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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.

Thie following story is fictitious with a mix of fantasy and a smattering of actual events. It is an elaboration of a story I read years ago but I have personalized it. It combines the passion of two men having passionate sex with the mechanism of the ultimate bonding. I’m on my back in the dirt, my shorts off, my legs up in the air and the black guy I just cruised in the park with the huge dick is pumping my ass like he is possessed. I have no idea if he is poz or not. We never discussed condoms or status and I was just happy that his raw dick is going balls deep into my negative ass. I quickly forgot about the risks when I first saw his penis, as all I thought about was how good it would feel inside me. But tonight is different, as that unbeknownst to me that BBC inside me is going to spew a toxic load into my tender ass and start my conversion. When I first spotted him on the trail I thought he might just be a good-looking guy on the down low looking for a blow job. But after I sucked his cock for a while I stood up and reached over to kiss him. To my surprise he reciprocated with his tongue exploring my mouth as our lips locked passionately. I was soon back on my knees sucking him deeply thinking about how perfect his beautiful 8” fat dick would feel fucking me. As I continued to suck his huge cock, I looked up and asked if he would fuck me. He smiled and nodded yes. I took my shorts off and got on my back on the ground, legs up. I wet my ass with my spit, hit my poppers to relax my hole as he began to open me up. I was still too dry so I sat up and slobbered my mouth over his dick to wet it as much as possible. I laid back down and he began sliding deeper inside me. As he fucked me I was in ecstasy. His dick felt so much a part of me as his fucking became, harder and more intense. I’m not poz yet, but I am now seconds away from infection and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. All the efforts of him ramming his cock into my ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert me has started. His prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begins to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to the mucus membranes in my shit chute. I know the feeling of a cock swelling for orgasm and I can feel it getting bigger inside me as the tube inside his fills with that potentially lethal mix. Every thrust of his cock goes deeper. It doesn’t hurt but the pressure is intense as he penetrates my second hole. I told him how good it felt and how I wanted his nut inside me. His breathing is getting more rapid and he begins groaning with his thrusts deeper and more violent as we both enjoy the feel of his ever more engorged cock. His tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives but they will only die in the dark dank reaches of my queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well, most of them carrying the virus that will soon infect my body. Suddenly he shouts FUCK!, and moves into the next phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start swiftly moving toward his cock head. His jizz is near his hard tapered cockhead and the state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching his glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. He’s groaning louder and kissing me deep as I feel is dick expanding further. His work is nearly done as the tensing of those cock control systems expel the shot with great force, as much as 80 miles per hour. All I know is that I’m enjoying a great fuck and I know this incredibly hot black man is about to explode into my willing ass. The HIV rich semen has been launched and will soon be residing in my ass. Now the filthy load is out of the tip of his cock and free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat and it hits me. The virus is now mine; it is in my ass. I can’t say I actually feel his fluids shooting in me, but I am experiencing a fullness that is overwhelming…His semen is filling me as he continues to spasm and shooting his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole increasing the points of contact giving the virus more opportunities to infect me as wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. The deed is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, and his cock begins to soften. He has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into my ass and then smeared it for maximum effect. Finally, he withdraws, and it is now up to the virus and the receptiveness of my ass. The brutal fucking damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of my ass-cunt and my body is ready to accept its fate. The infection begins. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside me begins offloading its passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in my shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump I take, but the HIV causing virus is very happy as my warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of my rectum make it easy to move in and they begin gathering together, replicating and preparing to wage a war on my immune system. A war they will win. A few months later I will get that test result I was not expecting. But for now, I have no idea that the war was started, all I know is that I’m lying in the dirt, cum in my ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a matter of days until the war has been won and I’m HIV+. I had no clue what has just happened. I have just been pozzed.

