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The sight of Bill being fucked pushed me over the edge. I felt my control go, my balls tighten and then I orgasmed deep in the old man's backside, filling it with gouts of spunk. When I finished, I pulled back and watched my cock slide out of his dirty arsehole. He levered himself up of the table and wiped his hole with his finger. "Oooh, lovely!" He grinned. "I'm all wet and dripping!" The black guy was fucking Bill in short, hard strokes, his mouth slack and eyes staring as he worked himself to a climax. "Oh yeah!" He gasped and his fat body rippled as he shot his load. I felt fingers greedily feeling for my arsehole as other hands pulled me face down over the table. Bill stood up and stuck a finger up his ravaged arsehole, pulling out a fat gob of spunk with his forefinger. "Let's just lube him up boys!" He laughed, and stuck his finger into me, rubbing the spunk over my hole. There was an old man waiting patiently behind me, his cock grasped in his gnarled fingers. As soon as Bill took his finger away, he slid his cock up me in one delicious thrust. I gasped and hung on, widening my legs and pushing back to feel his cock as deep as possible until his hairy balls were slapping against mine. I was dimly aware of the doorbell and Bill pulled up his shorts to go and answer it. The old man was fucking me hard, spit dripping from his slack lips onto my back. "Oh, hello" I heard Bill say. "He's a bit busy at the moment." Then I heard my mother's voice in reply "Just wanted to check what time he'll be home so I can get dinner on." "He's just in the yard, "said Bill " Ask him yourself" The door opened and I looked over my shoulder to see my mother standing there. The was a gasp from the crowd as she saw me being buggered. "Oh!" She said, then grinned. "I might have known! Dirty little sod." The old man was close, looking at her anxiously but continuing to fuck. "Don't mind me, mate" She said " Shoot up him if you want." The old man gasped. "Cumming!" he croaked and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spunked in me. He staggered back, and his cock dripped as it slid out of me. "Lovely!" She said. "Right, I'm off. I can see you're busy, Timmy so I'll put dinner back until 8ish" She pointed at a very old, wizened man with no hair and sagging belly but a nice big cock standing up between his thighs. "Fill yer boots then, Pop. You look like you need it!" The man grinned, got behind me and slid up me with a sigh of pleasure. She laughed. "See you then Bill" and the door closed behind her as the group clustered around me...

Hey there - headed down to Pig Week this year and looking to organize some hot scenes. I’ll be staying at Inn Leather. Message me or reply here if you’re also going.

I'm gonna have to disagree with you here big time. Now that we can actually speak about sex work unvarnished in this forum I'm going to say I am all for it! And no only because I have been a part of that world, or even that I was born into it. Man (Woman) comes into this world with nothing he truly owns but his body. If for what ever reason, (not every sex worker is a victim) (S)He decides to use what (s)he's got, to get what (s)he wants / needs, that is no one else's business. It never ceases to amaze me how people are perfe tky fine with paying everyone else to get a piece of you. what do I mean by that? the venue is paid. be it a movie, show, restaurant, night club- your meeting place gets paid. you pay for gyms and clothes and perfumes or colognes and sometimes surgery to make yourself attractive so that someone may want to have sex with you. you pay for food, you pay for drinks you might pay for drugs. All these other people get something so that you have a chance to drain your balls. But you draw the line at paying the person who you intend to dump your load into. and it doesn't matter if its a lifetime commitment or a 3 minute quickie. at the end, the one DOING the work should receive something other than Jim dripping out of their various holes and an STD Panel. Most people pay Sex Workers to go away afterwards anyway, because post nut clarity bring back whatever religeous or Societal dogma you've been raised with making one wanna distance one's self from the "filthy things" they've done... for example... youpick up some trade you get you dick sucked, your cum swallowed. you feel better because your wife (girlfriend, boyfriend etc) would never do that for you, or your church said you sinbed because that wasn't ti create new life. shame fills your thoughts and you want that person farcaway so you can lie to yourself that it never happened. But not everyone likes being used and thrown away. compensating them negates some of the damage you've caused. but you're not okay paying for that. yeah... That to me is disgusting. I would also like to add that some people are not able to charm, con, seduce, or use any other means to get into someone else's pants. yet, human contact - carnal contact is a basic human need as we are social creatures. I see no difference between Fucking/ being fucked, a sex worker or spending arguably more to lay on a couch and talk to some doctor about how you hated your parents growing up.

We all have different tastes, kinks, fetishes. But in my book, this is one of the best stories posted on BZ.

Yesterday I went to Sunderland to meet a friend of the man I've been meeting. We actually met him in a little boat on the river. They had obviously been chatting about me and he had seen my old photos. It was straight in with them talking about me and how I first started sucking cock and that they knew what I was really after being a little whore. I stripped in the cabin while they talked about me. I felt very vulnerable but oddly powerful. The boat was right by the river path and it wasn't that warm, but I was hot enough it wasn't a problem. I did feel a little exposed, but the cabin gave some cover and I don't think the few people who were around saw anything. I sucked and was fucked bare by both of them. Cream applied to my ass before taking them fully to finish, because I am such a slut. Interesting wind down chat afterwards as they were very interested in me sucking when I was younger. This got me talking about how they started as they are both very mens men and not at all camp or gay in how they are. The man with the boat was an ex miner, and he said when he worked down the mine that male sex was very accepted and used to happen in the seams. It wasn't as open when he was there in the 80s as work was more controlled but it still happened n the working mens clubs, allotments and pigeon lofts and the men would go back to their wives at the end of the day. My "daddy" was an ex steelworker and driver and had similar stories. It's not how I would have imagined it! Anyway that's my cock fix for now, but I'm hoping for more of daddys load on Sunday. I'm over 50 and feel 15. It's incredible!

