. He opened his eyes and looked back down at me. "You are so tight son. I almost came you feel so good. Are you ok?" I nodded first. "Yeah dad" I whispered. "Are you all the way in?" Dad chuckled. He grabbed my hand and pulled it down to his cock. There was still so much of it left! I wrapped my hand around the base of dads cock and thats when I realized. I looked over to where the bowl where the pipe was laying. "Uh dad do we need a condom?" He smiled at the question. "That's the beauty of what we're doing Coop. You trust me right? Do you trust your dad?" I nodded again. "Son I want your first time to be as pure and natural as it ever will be. This first time should be raw son. Nothing between you and your dad. What you feel pushing in you son," he began pushing more of his cock into me, "is your dad's bare cock going deeper into the hole I made." My eyes went wide at those words. I hadnt thought about it that way. He made me. I always knew that, sure, but right now as we were getting as close as two people could, it hit me that I was losing my virginity to the man who brought me into the world. That should have made me feel at least confused but I noticed that my cock was hard as steel again as I stroked it and moaned softly. "Yeah? Is it starting to feel good son? You like how your dads cock feels inside you?" Again, I nodded. "Youre inside me dad. You feel....oh dad....feels...so deep." His eyes widened at those words and suddenly I felt him thrust deep in me and I heard and felt his balls slap against my ass. I lost my breath for a second as my body took on the force of dads thrust. I closed my eyes and tried not to make it look like the shock also came with pain. I could feel the fullness of dads cock in me. "Now son. Now I'm all the way deep inside you. You have all of your dads cock up in you son. Raw. Just as its supposed to be." I nodded still working to breathe away the pain. He held himself there propped up above me. I could tell he was giving me time to work this out. And after a couple of deep breaths, it was just the pressure again. Something must have shown in my face because as I relaxed more, dad brought the weight of his body back down on top of mine and whispered in the ear closer to the wall, "You feel so good Coop. I love you so much son." "I love you too dad" I whimpered. Dad pressed his lips to mine and we began making out again, our passion and love all in that kiss. "So fucking hot" I heard one of the guys say, reminding me that we werent alone. Having dad pop my cherry was so intense I almost forgot the three guys watching. I tried to look over through my peripheral vision and couldnt make out any real details but it was clear that they were totally focused on us. We were putting on a show. Me and my dad letting guys watch our incestuous act. All this running in my brain while dad and I were making out somehow made me even harder and I felt dad press himself harder against me and inside me like he wanted to get even deeper. I met his weight by pushing up against him and wrapping my legs around his waist again. Thats when I felt him start to rock inside me. Slow at first not pulling out much but gradually working into a slow rhythm of fucking. The pressure was subsiding now and I was starting to feel him hit what must have been the spot he rubbed when he fingered me. His cock had found it and it made me moan when dads raw thickness brushed up against it. Dad lifted himself onto his knees not altering his speed. Keeping it steady and long. He was pulling almost all the way out and leaving only the head in and then slowly pushing back balls deep into me. It almost felt like a tease. I didnt want him to pull out but that motion would get that spot. "You guys like what you see?" I looked at the guys and they didnt need words to answer dads question. The look on all of their faces I figured out later was need. Dad and I were experiencing something they wouldnt be able to. This was special and this was probably the closest they were ever going to come to incest, to family sex that was this loving and connected. "My sons hole is so tight, wrapping around my raw cock." He leaned back slightly and Grant came closer to the bed getting a close up look at dads cock slowly pushing back into me and causing me to moan in pleasure. His huge cock was dripping pre cum as he stroked it. Seeing dad inside my hole he hissed a long "fuuuuuuck." "Dad your cock feels so good." I wanted to help dad with what he was doing by making things dirty and twisted the way all these guys seemed to like it. I did get a reaction but they were grunts from the guys. They were beyond words now. "Yeah son?" We weren't whispering anymore. "Your hole feels so good around my raw cock. You are so beautiful son." "You made me dad." And even though we were doing this for the guys, it was still working on us and that definitely worked on dad as his face turned just then. He looked like he was focusing, concentrating really hard, and he sped up his fucking too. "Oh fuck son. My beautiful son. Perfect...fuck...fuck...I'm gonna...oh I'm close son." He unwrapped my legs and pulled them up bent at the knees so my feet were planted against his chest. As his thrusts got faster he kept hitting that spot over and over and it was getting me to my edge too. "Dad youre hitting that....oh dad....youre gonna...make...me...cum too dad." "Let me see that load son. Spray that cum everywhere son! I'm gonna breed you son. You want that? You want the cum that made you shooting deep in you son?" "Yeah dad! Fuck the cum out of me dad! Breed your son dad I want that cum dad!" And that did it. My cock just started spraying rope after rope of cum, my body just convulsing and losing total control. I was only stable on the bed because at the same time, dad thurst hard into me and I could feel his full weight pressed against my hole as he screamed out with his head tilted back "I'm cumming in you son. Take this load of the cum that fucking made you!" I swear guys in the hall would have been able to hear it. Dad stayed in that position while he came what seemed at least as big a load as mine. His body kept spazzing too up against my hole. It was so hot realizing that dad was shooting his cum in me. I hadnt ever thought about that before. Dad had taken my virginity. When he finally came out of his cum haze he leaned back down and lay on top of me making out. I was still coming down from my own orgasm, easily the biggest and best I had ever had before. And it was dad who gave it to me. I wrapped my arms around him. I was in love with this man. Yes, the way a son should love a dad but also in love with him. I didnt want to leave this moment in my life. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen" I heard Luke say. Dad and I turned to them and saw that they were still stroking their cocks. Either they came and stayed hard or hadnt cum yet. I didnt see any cum but mine in the room. Some of my ropes of cum hit the wall next to and behind the bed. Dad turned from them back to me. "You up for more?"