I had been getting back to the gym and training for the last month (still a long way to go but started) and was quite sore with my neck and shoulders taking most of the strain. So thought I would treat myself to a massage. Looked online and saw a new add nearby so I could walk there. I love a sensual filthy massage, but this time I needed a real proper rubdown, so focused on legit therapeutic masseur this time. Add said recently moved to town and looking for new and regular clients. Nothing to indicate anything sexual or similar. Perfect. I really needed a proper rub down to release some of my knots. He has no pictures on his add which also indicates a good professional masseur. Booked in for 7pm and thought I would check a local beat which was on the way and cleaned out, and I thought I would try my luck at getting some action on the way. I leave a message on the beat chat on an app saying I’ll be there in 10min to take cock. What could be more perfect than getting a load in me and then a real massage in the one night. Often hard to find from same person. Went into the local toiles and withing 10mins a foot tapping under stall and before I knew it I was sucking a nice 8” cock under stall. I could see they were tradie boots so assuming it was a tradie after a long day. I turn around and back up to the cock and a rubber is slid under the stall to me. I slid it straight back and backed up to feel his cock at my hole. I hear an instant grunt and laugh and and in one push he is in me raw. Without any hesitation his is in me in one push balls deep and I hear “oh yeah, finally”. He fucks me hard for 5 mins and then I feel the tell tale speed up and his two hands come slightly under the stall and grab my arse cheeks as he bottoms out in me, and he holds it there as he grunts and growls flooding my insides with a load so big, I fell it. I slowly start to move off his cock and he pulls me back still hard and in me. He starts to fuck me again. 5 mins later and his second load is flooding my now wet hole.” I am running out of time to get to my massage and am glad he is finished. As I am getting dressed again, I hear him open the stall door next to me to leave and I see a crumpled envelope slid under my stall door before he leaves. The envelope has the following on the outside of the envelope: “Open me when you get home”. I put it in my backpack and head to my massage happy I got 2 loads in me and now I am going to get my massage. Pretty sure I will feel good when I finally get home. Arse loaded and a good massage. Get to the massage guys apartment and he opens the door and in front of me stands a 6” tall blonde-haired man with skintight blue singlet and same colour footy shorts. His hair is probably shoulder length but tied up in a man bun which I find so sexy. He has a blonde hairy chest which a lot of blonde hair protruding from the top of his singlet. He has a trimmed blonde beard and a smile you could get lost in. And he has a wedding ring on his weeding finger, so yep, legit, I think. “Come in man. I am Matt” he says as he ferries me to a bedroom set up as his massage room. He asks where my problem areas are and I smirk as my mind thinks of some of the dirtiest comments, but he seems genuine, and I don’t want to misinterpret this and ruin a good massage. I explain my shoulders and neck are sore. He slowly feels my shoulders and neck which gets a response from my cock immediately. I am still dressed at this point and as he is describing where the cause of some of the pain is as he runs his hands down to my lower back and says its all connected and slowly digs his thumbs into my lower back and says he will look after it all. He steps out and instructs me to undress and get on the table. I do and he comes back in and slowly and softly runs his hands over my entire back and down over my arse. “Your skin is quite dry, so I will warm up some oil as I find it helps with minimize the friction and I can get into those tight difficult places easier.” He steps out again for a few minutes and comes back in. I feel warm oil being drizzled all over my back and then over my arse cheeks and then my legs. Feels great. He begins giving me and overall great massage of my shoulders, back and legs. The odd brush over my arse, but nothing specific to indicate anything more. “I’ll just do your entire back and legs first then I will focus on your shoulders and neck toward the end, ok?” I just grunt a “yes thanks” as his touch with oil is amazing. While spending about 10 mins on my entire back he brushes his cock in his footy shorts against my hands as he moves around the table, and I swear I feel it growing. But I remember the wedding ring and remind myself not to get carried away. It is a legit massage after all. Clearly, he is not wearing any underwear, but I guess that is not unusual for a lot of guys. As he is finishing up on my back he dribbles more warm oil on my back and this time he drizzles some over my arse and it dribbles over my crack. Nothing is said, but as a true bottom I instinctively respond by raising my arse