Part 4. A few summers ago, my husband Max and our friends Donald and John were spending a warm summer day at the beach. Donald and John are also a couple. It was hot and it wasn't all because of the warm sunshine. All the hot men around me in speedos and their big bulges. I've never understood swimming shorts. Why do men wear them? Fortunately, most of the men on the beach wore speedos. The circling of the bulges made me hot though. It was a nice day, but watching the bulges made me incredibly horny. At some point I told Max and the guys that I had to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, no one else wanted to go along. Of course, I didn't head to the restaurant, which also had a toilet, but instead to the bushes behind the beach. I had read online that the bushes had become a well-known cruising spot for gay men. Soon I found three men in speedos in the bushes, who were jerking off in a circle. I crept up to them and they nodded in agreement. I took out my own cock and a 50-year-old man grabbed it and started jerking. The men's hard cocks looked lovely, so I knelt down in front of the men and took the nearest cock into my mouth. The cock tasted salty and smelled of sweat. I also tasted two other cocks. But since I was in a hurry to get back to the beach, I decided to be straightforward. I stood up and lowered the speedos to below my buttocks and turned my ass towards the men. Immediately I felt hands on my buttocks and hole. One of the guys said "you greedy slut. Do you have condoms with you"? "No," I replied. "There's no way, I'm not going to stick my bare dick in a hole that offers itself to completely unknown men in the bush," said the youngest man, about 30 years old. "Me neither," said another younger man as well. The older one, about 50 years old, said that he is not interested in rubbers. "Raw feels much better and it's always a pleasure to seed young greedy cumdumps". The older man pressed his bare cock in my ass and the younger ones took turns in my mouth. All three of them fucked me like a bitch, which was good because I should be hurrying to the beach next to my husband. One of the young men shot in my mouth and I swallowed all the sperm. The 50-year-old also sped up and whispered "take my sperm". One of the younger guys jerked furiously and started spraying his sperm into my mouth, face and hair. I'm sure I looked like a really horny slut in the bushes. The men stuffed their used cocks back into their speedos and set off on their journeys. I too began to rush back to the beach. I put on my speedo and on the way I tried to clean my face and hair from the sperm. I wiped my face with my hand and licked it clean. I really hoped I could clean up all the sperm spills. When I arrived on the beach with our towels, Max was already worried about where I had gone. I told him that I had bumped into my co-worker Karen on the way, with whom I had been talking, and that's why I was late on the way. When I had settled on my towel between Max and Donald, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of my own speedos. The head of my cock had been wet with precum when I had pulled the speedos on. I quickly turned over to lie on my stomach so the wet patch wouldn't show. At the same time, I was hoping I could keep my hole tight so the older man's sperm wouldn't leak out and wet the back of my speedos. After I had laid on my stomach on the towel for a while, I felt Donald's fingers in my hair. Donald took something from my hair between his fingers and then put his fingers in his own mouth. I looked at Donald in shock. It had to be sperm, I was caught. But Donald looked straight into my eyes and winked at me.

Am away in Bangkok and took 4 loads from Grindr hook ups - no mention of status but none attempted to use a condom. I then paid a very cute 20 MB ago fucked me and I blasted 2 loads inside of him - hope he was neg!

Part 3. I had made an appointment with a massage therapist when the muscles in the upper back behind the shoulder blades were completely stuck. I was received by Chris, about 20 years old, a young and muscular massage therapist. Chris was dressed in white loose clothes. Chris directed me to his room and said I could undress behind the screen. I left only my white briefs on and stepped behind the screen in front of Chris. Chris went to stand behind me and asked me to do different stretches so he could see how my back was bending and where my muscles were stiff. I was doing stretches and Chris ran his hands on my back right up to my buttocks. After the initial check-up, Chris asked me to get on the massage table and lie on my stomach. Chris covered my upper body and buttocks with a towel and started massaging my legs. Chris's hands felt really good on my skin. After the legs, Chris massaged the muscles in my arms. Every now and then I felt Chris's crotch hit my palm. After the hands, Chris massaged the shoulders and proceeded from there downwards. Finally, Chris lowered my briefs over my buttocks so he could freely massage my glutes as well. Chris' fingers, slick with massage oil, slid several times around my hole and next to my balls. It felt unbelievably hot. Chris then told me to turn onto my back. This came too suddenly, and I had to turn around to reveal that my cock was standing in full swing in my briefs. Chris said it's nothing to be ashamed of. Almost all men say that massage causes stiffness in the cock. It's perfectly normal for a stiff cock to ooze precum during a massage, said Chris, pointing to a wet patch on my briefs. Chris continued the massage as if nothing had happened. While massaging my thighs, Chris' fingers hit my balls countless times. Somehow it seemed that the hits were no longer as random and careful as before. Finally, the massage was coming to an end. Chris said he could give me a complete final relaxation if I wanted. I said that would be really nice. "Nice, are you more of a top or a bottom," asked Chris. The conversation had taken on a completely sexual tone, which confused me, but I still told Chris that I was a bottom. "Hot," replied Chris, climbing onto the massage table between my legs. Chris took off my briefs and lowered his own pants so that Chris' hard cock was exposed. Chris lifted my legs to his shoulders and started rubbing his cock with his oiled hand. Chris placed his raw cock at the entrance of my hole. Slowly, Chris pushed into me with his entire cock. Chris kept looking me straight in the eyes and telling me to relax completely. I did so and let Chris fuck me at his own pace. Chris slowly picked up the pace. The massage table creaked to the rhythm of the fucking. I pinched Chris's nipples with my fingers and panted again and again just breed me. Finally, Chris's body stiffened and I felt him inject his sperm into my hole. The whole time Chris had been looking deep into my eyes. Chris' final relaxation was really intense and functional. My back pain was left on Chris's massage table and I had filled my unprotected cheating hole with the young bull's sperm.

folsom europe ... darkroom sling. jumped on to at 10 pm. loads up my ass. sum ass to mouth, 4 boners unloaded down my throat. quite a mix