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Part 10 ; I walked pup on his lead, and guided him to which bowl was where, as he was still blindfolded. Clearly thirsty as he lapped up his Tea in no time. And a very hungry pup as he gobbled his Master fry up, with a side of Son cum, in a flash too. - Someone was a hungry and thirsty pup - Yes Master. I needed that. Thank you very much Master. - You're welcome pup. Good boy. Now for some last minute preparations, for your big moment. First of all, I'm gonna shave your head - What? NO. I love my hair. Please don't! Still on all 4's after eating his breakfast, I got my paddle, took him by his jaw, gobbed in his face and slapped it, then stood over his back with my legs either side of him, and started to flog him, and HARD! He began to whimper. - Sorry Master. I disobeyed you didn't I. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. Please forgive your loyal pup Master ... * I gave him a couple more HARD thwacks* - You are learning boy, you'll get there, eventually I sat him on a seat, and shaved his head, maneuvering the Blindfold straps at certain points in the cut. Fuck, what a cute little skinhead I now have on my hands! I then prepared for him to have a few enemas, and instructed him to breath deeply through his nose and out with his mouth if he had any cramping. They got rid of a load of shit, making the coast completely clear! ? Now for the final part to his training; I took his Fist Mitts off, and lay him in the sling. I restrained his ankles, but not his wrists. - I am not restraining your wrists as I am allowing you to take hits of poppers as and when you need them. Can Master trust you not to take your blindfold off? - Yes Master, I promise. I will abide by your instructions - Good boy pup I gave him a bottle of poppers. Got myself completely naked, and sat on a stool at the end of the sling. I was immediately super HARD. I opened up his cunT with a speculum so wide that his first hit of poppers was required. I widened the speculum further again. His cunT now completely gaping. I blew my warm breath up his hole, which made him quivver and groan with delight. I then squirted a syringe load of lube inside his cunT, slowly closing the speculum, and release. For the next few hours I used an array of toys on him with plenty of extra lube, going from small to large. He was now opening up very nicely. And now he was even getting into playing with his very sore tits. It was now time for his Masters FFist! I got upto my knuckles. Another hit of poppers, and bam, I was in! Each time I went in I twisted and turned, and punched FFisted him internally. - OH Master, that feels so good, what are you doing down there. - Glad you like it boy, that's your Master's FFist in your cunT! - OH God, it feels so fucking GREAT. Now for his final exam! I got a toothbrush, inserted it inside his cunT, and gave him the good old fashioned brush treatment. - OoowwwCh *Grunt* ... Owwww ... He immediately suppressed his desire to say 'Please stop', and gritted his teeth through his grunts. I could tell he wanted me to stop, but, just a few more minutes of a good decent hard brushing and we'd be done. I took the brush out, and Fuck YEAH, there was blood on it alright! Now it was time to get my toxic slab of Fuck-Meat into his sweet neg cunT. I slid in balls deep, took a hold of the sling chains, and began my final descent into the pits of hell, taking him with me, of course! ?? I immediately took a fast steady rhythm, and fucked him good and solidly for a good half hour, and then, oh dear, I found myself getting close. So, I stopped for a moment. I leaned forward, and took his Blindfold off, so he'd be seeing his Master for the first time, just before the moment I would infecT him. - Oh Master, you are so handsome. It is so good to see what you look like, finally - Thank you pup. I am now about to complete your training, by cumming inside of you, giving you what you want, and what you fucking deserve! That was it, I was ready to blow in the next few minutes. I suddenly went from holding my Death-shaft inside of him completely still, to pounding his cunt hard, and really fucking fast! ~ No mercy! - Oh Fuck pup, I am gonna fucking cum - I don't know if we should be doing this ... *He started to look concerned, and vulnerable* - OH Fuck, I caaaan't STOP ... Only earlier he said he wanted infecTing, and now, doubt had set in. - FUUUUHHHCCCC-Kk ... I caaaan't STOP, I'm cumming, I'm cumming .... The combination of his continuing internal conflict, and his vulnerable expression is all it took to thrust my new sub onto his brand new path in life, and my nasTy toxic weapon throbbed and twitched as it began to expel my highly charged, unmedicated, filthy poz cum As I continued to grunt, I looked at him, and he looked back, simply bewildered? - Oh God, what have I done I was still dealing with the end of my orgasm, so was in no place to answer. Once spent, I rocked my hips, grinding in my very special toxic poz juice, into his bleeding cunT - Oh Yeah, that was fucking HOT! I think what you have done boy, is owned who you really are; A nasTy toxic fuck pig! ☠️