slowly. Accidently as I do, I released a bit of the load in there. I am hoping he doesn’t see it. “I am going to focus on your shoulders now, but it is easier to get into the knots using my own weight, so I am just going to get on the table with you”. I hear a shuffle and he gets on the table and straddles my arse. He shuffles around a bit. “just need to get a good angle” and then I see his singlet thrown on the floor. He dribbles more oil on my entire back, but this time he dribbles more on my arse. It dribbles down on my crack more this time and there is a few seconds between when he finishes that and starts to lean in on my shoulders. He really goes to town on my shoulders and the whole time I can feel a bulge pressing against my arse each time through his footy shorts. As he is finishing up on my shoulders, he leans in and says, “how is that”. I am in heaven and my groans and respond of “oh yeah” is clear acceptance. I can feel his breath at my ear as he leans in. I can feel the heat of his body on my back and now I can feel his hairy chest rub against my back. Again, I feel his breath at my ear. “You want another one??” I respond with “I will definitely be back man”. “Good, but I meant now. I saw it when you lifted your arse man. I am not blind. You want another load? I doubt I would even need any oil based on what came out”. He is almost laying against my back at this point. His body on mine feels amazing. I am lost for words and without hesitation the best I can say is “yes please”. My voice is almost begging him. He lifts up and still straddling my legs as I feel a shuffle at my arse and feel what must be another nice 8” cock slap against my arse as he frees it from his shorts. Nothing more is said at this point. Just his hands slowly and sensually massaging my shoulders as his rock-hard cock slides up and down my arse crack. After about the fourth slide the cock head catches my hole and slides in effortlessly with two loads already in me. I hear him moan as his adjusts himself for a better angle and he leans in and says, “I never pull out”. And I immediately respond with “don’t you fucking dare”. There is nothing rough about this fuck at all. He slowly continues to fuck me sensually as he massages my back. It feels like his cock belongs in there. After about 10 mins his speed picks up, and he says, “here it comes”. And no sooner does he finish the sentence I hear him moan loudly as I feel his cock swell and my arse filling with his seed. He stays hard and inside me for a few minutes as he nibbles my ear and kisses my neck. He slowly softens and pops out and I feel some cum dribble out as he does. He gets off the table and he is still in his footy shorts. Just no shirt on. “Turn over now – not done yet. You paid for a full massage. The clock stopped the second it got sexual. So, you still got 30mins left. We will do the front now.” I turn over and lay there exposed on my back and I get to see his gorgeous toned hairy chest. I run my hands over his chest and stomach almost in a worshipping fashion. I can’t belie this gorgeous man just fucked and bred me. I can see the tip of a tattoo poking out of the top of his footy shorts as I am touching his stomach and pull the top of his shorts down a bit to see a biohazard tattoo. I see the sudden panic in his eyes realizing he wasn’t planning on revealing that, hence why he kept his shorts on. He looks down with a slightly shameful look and says sorry. I am touching his tattoo and to put him out of his misery I say, “I hope there is more where that came from”. And I see a look of relief and a smile come over his face as he leans in and kisses me non-stop for 5 minutes. After the kiss breaks he is clearly hard again. So, I say, “so you can take those off now and consider the massage done. But I hope you are not”. He takes his shorts off and starts kissing me again breaking to say, “I don’t have any appointments tonight”. Suffice to say, I stay for another 2 hours and he fucks and breeds me another three times all over the apartment and in his bed. As I finally leave after three hours he says I can have a discount for the next session. I ask how much. “How does dinner sound for your arse for the night”. I now have a wet arse with 5 loads in me. Very happy with my evening I get home and remember the note. I am laying in bed with cum literally dripping from my hole and open the envelope. There is a note that reads: “If I have slipped you this note it means I fucked you at a beat and you didn’t make me use a rubber. I am HIV positive with a high viral load. You probably should get tested. Remember it was your choice to not use a rubber and take the risk.” I jack off on my bed and blow what must be the biggest load I have ever blown. The orgasm is so intense I squirt cum out of my arse. I go back on to the website with the beat the guy fucked me at and leave a message. “To the guy that fucked me there this afternoon. Thank you. And if you are checking this I WANT MORE! Message me.” I wake up the next morning to a text from Matt. “Dinner tonight?” To be continued…