Rentman dutifully complies, dialing the number for Dave and Derek. I haven’t really thought about what my play is here - I’m half distracted by the fact that rentman has put his dick back in me, slow fucking me while watching a different video of Jack and what appears to be half the starting line up of the Bruins football team. Jack is getting railed, and rentman picks up the pace to match the video, but he stops when a voice comes over the other end of the phone. “What’s up dude?” I can hear the deep bass of his voice, as rentman starts to pull out of me - I clench my ass to keep him in place. Rentman looks at me with a suddenly confused look on his face - I haven’t told him what to say. I mouth the words “tell him why you’re calling” and rentman looks relieved. “So I’m playing with this daddy and we’re watching a video you and derek shot with this kid, looks like a blond twink I fucked last spring when I was out there. “ I can hear Derek or Dave - not sure which one he’s talking too - sort of half snort half chuckle on the phone. “Oh i know exactly what boy you’re talking about. Cute thing named Jack. Insatiable. Whoever taught him how to fuck should get a fuckin nobel prize.” I smile, taking pride in a job well done. “Do you happen to have his number?” I don’t know why rentman is going this route, and I clench my ass again to get his attention. “Tell him who you’re with” I silently mouth to him, while feeding him a shotgun. “Never mind the number, so actually, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I’m with the guys dad right now.” “Hold up dude what the fuck are you talking about ?” I can hear the defensiveness in Dave’s voice, wondering if this is some kind of setup. It is, but not the kind he thinks it is. I finally pipe up, saying “Hey, is this Dave? Or do you prefer David? My name is Anthony, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. And I wanna thank you for the way you’ve been taking care of my Jack while he’s on the coast. I’m thoroughly relieved to know he has a couple of guys he can count on when I’m 1,000 miles away.” Still suspecting a trap or a setup of some kind, Dave is neutral in his response. “He’s a good kid.” Rentman breaks the tension when he suggests we move the conversation over to facetime. A moment later, I’m staring at two gorgeous Black daddies, Dave and Derek, both of who are clad in their jocks and holding nice, clearly custom made pipes. I notice a needlecap in the foreground, hiding in front of the laptop they’re talking to me on, and it gets my dick so hard thinking about these two guys pointing and pounding the shit of Jack. I take a long rip off the bong to get the conversation flowing. I had rentman position the phone so that my fully visible in the mirror behind us, dick getting harder by the second. Seeing my cock getting harder, and the three or four big rips I take off the pipe, reassures the two daddies and they take a few hits themselves. Dave takes his dick out, Derek starts absentmindedly fingering himself. “So I do have a question to ask… How long has Jack been partying?” Derek answers the question with another question, “How long has he been getting fucked by his daddy?” He asks it to no one in particular, but obviously meant for me. I totally understand their reluctance, this is a weird fucking situation by any objective standard, and being black men in America, there are any number of ways this could end up hurting them whereas there’s almost no scenario where I get in any real trouble, other than being a social pariah in a my part of Texas. “To answer your question, I’ve been fucking him since he turned 18, or roughly five minutes after he turned 18.” “He really gets into the dad son stuff, now I can see why,” Dave seems more open and loose with me, and shows it by answering my original inquiry. “We met your boy a few weeks after he got out to LA. One of his classmates had gotten him high and he found us on BBRT.” That explains it. These guys didn’t give me off the vibe that they were into corrupting anyone. “We invited him over, fucked for a couple of hours, and then broke it down to him, not to do this shit too much, make sure he stays hydrated, eats something decent besides snickers and cheetos,” at that, I can’t help but snort. That’s been his diet forever, even despite the rigors of being a football player in a Texas high school. “We had him sleep it off so he wouldn’t be going into day three, and when he woke up, cocky little fucker that he is, asked if we had anything to eat.” “He’s told me a lot about your cooking.” I’m a tiny bit jealous; I considering myself a gourmet level cook and it’s been ages since Jack raved about anything that came out of my kitchen. Work these issues out the right way man… on your boy’s ass. I think Derek, taking a break from fucking the kid they had over - Jack’s not their only twink - senses what I’m feeling and says “he raves about his daddy’s cooking.” I appreciate him saying that. “Come to think about it, he raves about his daddy’s cock too. I just thought it was all that pervy incest shit guys jerkin off too.” As he says this, an idea that’s been slowly working it’s way through my brain turns into lighting. “How much do you think you could make off filming me fucking my son?” Derek laughs a little. Dave just whistles. I think both these men understand the look of seriousness in my eyes. Only rentman thinks I’m joking. “How would you see this going down?” Dave asks? “Well, I think it starts with Junior and I having a little sesh by ourselves. I’ll give him his first slam. He has just kept to smoking, right?” Both Dave and Derek nod yes, an invitation to continue. “After I point him and put the first of many loads up his cunt, I’d have rentman join the party while I sit back and pretend to get other guys. That’s when you guys show up and take turns dicking him down.” “With you so far,” Derek says, the hard dick in his hand saying the exact same thing. “Last, I’d have this deputy sheriff I know - he’s fucked Jack before - Come in and give him one last load before I come in and finish the job.” Derek shakes his head,” It’s gotta end with a gangbang or an orgy. After you nut in your son” his dick oozes a big drop of precum as it involuntarily jerks at the notion -- all of us come back and we turn the boy out. Maybe fuck his daddy side by side with him.” Derek flashes a wicked grin at me; I know whose dick I’d be taking in that scenario. “How much do you think we could clear. And when could you be in Texas?” “Well, could be in Texas day after tomorrow. Assuming you can provide all the supplies,” at this, I turn to Rentman,who now not only thinks the plan is real, but is seemingly on the verge of cumming the whole time we’re talking about it. I keep watching him edge himself, and I’m amazed he hasn’t cum yet. One more thing for me to take care of tonight, I think to myself though in no way do I consider this a chore. I’m a little sore from the earlier dickdown he gave me, but I’m determined to have him cum in me just like he came in Jack. Rentman nodds, he’s already texting his guy about getting a QP. He also assures me that we’ll have all the points, bongs, dick pills, everything we could possibly need. That leaves one last detail: getting my son’s consent. Dave and Derek, doing