I love the feeling of raw cock inside my hole making it wetter and wetter. I always want a top to unload in me. It shows I've done my part in the sex act and his seed in my hole is my reward. I almost immediately want more. If I'm in a cruising joint or on Hampstead Heath I hope there are other tops waiting to get inside me and benefit from the cum lube that has been deposited. Best feeling at the end of the night is cum dripping down the inside of my leg.

I should have a part 3 soon. Patrick is in for a ride!

I'm not sure every guy approaches the act of Breeding in as ethereal a mindset as you. After reading many of your thoughts on the issue, I think the sexual act is, at least for you, an exchange on a high plane - higher than many, anyway. That's all to your credit as a (watch this...) Manboy, meaning that your heart is in the right place ethically, spiritually, and you're filled with respect for others. You're a real Mensch, as far as I'm concerned. To the OP though, while 1-to-1 connections usually occur on a higher plane than at the fuckjoints, and thus perhaps more fulfilling, the group action at the fuckjoints assuages the base instinct to spread our Seed to as many as possible, or at least get our Cocks into as many as possible. More base, to be sure, but still scratching that more fundamental itch. You rock, boy !!

EXACTLY! The thing I hate most about baths is that so many guys just edge in you, and don't actually breed you. I get it, but miss that "connection " of them finishing inside me.

I would be sucking top number two in the hope he takes over from top one, ideally getting an extra load inside me.

I feel ya on running in the family. Both parents are sex addicts, guess what I turned out to be?

It's been a little under a year since my friend Zac passed, but we were occasional "sluts together" over the last 5 years. Both of us are party bottoms, so the sex between us was rare. One of us would get the urge to get a motel room in Dallas, and would call the other to join. He would usually do a full shower+extra routine while I cruised the fuck apps. I miss that type of knowing someone. I saw and encouraged his sex pig side and he saw mine back, no judgements. RE: family? I'm assuming they know I'm promiscuous, my dad and I established the "ask only what you really want to know" rule early on. Same rule was done with my mom.. But that implies " other sexual stuff " occurs too.. I don't think anyone knows the actual depth of my slutiness.

It runs in my family so it would be no big surprise. But I mostly keep it close to my fuckcircle and look "nice" out on the street.

Same here, played it safe for 20 years and always found condoms irratating to skin and ass. Then got on Prep and havent looked back. Regular STD testing helps keeps risks down and treat quickly if you get caught with something. Freeing from anxiety.

My parents knew when I moved from Nebraska to NYC it was for school and knew I would be sexually active. When I became Poz I told them.

family has no idea. about me....i let anyone fuck me bb

As soon as I step off the plane and enter the airport, my eyes begin the search for my ride. Then I spot a cardboard sign amongst the crowd that just says "White Whore." I look up to see Luis Junior holding it and smirking. Most people would die of embarrassment to be outed as the White Whore at the airport, but not me. I am proud of the name Luis had gifted me last summer. I make my way over to Luis Jr. He takes the sign, which has string around it, and puts it over my neck so I can proudly display it as I walk through the airport. Since I was instructed not to bring anything, there's no wasted time at the baggage claim. Junior motions for me to follow him and we exit the airport. I get a lot of stares and looks as people read my sign, but I don't care. This is who I am. As I follow Junior through the parking lot, I notice that he looks older since last summer. He's taller and has put on muscle, likely from working with his dad on construction sites. He also seems more confident than when I met him last year and he double fucked me with his dad. Junior still doesn't speak English and I speak very little Spanish, so there is a lot of pointing and nodding. We reach Junior's car and I start to get into the passenger seat, only to find the door locked. I look to Junior, who is pointing to the back seat. I feel a bit silly sitting in the back like a kid, especially since Junior is younger than me, but I follow orders and get into the back. As we drive away from the airport, the road gets more isolated. Gone are all the cars and buildings. Luis must really live in the middle of nowhere! Suddenly, the car pulls over on the side of the road. Junior gets out of the car and opens the back door. I'm confused. There's not a building in sight. Certainly this can't be the place. Then I notice the raging hard on poking through Junior's shorts. I smile and know what to do. I climb out of the backseat and immediately drops to my knees. Junior grabs the back of my head and shoves my face right into his crotch. I love feeling and smelly Junior's manhood. He smells like his daddy. It's not long before Junior's shorts are on the ground and I'm furiously sucking down his sweaty, hormone-filled cock. His balls look like they could explode at any moment. Then, Junior grabs my head and stops my sucking. Lacking English, he motions for me to stand up and I obediently do so. Junior grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and bends me over the hood of the car. He holds one arm on my neck and uses the other to pull down my pants. In mere seconds, Junior's cock is penetrating my boy pussy. I let out a half whimper, half moan as Junior begins to pound my ass furiously. The only other sound is of my chastity cage banging up against the car. I'm glad the businessman on the plane loaded my ass so I'd be lubed for this intense pounding. Junior only lasts a couple of minutes before he grunts and blasts his seed as deep as possible into my awaiting hole. Junior pulls out, taps me on the ass, and makes his way back into the car. I quickly pull up my pants and make my way to my place in the backseat. We take off. As I sit and enjoy the Mexican boy semen swimming through my body, I start to see something ahead. It's a massive house, built for a king. Could that be Luis' home? I get my answer as Junior turns into the driveway. My heart is racing. I don't know what the next few days will bring but I know it will be amazing. As the car stops in front of the mansion, Junior steps out and heads to get something out of the trunk. He comes to the back car door and motions for me to join him. I stand up to find Junior holding a blindfold. He places it over my eyes and it's now dark as night. Thankfully, Junior grabs my wrist to lead the way. I hear a door opening and can tell we are stepping into the house as the air suddenly gets much cooler. Junior leads me to a room and I hear a door shut. Next, Junior takes my hands and moves them behind my body, attaching a pair of handcuffs. I'm not sure what to think of this, but I know this must be Luis' idea, so I don't protest. Next, Junior sits me on the floor and takes off my shoes. Then I hear the sound of scissors. I wonder what Junior is cutting until I start to feel pulling on my clothes. Junior is cutting off my clothing, leaving me completely naked and handcuffed. I should be worried about what I'll wear to the airport at the end of the week, but I'm too excited and nervous about what's currently happening. Junior then reaches for my neck and removes his father's gold chain that Luis gifted me the end of the summer. The one that has the key to Tyler's chastity cage attached to it. It sounds like he puts it around his own neck. It feels strange without Luis' chain on my neck. I haven't taken it off since I woke up wearing it last summer. It's been a constant reminder of my commitment to be a White Whore. Quickly, I feel something else around my neck. It's a tight leather collar. How appropriate. Next, Junior lathers and shaves my armpits and public hair. Then he flips me over to shave my ass nice and smooth. I'm naturally not very hairy, but I guess Luis wants me totally smooth. I can feel my pussy is leaking a bit from the pounding Junior gave me earlier. I feel Junior use his finger to collect the seed and then he feeds it to me. It tastes like Mexican Heaven. I then hear Junior stand up and walk out of the room, with the door slamming behind him. I'm naked, cold, horny, blindfolded, handcuffed, and totally alone.

Feeder here. Love enjoying exactly what you're looking for, Dick can stay hard for hours. Nothing feels better & more relaxing than having a beer and a puff of 420 in bed with a hungry cocksucker on my dick while watching a game. I was shocked to find out there really aren't a lot of guys into that. Cocksuckers in my town are always calling me one of a kind and lucky to have met me. You might have a difficult time finding what you're looking for.

This is me! I love the idea of someones cum inside me so much, and the moment before he cums is like ready set go! i a race, and I just start to relax and surrender myself to him. heaven

Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real people are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental harm, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English/American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 2: I can not believe what, how happened So, where were we? Oh, that's right, the nightly bathroom encounter. Well, Karel grabbed Sven by the arm, and pulled him under the shower. Sven immediately got down on his knees, and without prompting, took Karel`s cock into his hungry mouth. Karel was so perplexed, because he had thought otherwise, but within seconds he shot a huge load into Sven`s greedy gullet. After my brother swallowed my best friend's cum load he stood up saying, "Thank you, that was very tasty, I hope there is more of it." Karel was still standing stiff with amazement under the running shower and wasn't really able to answer, or rather, he didn't get time for it, because Sven already shot out with a perverted question, " Is your commercial just fake, or are you really toxic?" Karel was still trying to sort out his thoughts, but he was also desperate to answer so as not to be rude. "Um, yeah, I mean no, the commercial is not fake, I'm really toxic, I don't take medication. And yes, there would be more of it." Sven's answer came like a shot, "Horny, my hungry boy cunt has been waiting for real poz sperm for a long time." and he winked mischievously at Karel while showing him his rear end, spreading his ass cheeks. "I don't know if this is such a good idea, I'm viral." spoke Karel as he was interrupted by my brother Sven. "I know it's just the thing for my cunt. I've been fucked by my classmate for 2 years, at first even against my will. Now I let the guys do it, but with the option for me that I may also, if I ever feel like it, slide over them. And that's where it would be really awesome if I was POZ, and could impregnate all those straight asses." Karel looked at Sven with wide eyes, just shook his head, finally saying, "You're just as much of a perverted, twisted fucker as I am. But I must confess to you, I had planned something different this weekend. Chris has been wiggling his straight ass around in front of my face for ages, and I wanted to crack him now. I abstained from any sexual activity for 2 weeks especially for this." Sven pouted. Karel continued speaking, " You already stole one load from me, the next 3-4 loads have to go into your brother Chris's ass, I have to implement this plan. But I promise you, you will get my babies in the night from Sunday to Monday." Sven looked sad as he asked, "Will I really get your presents then?" "Yes." was Karel's short and curt reply as he crept naked and wet downstairs to Chris' bedroom. To be continued soon.

Super proud of my canyonized hole and how obviously heavily used it is, even at rest. it's a gash, not a hole.

I prefer for the person ejaculating to shoot their load on my face and then shove their cock as deep as it will go into my mouth. If they want to come in my mouth, which I'm also partial to, I like it to be so deep they come directly into my throat

My life goal is to be spit-roasted as much as possible. Daily would be ideal. I'm usually a gloryhole pig, but spit-roasted means I get some booty pleasure out of it, too. I esp. love it when the 2 guys switch back and forth -- ass-to-mouth is nice and humiliating to me. I love to sit on one cock and ride it cowgirl with another cock (or even 2) in my mouth. And a cock in each hand if possible. And a hard dickhead rubbing each of my nipples, too. Wait, what was the question here? I forgot and started wanking.