their due diligence, ask me one last time if I’m truly serious about this.”You know all the blowback you will get. Run out of your church, probably run out of your county. Might have to move out of state. Your business will suffer. Your names might be in the paper, on TV, on TMZ. You really up for that? Is junior really up for that?” I know I am. I’m tired of the tech life, I have more money than I could possibly know what to do with - besides spend a lot of meth and hookers - and I’ve always wanted to be in front of the camera. But I can’t make that decision for Jack. He has to make it on his own. I got the privilege of bringing him into this world, I got the honor of being the first man to give him the dick he deserves, but I can’t be the man who decides his future. That’s his job. My boy's a man, I think to myself. “That’s what he and I are going to discuss tonight.” Derek and Dave nod, and wordlessly disconnect the facetime feed, no doubt going back to the twink waving his ass in the air begging to get fucked. “Let’s pack up. You down to come back to my house with me?” This time, It’s rentman who lets the the lusty, deviant smile across his face answer for him * * * The drive to my house would ordinarily take a little over an hour. Tonight, tho, it takes nearly four hours because rentman and I stop and play a couple of times. Turns out, he’s always wanted to film a slamming video in a truck stop restroom. Being the good son of Texas that I am, how could I not oblige him? We pull into the truck stop alongside a couple of big rigs. Younger guys driving the trucks, and by the look of em, they know how to fuck. We both eye them lustily, I even lower my sunglasses to make sure they see me ogling them. One of them flashes a grin, the other nods more discreetly as he adjusts his bulge. Definitely seem like our kind of boys. Rentman has me rent a deluxe shower - he has so much cum and crystal dried onto his skin, we’re getting looks from the families we pass on the way into the shower area. I get my key and open up the shower, and it is deluxe. There’s a mini steam room, bamboo cabinets for our clothes, top flight toiletries you usually only find in high end hotels. Truckers like their comforts. Rentman - curiously,I still haven’t asked him his name, nor has he proffered one - slowly peels off his clothes, showering while I put together the sluttiest ensemble I can from the bag he brought. I settle on pink mesh tank top, black levi cut offs that I cut even shorter, a pair of chuck taylors and a gold rimmed smokey sun glasses, the last because I love watching a guy’s pupils dilate when they point. We set up our little stage, and using my phone for lighting (and a portable blacklight he brought with him which turned the hot pink mesh into a neon pink), we’re ready. I click record, and come in close to where he’s prepping his arm. My erection is already jutting, and with one fluid motion, I swipe my shorts off and free my aching cock. Rentman pulls out his rig, sticks it and once again registers quickly. I’m leaking precum like a faucet, my dick involuntarily jerking to the spurts of crimson that fill the barrel of the needle. Rentman lets out the sexiest fuckin cough I’ve ever heard, and strips his clothes off in front of the camera. He eyes my rock hard dick with a desire that borders on pyschosis, and immediately swallows the entire thing. He gags himself on it, refusing to pull off until the rush subsides. When he does open his mouth, my cock is glistening with his saliva, his tears, and probably a little cum - I pointed myself while he was sucking my dick, and I almsot aways nut a little when that happens. The shower is covering a lot of the noise, but I do hear something that perks my ears right up… two nearly identical coughs coming from the next shower over. Brazenly, I open the door and walk right over to the neighbors, knocking politely. I slipped my cowboy boots on,as well as a cheap hat rentman had with him, so the younger, lustier trucker opens the door to see me… Cock hard, ass puckering, a little blood still on my arm, with nothing but cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you.I wanted to save a horse…” The trucker gets my humor, and opens his door wider. “Then good thing you found yourself a cowboy to ride” is all he says, once again flashing me that million watt smile I saw in the parking lot. In no time, he has me bent over, licking my asshole and putting one, two, three fingers. “Dude. Just fuck me already.” He grunts a little, and mugging for the camera - rentman followed me back into the younger guys shower suite. He’s beating off ashe records, but he’s got his cock nice and slick --looks like he already claimed someone’s nut, maybe the other trucker -- so he’s holding the camera fairly steady, despite the long,caressing strokes he’s giving to his cock. I have to admit,I do love his dick. It’s long and thick - obviously - and veiny without being all about the veins. But what I love the most is that even though he’s uncut, his cock is too big for his foreskin and hishead sticks halfway out. The soft, almost bubblegum like pink of the crown, contrasted with the caramel tan he has over his whole body. I love sucking on his cock, and once we’ve got the slam footage, we quickly forget the cameras, shuck the remainder of our clothes, and go to town on each other’s cocks. I have the middle dick, after rentman.His is abouut an inch longer,mine about a half inch thicker. Younger trucker can’t figure out which one he wants first, so he takes turns licking and sucking the length of our shafts. Precum is freely flowing from my cock, enough to where I feel confident younger trucker is going to be able to take my dick with no lube. I have rentman go to town on his ass --he really has a passion for eating ass, and I nearly cum thinking about what it will be like to watch him hungrily devour my boy’s cunt. And that reminds me… I need to get Jack in the right headspace. So I prop my phone up against one of the bamboo trays, and I begin facetime him. I can see from the corner of my eye that he’s answered the phone, and it getting it good and hard from… the Sheriff? Perfect, I think. Although that may be a little complicated by the fact that I’m bringing a quarter pound of product home with me. That’s tonight’s problem, I tell myself. Right now the challenge before me is to get Jack fired up. Clearly, it’s not going to be a big deal. “Hey sport. I’m heading home shortly. I brought a present for you. He’s balls deep in the trucker whose face I’m sitting on. Oh, hey Andy.” I wave to the SHeriff’s deputy, who doesn’t break his rhythm at all thrusting into my boy, blowing me a kiss. “Hey Andy, can you give me a call when you’re back at the station? I got a ticket needs fixin.” Andy nods emphatically. He doesn’t look too fucked up, but I can see Jack has been partaking. I decide to tease the night a little, taking a big rip off a pipe off camera, and blow the smoke into the field of view. Steam? Vapor? Smoke? If Jack notices, I’m sure he’ll play it cool. But he’ll be wondering, especially in his twacked out state. Once more, my boy catches me by surprise. “Nice clouds old man. Maybe I should teach you how to blow a smoke ring on that beautiful cock of yours. Now get home and get that fuckin dick in my ass right now.” I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. My son is one cocky motherfucker. And it gets me so fucking hard. In a moment, I figure out that Dave or Derek must have let the cat out of the bag. I’m tempted to call them and find but decide that Jack is my son but not my child. If he can consent to his daddy dicking him down long and hard and over and over, he can sure as fuck consent to what chemicals are going into his body. I suddenly want to get home very, very badly. I want to feel my cock sliding into my boy’s cunt. I want to hear him moaning “thank you daddy”over and over, I want to feel his whole body shudder and cum when I unload in his ass. I want to see the lust in his eyes when he ostentatiously bends over to lick every square millimeter of my cock clean after pouding him senselss. I want to see him with my cum streaking all over his face, and his cum blasting all over the both of us. But after slamming, I don’t feel entirely confident to drive. And I sure as fuck aint gonna sk rentman. Young trucker can see the look of concern on my face and shoots me a silent “you okay?” “I’m too fucked up to drive, I want to keep playing, but I also want to get home and fuck my son.” Young Trucker doesn’t even blanch. “Bro, have I got the solution for you.” 10 minutes later, he’s driving my truck onto his flatbed. Turns out he’s on the return leg of a drop off, and I was so fixated on his smile and his bulge I didn’t even see that he’s not hauling anything. 10 minutes after that, I’m naked in his bunk with rentman, and young trucker. His older buddy was driving the return leg, and let his younger friend in the back have some fun. Turns out young trucker and I are pretty sympatico, judging from the videos he played of him fucking his step son, his nephew, and both his own sons. As I watched the first of many, many cumshots young trucker gave to his eldest son - he loves a good facial - I knew I was making a friend for life. I also knew that when I made it out to Austin I’d be fucking his sons, just like he’s about to fuck mine. * * * The rest of the drive went by in a flash.I nutted twice, and so did rentman. Young trucker bested us all with four loads. “I’ve been pent up cause I aint got my boys around.” A dirtbag after my own heart. My house is set far enough back to where we could simply hop out of the camper rig still naked, still covered in cum. I can hear Jacck in the house - the boy likes to hear porn sounds as loud as possible. I think it’s one of the first videos we made together, me fucking him in the shower. I check the time on my phone; Derek and Dave won’t be in for another couple of hours. Assuming Jack hasn’t been lit all weekend, things should be blasting off right on schedule. I walk in through the garage, and there’s Jack bent over the dinner table, lazily eating a piece of pizza. He’s a brazen bottom, I think as I give his beautiful, carefully sculpted ass a firm smack before bending over and licking his hole, kissing it like it just came back from war. Jack shudders in delight,a soft moan escpaing from his mouth. I give his ass a much harder smack, and this time he yelps. He’s definitely not used to the rough treatment from me. “Get your ass upstairs, we have a few things to talk about.” Jack obeys, wagging his perfect ass up every step, making sure that in my horned up state, I can’t stare at anything else. He’s surely heard the other voices in the garage, but he doesn’t ask, doesn’t even acknowledge. My boy is not only beautiful, he’s brilliant, and he’s figured out that I’ve figured out he parties. Even money he’ll be smoking when I get upstairs. And if I had taken that bet, I would have lost. Not that he didn’t have stuff or the implements to smoke it with. “I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry daddy, I know I should have told you I started doing thiis. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me” He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes he knows I can’t resist. Yes, I’m being manipulated here, but I’m being manipulated into doing something I’ve lusted after. I’m going to get high on meth with my son, make him suck my cock like he’s done a thousand times before, bend him over, shove my aching prick up his pristine, beautiful, velvety ass, and fuck him until I cum and he begs me for every last drop of my load. And I’m doing it on film, with two of the porn industries brightest talents supervising the lighting, the sound, the angles, even the jockstrap my boy wears and the pair of sunglasses they decide to have me wear. Some cheap ray ban knock offs - I can never resist a good 10 dollar pair of gas station sunglasses. Jack still has no idea they’re here, or at least I think he doesn’t. “Ok boy, we are going to get high. I’m going to fuck you like an animal. You’re going to have my cum dripping out of your hole when the next guys have their turn.” I can see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, but also the slightest bit of concern. “Don’t worry, you know them. Or all but one of them.” I begin casting my phone to the tv in our bedroom, it’s me fucking rentman. I’m in the shower at the truck stop, and from the pace of my thrusting, I’m pretty obviously fucked up. Jack sees it and starts to ask a question, but I cut him off. “Your asshole isn’t going to wash itself. Go clean out. We don’t want any accidents on camera, particularly with the professionals waiting downstairs to fuck you after I’ve had my way with you.” “Yes daddy. But wait to smoke with me when I get out? I want to get high with you tonight.” he says as he saunters into the shower. So here I am, packing the bowl and taking a few rips. I know he asked me to hold off, but I’ve been lit since yesterday afternoon and I need to keep my energy levels up. And I also need to prepare for what’s about to happen. I’m about to get my son fucked up by shooting him up on meth. Then I’m going to fuck him, hard, long, and in as many positions as I can think of, all in front of a camera that will broadcast my - our - depravity to the whole world. In a few days, I won’t be remembered for the tech I’ve developed, the charities I’ve donated to, the young women and men of color I’ve helped launch into an industry that refuses to get any less stale male or pale. No. I’ll be forever remembered as the dad who had the fucking balls to fuck his boy on camera, make a couple of million off the tapes, and retire to a life of debauchery and drugs and dicking down my only son. And who knows? Maybe we’ll find him a nice Russian bride, someone who won’t ask too many questions, and we can take turns fucking her until she’s pregnant. My cock is like a steel beam, and solid mass of granite, as I think about what it would be like watching my boy sink his cock into his son, feeling my grandson lick my dick clean after fucking him nice and gentle. I am so fucking hard. I picture what his cum face will look like, and I actually shoot my load right then and there. Just as Jack opens the bathroom door. “Hi daddy. I’m ready.” He’s one step ahead of me, as per usual. He’s got two syringes and a tourniquet in his hand. I fucking love my son.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Does anyone else love sharing there partner