Part 13; I probed his cunT and spat in his face. Then the same Jock-strap that I had him in the other week went back on, as did the Fist Mitts, Collar, and Leash. I now pushed him to the floor, and stood back, stroking my toxic meat. - You look so sexy boy, sweating. And now you are gonna suck Master's nasTy Dick. - Can we just rest on your couch please Master? I left him in the porch, and came back with a Spider-Gag, attached that so his mouth was forced wide open, and proceeded to fuck his face. He looked up at me as though to say 'Please Stop', which just served to fuel my beast within. I would fuck his face hard and fast, then would slam in hard, hold the end of my Dick at the back of his throat until he started choking and drooling. I used his mouth for several minutes, until he could take no more and his arms started to flail about. I knew he had had enough, so, I set about to put him out of his misery and began to pound his face until I quickly shot my load. I took off the Spider-Gag - Swallow it all boy, don't waste any. That's a good boy. Toxic cum tastes good, huh His eyes were watering, he was panting, trying to gain back his breath. I blindfolded him, walked to the bathroom, where I administered a few Enemas. - PLEASE no Master. This means you plan to Fuck me, doesn't it? I'm too weak. Once he was cleaned out, I walked him to the play room where Dan had Hard House Music playing, and was kicked back on the rubber covered Mattress drinking Beer. - You've been ages Alan mate. Was about to send out a search parTy - Just been sorting out the boy Dan. His conversion is knocking him out a bit, he needs a sweet pick me up. Dan knew what I meant. I walked the pup onto the Mattress, and sat him against the wall. Dan put on a tourniquet on the boys arm, and gave the pup his first tina slam. Whilst Dan was tina slamming my pup, I went onto the laptop. There were several messages across my various profiles from unmedicated poz tops. Six to be precise. I messaged them all back, giving my email for them to send a more detailed message. I placed two chairs side by side, for Dan & I to sit in, putting his glass of Gonnorhoea pus by the leg of his chair, with a few Beers. I sat in my chair, also with a few Beers, and lit up a Cigar. Dan had written on my pups forehead; 'Converting'. I watched on as he put a necklace he had just made around my boys neck. He made it from his own Gold chain, inserting the chain into a hole he made on one of the blister strips to his new medication that he had yet to start. He tugged on my pups leash - Come on fucker, time to see your Master, come on. He walked him to where we would both be sitting, facing us directly, then sat next to me, taking a couple of huge swigs from his Beer. I leaned in towards my pup - Right boy, I am about to take your blindfold off. BUT, you will keep your eyes firmly shut until I say you can open them. OK!? - Yes Master, I understand. With my light remote I plunged us all into darkness. The light in my playroom is a Fire-glow Red. It's a dimmer, and on this occasion, when I would turn the light back on, it would be on the lowest setting, giving a sense of Danger, and Hell. - Open your eyes boy - I can't see anything He couldn't see anything now, BUT, when I would bring the Fire-glow Red light into play, he would see me, naked, in my military leather cap, and police Boots, and Dan, naked, in his Leather executioners hood, and Solovair 20 hole steel cap Boots. YES! All that could be seen was the end of my Cigar! ... And, now ... on with the light! - Hey pup - Hey Master - You still needing that rest? - No. I am feeling a little energized now. And super Horny. I NEED to be fucked all night. With as much Dick and cum up my cunT as I can get. - Good to hear. This is my Friend. You will address him as Sir. Now be polite and introduce yourself - Hello Sir. You're sexy. I'd LOVE for you to Fuck me. I'm gagging for Dick up my cunT Dan & I both chuckled. Good old tina brought this boy's inner pig to the parTy! He stood up, crouched down, and began to fiddle with the 'medication necklace', as he continued to massage his perineum. - You'd love for me to fuck you huh. I NEVER use condoms boy. - My Master here infected me the other week. So, it doesn't matter if you Bareback me - Infected you with what boy? - HIV, Sir - And you want my infected cum too, is that what you are trying to tell me boy? - Yes PLEASE Sir. - Well, this necklace isn't going to stop what is beginning to happen inside of you boy! He stood up, and proceeded to smear the pus oozing from the end of his Dick over my pups lips, and all over his face. He then sat back down next to me, poured some of the pus he had been collecting on each of his boots. - Lick it up boy ... I fucking said LICK IT UP BOY! His beautiful peachy bum stuck right in the air as he got to work on cleaning up Dans boots. I couldn't resist, so got up, got his Beagle puppy tail from his initial training, and shoved it right up his cunt. Holding my Cigar in my mouth I ran my hands up and down his back and sides of his drenched torso, and spanking his glistening wet ASS. He was so wonderfully wet with his Sexy conversion sweat! I sat back down next to Dan, who kept pouring his pus onto his boots, then barking at my pup for it to be cleaned up. - Fuck Dan mate, he is converting, and converting good! - You've trained him well Alan. More to learn, but, he is going in the right direction to becoming a successful fully fledged poz fuck-pig - Look at you, you nasty poz pig. Sero converting and licking up my mates Gonnorhoea from his Boots ... You fucking disgusting whore!