I feel like there’s a difference and maybe it just comes down to awareness and … enlightenment? It’s hard to describe. It seems so many guys go through the motions and enjoy fucking for the pleasure it brings and the satisfying release. But it’s almost like they’re going through the motions. Now, they are some fucking good motions. But I don’t know about you but anytime I’ve told a guy about how badly I need him to cum inside me and that the reason he’s cumming over is to inseminate me I feel like everything becomes so much more heightened. From the moment he walks into the room, things are just so much more fucking intense. We both know what he’s here for. That by the time he leaves the sperm that’s in those balls will have been pumped into my hole. The foreplay where I’m worshipping his cock with my mouth and he’s rimming my hole just takes on a whole new meaning. I’m not just pleasuring his cock. I’m pleasuring the cock they will be breeding me. The balls that are carrying his incredible man juice. He’s not just rimming me to make me feel good. He’s literally prepping my hole for his load, warming me up to receive him. And the eye contact. When we both know how powerful the act we’re doing is, what’s really going down, as he pumps inside my hole it’s just so wonderful. We don’t even need to speak. We both just understand that there’s nothing more important. This is big. This is breeding. Not quite the same as just fucking for fun if you ask me.

Bored and horny, I put an add online. “Taking anonymous loads”. Guy responds with a photo of a hard 8” cock and say’s that’s the only time you see it. Me and my mate need to nutt. Where and when?” Gave address. 15mins later I buzz him up lift. I’m waiting in the dark bedroom in jocks and on all fours arse up at end of bed, blind folded. I have my butt plug on the side table ready to slide in after they leave. I hear the two of them laugh and a hand slowly massaging my arse as a guy climbs on the bed in front of me. I can smell his crotch as I hear him undo his jeans and I feel a thick cock hit my face. I know the deal and I am sucking him off. No sooner is his cock in my mouth than I hear him groan in pleasure – he is happy with my work. He says to his mate, “How’s your end?” I feel a finger try to penetrate me and it stops, and I hear him say “needs a little lube”. I hear his jeans go down and I am thinking this is gonna be a rough dry fuck. But no. I feel his tongue dive into my hole and the tell tale feeling of a beard as he eats me like I am his dinner, and he hasn’t eaten in days. This goes on for about 2 minutes – not long. And his mouth is gone. In seconds it is replaced with what must be a 9-inch-thick cock and there is no waiting. He drives in me balls deep in one go. He holds it there for a bit to allow me to adjust and accept his cock. “Fuck man, he took me in one go” he says to his mate. The pain quickly subsides, and I am in heaven as he slowly starts to fuck me. His mate is face fucking me and says, “don’t take too long, this guy is good. I don’t know how long I’ll last”. His mate responds, “I’m close. Hold on.” The guy face fucking me pulls out and is bending down in front of me and I can smell cigarette smoke on his breath and then a tongue is down my throat as he kisses me. He also has a beard, and I am rock hard now. As he does his mate almost yells, “here it comes, oh fuck” and he bottoms out and I can feel the cock swell and pulse as he pumps rope after rope of his seed inside me. His mate kisses me and says, “that’s a 3-day load mate”. His mate pulls out and I feel empty suddenly. They switch places and I am presented with a semi hard cock covered in arse juice and seed to clean. “Now for the 5-day load – it’s gonna be big”. He fucks me hard and fast as I clean off his mate’s cock. I can feel drops of his mates cum dripping down my crack as he fucks me. It is quick and in minutes he is growling as he bottoms out and I feel the tell-tale signs of his load painting my insides. He holds in there for almost a minute. It must be the biggest load I have taken yet. He slowly keeps fucking me and he is not going soft. I can hear the wet sloshing as his and his mate’s cum is being mixed up and leaking out as he fucks me. He then flips me over on to my back without pulling out and I am rock hard dripping pre-cum. His mate starts kissing me like a love sick school girl and jacking me off and I just can’t hold back anymore and I shoot what must be the biggest load I have ever shot all over my chest. This makes me clench my arse muscles and send the guy over the edge and I get a 2nd load off him without him even pulling out. He says to his friend, “pass that plug over. Don’t want to waste any of this” and I feel my butt plug inserted. I can hear him panting now and the guy kissing me steps away too. I hear the tell tale sounds of them pulling their pants up and it sounds like they are about to leave, when I feel a tongue suddenly licking up my cum off my chest and then a slow sensual kiss as I taste my own cum. When the cum is all gone the guy kisses me softly and then moves to my ear and whispers “did you like that?” I respond, “fuck yeah”. “Did you like eating that cum”. I respond, “very much”. “Good, cause it’s the last neg load you will ever shoot”. And they are gone. I take the blind fold off and there is two pieces of paper on the bed next to me. Both blood test results with the names removed. Both showing high viral loads and a message at the bottom of one saying “you know how to find us. Let us know when you join the brotherhood”. I wank again and shoot another load all over me. I fall asleep with the butt plug in and don’t remove it until morning. Nothing comes out – I absorbed it all!

Had just finished gymming and I was horny for some gloryhole action. The thrill of the chase, putting my ass against the wall and waiting until I feel the poke of a hard cock, drives me wild. Every time I go in, I always get multiple loads and I wonder how many today will score me. I walk in, go to the back past the wall lurkers and am in my booth with just enough time to take off my shorts when I hear the door close on the other side. Without having to even touch it, in pops this hung white daddy dick ready to fuck and I lube up and in he goes. I start riding it and within two minutes my hole is dripping his seed. As soon as he zips up and is out, the process begins and I ended up with 14 cocks unloading in me during that hour. I think the best fuck was when I walked in and this older and kind of pudgy straight guy saw me walk in. I love that I’ll take all loads as long as the tops cock is hard. He seemed hesitant at first but wanted to load me and was rock hard in the hall. Once I saw his shoes on the other side, after I had him buried inside my ass for a couple minutes I hit the buddy booth and let him watch through the now frosted glass as his cock slid in my hole, leaking loads all over his dick. He loved it and gave me one of the biggest loads. Can’t wait to take some anon cum again today.

Got a surprise DP'd by 2 college guys last night. I was a a college bar last night with friends to hook up with some college girls. Was talking to this girl for some time and her gay friend was with her. He was tall and slim and good looking. She met her female friend and said ill be right back and left me alone with her gay friend. He was a good talker and we got talk about all kinds of things then got into sex talk and asked if I was ever with a guy and told him I was bi. He asked if I play with guys much I said mostly lately guys. He said his boyfriend is here and we are leaving to a private party and asked if i wanted to go. I saw i had no hope with his female friend so agreed to go. I told my friends im leaving to go home and as i passed by the gay guy i said meet you outside. He said his bf is coming now. I waited outside and the two came out. His bf was a muscle guy both about 25. So i followed then to a house 30 minutes away. Got there and there were a few other guys there. Some my age and other in their 20s. So the two guys i came with brought me to a bedroom. One grabbed a bottle of vodka and orange juice as we went in. We sat in the room smoking and drinking alot and talking about things. Then the sex talk started and told me what they do to each other asked if i ever bottomed. I said mostly I like to be a bottom. Then one of them locked the door and put on gay porn. I drank more and watched with them. The three of us laid back watching gangbang porn and both started to rub my leggs. Then unzipped my paints and pulled them off. Rubbing my cock and leggs i was getting hot. Haven't been with this young in a while but going for it. They stripped and wow nice smooth bodys. We started to makeout and i started to suck. As i was bent over sucking i felt my hole played with. I said i wasn't planning this i need to cleen. They both said the shower as a toy on it. They said go to ready we were set already. So i showered and used the attachment to deep clean. I got out and saw them laying on the bed with dildos in each other. I said thats hot and got on the bed and in notime had a larger dido pushed in me with a ton of lube. He pushed and pulled the didlo for some time. Hurt in the beginning but i got loose as i was sucking an cock. The one i was sucking slid more under me and the dido got pulled out slowly and felt him grab his friends cock and line it up to my hole. I sat up and felt lube alot of lube rubbed on my hole and his cock and sat on his cock playing with his nipples. He thrusted as i felt his cock was in deep. He friend watched for a little then pushed on my back for me to lay on his friend. I felt more lube and all of a sudden felt another cock try to slide in. It hurt a little and was like a pole it was so hard and felt my ass give and he slid it and felt so good as it went in deep with the other cock. They both started to thrust and i buried my face in the pillow. Thank god they weren't big. They fucked me like bunny rabbits. Then one blew his load and a few more strokes the other blew a load. They pulled out and i was laying with them and rubbed the one guys smooth ass. It got me hot so i rolled over and pulled his ass up and rimmed the hell out of it i got son hot after me getting DP'd and that nice smooth firm ass I shoved my hard cock in him and fucked him hard for a while and blew a hugh load in him as his friend sucked my cum out of it. We laid on the bed for a while watching more porn.

Chapter 11: Three Strokes When Marc got home from his session with the nerd, I told him I had set up a three way stroke session with him and the nerd. Marc said he knew, and had some ideas for it, and perhaps a future session. I asked him what they were. He suggested that I bring a hood for the nerd to wear and he would never show his face, and even though we saw the thick creamy load on his stomach, he said there was even more on his face. What a great idea I thought. I asked him what other ideas, and he said i should suggest that I suck the nerds cock, and then perhaps the nerd suck our cocks. I was concerned the nerd would say no, but he said he was driven by all of the tokens he earned for the private show. He said the nerd stated that his regular viewers were declining, and just watching him stroke without wanting private shows. Marc said it was a lot easier to get a finger up the nerds ass than he expected, and he Ioved it! He said perhaps then we could convince him to use toys on himself, and in time maybe even get our toxic cocks and seed in him! I agreed saying it would take time, but worth the wait! Our three way jerk session was set for tomorrow. Marc would already be there when I arrived and act just as surprised as the nerd when I arrived! There was no way we wanted to blow our cover as a couple. The nerd was thrilled when he saw me, and Marc acted just as suprised and excited as the nerd. Marc started telling me that both he and the nerd were just starting to explore their sexuality and he recalled I said I was gay in the first day introductions. The nerd chimed in and admitted that he was hoping that we could connect, and that he was afraid to make the first move by asking. Marc said he felt the same way, and how cool it was that we all met this way. I of course said I'd be more than happy to teach them a few things about being gay. The nerd asked what. I said he seemed to like things up his ass, and that I had a variety of toys I could bring and use on him. The nerd seemed to love that idea! I then said I had one more idea I'd love to try today, and then grabbed the leather hood from my bag. The nerd looked suprised but he was wondering how he could show his face, without really showing it. I said judging by that load on your stomach, I bet your face was covered in cum. The nerd said yes, and even the headboard was! The nerd asked what else. I said I had an idea, but I'd save it for our session. I suggested we could let the audience vote with tokens, perhaps grabbing a few from those who didn't want to donate for a semi private show. The nerd was gleeful in saying they made over $300 in tokens on the private show alone and he'd love to make $600 so we could split it three ways, earning $200 each rather than the $150 they each earned the other day. Of course I didn't say so, but yea the money was a nice bonus, but my ultimate goal was for Marc to create his very first son with the nerd! With that, we started our "pre production " meeting. We positioned ourselves on the bed, with me in the middle. The nerd asked if he could see my cock, and I told him he'd have to wait like the viewers did. I did grab his hand and put it on my cock though letting him get a good feel for it. The nerd asked if he could jerk it off after I finished us off, and I suggested that wr should first see how the tokens were coming in, and if not as good as expected, perhaps add an additional show, or request additional tokens from those already in semi private show. The nerd suggested a combination of both, and I agreed!