Part 9; - Morning Dad - Morning Son - Sleep well? - Yeah, BUT feeling horny as fuck. Wanna have another fuck with your pup before I leave - He's all yours Son. Fancy one of your Old Man's famous big old English fry ups before you go? - Yes please Dad - Fetch me the 2 Dog bowls will ya when we get up - Sure I got up, and dressed, and I set about making my wonderful Son, and I something I have done for the family since they were knee high, my famous fry up. There was the usual; Waffles, Tomatoes, Bacon, Sausages, Eggs, Black Pudding, Baked Beans, Liver, Onions, and Mushrooms! But, I am not completely heartless, I made enough for pup too. After-all, he will need all the energy he can get. Son walked in with the Dog bowls. - How is the pup? - Still asleep. I crept in. Hoping to Fuck him again having just woken him. His Piss bag is looking pretty full too. We just looked at each other and communicated with our usual Dad-Son telepathy. I made us a pot of Tea, and we sat down for a well earned Hot Brekkie. - BELCH; That was Delicious Dad. Thank you. - Good boy Son. I look forward to the day the pup upstairs has your level of manners I chopped up the pup's food, and put it in his bowl. His water bowl I filled with Tea. - If he doesn't like his Tea with Milk and Sugar, then tough, because that is how he is getting it! Give me a hand taking this upstairs Son - Oh and Dad, his Breakfast looks like it is missing a vital ingredient! - What? - My CUM! So when I am about to cum, put the bowl underneath my Dick, and let me blow my load over his Fry-up - Son, you're a filthy boy; Your old Dad taught you well! He took up the bowls of fry-up dog food, and tea, whilst I got a bucket, and fetched pup's pissed sodden clothes from the porch, that had lay there since yesterday, all crumpled, and smelly, and I followed. - WAKEY WAKEY Pup, today is your BIG day! - Eeeeehh, whhhhaaaa *Grooooan* ... I'm sleepy I got him out of his cage, and got him to stand on the mattress, standing, with paws against the wall. I opened the valve to the catheter bag, and let his piss stream into the bucket with his clothes. My Son didn't undress this time, stayed fully clothed, just pulling his trackies down to his ankles, yanking out the Beagle Puppy tail throwing it to the Mattress, and again, slammed in with no lube - OoowwCH, that hurts, I've just woken up, PLEASE STOP *He started to whimper, and cry* - SHUT up FAGGOT *My Son barked* He power fucked him for several minutes without stopping, the entire time the pup cried and whimpered, and begged him to stop. He then looked at me. - Fuck, I'm gonna Cum Dad, I'm gonna Cum, fuck, quick ... I quickly got pup's breakfast, and my Son pulled out, and stroked his Meat, and he grunted each time he ejaculated all over it. Even though he came, TWICE, lastnight, it was still a considerable healthy load! - OH Fuck Son, that is HOT I mixed his cum into pup's breakfast with a spoon, kissed him on the lips as a sign of my appreciation in adding his own creativity to his old Mans classic Brekkie dish. He pulled his trackies up. Kissed me back on my lips, then left for his day. I got my Leather paddle, and started to flog the disobedient cunt! - You ungrateful Bastard. My Son was kind enough to give you a wake up treat, and all you can do is cry, complain, and sniffle. I will yet TEACH you to be grateful for everything that you are given. Under-Fuckin-Stood? - Sorry Master. I will get used to all of this. I promise. A few more minutes of HARD flogging ensued! I then pulled my trackies down, and like my Son, stuck my Dick in, no lube, fully dressed. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands brushing against the clothes pegs still on his nipples. I slowly ground in my aching toxic fuck-weapon into his still currently neg cunt, and whispered; - So you promise to accept EVERYTHING that Master throws at you and gives to you do you boy? - YES Master - And no more whining or complaining? - No Master I took the clothes pegs off from his nipples, which had been there a good 16 hours or so. The skin had broken, and they were weeping, and very sore as I found out when I went to gently squeeze them. He yelped in pain. Let's put these promises of his to the test then, shall we. I squeezed tighter. He yelped again, with a strained muffle to stop himself from saying 'please stop'. I squeezed tighter again, and started to twist them. This time, no yelp. just pained muffles to hide his excruciating pain, and not complain. His whole body tensed to keep himself quiet, including his cunt, which I felt grip tightly around my nasty poz bare shaft. Fuck YEAH. I squeezed even harder and twisting faster, leaving him no choice but to tense up further still, with his cunt now gripping my AIDS Dick super tightly as it contracted in quick succession. He then just couldn't take it any longer and let out an almighty scream and started crying. This release helped him to loosen a little. - You enjoying yourself boy - Yes Master *He said through his nipple play cries and whimpers* - You still completely ready for Master to infecT you? - Yes Master. I want it. I am ready. Give me your gift for which I will be truly grateful for. - Well, you are gonna have to wait a little while longer, because breakfast is ready!

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