Random status update: Enjoyed a slutty summer, taking cocks here and there. Found a 24yo guy who likes to throat fuck me. Last week I was gagging all over his Asian cock before he unloaded in my throat. Then he made me cum on his chest and forced me to lick it all up. Enjoyed it, ngl. He’s kinda sadistic, doesn’t smile. We meet infrequently. Recently have been messaging with a Mexican traveler, 19yo. He’s not old enough to buy beer yet but was definitely old enough to shoot two virile loads into my willing cunt when we met today. Had me squealing and lifting my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. Still got some of his semen in my guts right now. Really hoping this turns into a recurring thing with him, he seems interested too 🥰

You say this here, but let’s give this another perspective. Adult talent - for them, sex on camera is their profession. If money isn’t involved, how would that work? OnlyFans, JustForFans, other adult sites - seems there’s a supply and demand equation at work. If someone wants to pay a certain person $15/month to see cock (or tits), is that not a fair exchange? Social Media/Hookup sites - ever see how many people are seeking “gen”? Seems like every 3rd person on many sites. I’m not buying, but if someone else is, should that be a private decision for both of them (despite the laws about solicitation)? I’m not personally that transactional, but if two other consenting adults are, shouldn’t that be their decision?

I'm guessing that either: he has anxiety issues (anxiety is incurable); or he felt that the line between his professional and personal lives was about to blur too much; or he had moved out of home, then lost his job and had to move back home (and his parents imposed conditions on him); or he's not as mature as you thought he was; or his employer is a homophobe Not your fault that he "nuked" that part of his personal life. Note: I'd gladly let you fuck me bare and while partaking in other fun that we can only speak about on a different forum.

Part 2 This is the second part of my story about how I accidentally got locked by a FWB in NYC. Here I am lying in this hotel room in Chicago. Knowing I have a flight later in the day that takes me back to base. The base where I live. The base that hopefully has a spare key to this cock cage. I haven’t looked at my phone as of yet but I know that on it is an unanswered text from my mystery man from the club asking me if I’m still locked. I’m just not ready to acknowledge to him that I am still in fact locked. I just need time to process what is happening. But most of all I need to cum. I can feel the strain on my cock and balls from now being caged for over 36 hours from my unexpected reroute resulting in me not making it back to NYC to be released. What on earth was I thinking? Why would I allow myself to stay locked for another day?! All that resonated in my head was that cumshot I had from getting my boycunt absolutely destroyed by that tall dark and handsome Italian. I slowly felt my hand that had migrated down to my taint and started feeling the outer ring of my hole. It was pouty, I knew without even looking it was stretched out a little still. It had been over 20 hours since I had anything in it. But the evidence lingered from the 5 loads I took inside the Eagle. That’s when I heard my phone ding. I froze knowing it was a text. Was it him? Was it Johnny? Was I ready to admit I liked this cage? Not to mention how my boycunt was still hungry? Most of all was I ready to admit that that anal cumshot I experienced was one that shattered mankind's history and would be heard of for generations to cum? Yeah, I’m not ready to tackle that thought just yet. I need to get this cage off. It’s messing with my mind and it’s only been 2 days. So I stopped exploring my newfound boycunt and reached for my phone. It was a scheduling update. My Trip that I was on was canceled. There was a Deadhead on my calendar sending me back to Dallas. There I would be released and have 2 days off. My mind went straight to Johnny and I knew then I had to plan to get my key back or hope I had a spare. Me: So I need my key. It’s got to come off if I have to go to the ER for help. If I don’t have another Key at home you have to meet me. Please………. I knew Johnny would take his time responding so thats when I texted my mystery man. Seeing that text again with the simple words of “Still Caged?” It’s like I could hear his voice in my head. Deep and raspy. Excluding the level of confidence that made my hole quiver. Something came over me, I felt the need to respond. For a lack of better words “please him”. So I typed out simply “yes”. I sat there looking at the thread trying to will the 3 little dots to pop up to show that he was typing but about 5 minutes later I gave up and closed out of that app. Laid my head back in frustration. At this point, I was fully aware of the tightness of my hole. The hunger from deep inside my opening. That’s when I opened up my grindr put back on that jock that hug my ass perfectly and exposed my locked cock through the fabric and snapped a picture. Wrote the headline with the two-eyes emoji with a padlock. Then started scrolling the hole time playing with my hole. That’s when I got my first message……. HungKink: ass up? Me: can be, I’m caged ok? HungKink: How many loads this far? Me: None today 6 the other night… HungKink: Wya? Be ass up cage out. I don’t have much time so let’s link. I started to hesitate was I going to do this? All I could see was this guy’s shirtless picture. Says he is 5’11” and 160 pounds. But something about the picture showed he was older. But I could tell he worked out. Kept in shape and I knew my hole was hungry but was I going to be this guy? Was I going to allow this man to come use me while locked? HungKink: sent me a picture of him holding the base of his cock with it pointing at the camera with a slight curve down. Big head turning a slight purple from him squeezing the base. The skin pulled tight down the shaft with this large vien doing down one side wrapping up to the top behind the head. with the text saying “Ready Now?” At this point, all hesitation went out the window…..I sent the location and the room number and jumped up to quickly shower. He told me he’d be there in about 20 minutes. I was drying off and pulling my jock back up when his text came in. HungKink: here coming up be ready I jumped on the bed and poured some lube on my hole and quickly fingered into me. I could feel my hole relax faster than I had in the past. Like it was finally getting what it wanted. It was turning into a boycunt. That’s when I heard the door push open. You could hear his steps walking towards me on the bed. Feeling the warmth from his body. But he didn’t touch me. He walked right past me. Towards the window in the hotel room. Pulled the curtains shut and all the light left the room. That’s when I heard him stepping out of his clothes and hearing the belt clinch against itself as he folded up his clothes and sat them on the armchair in the corner. My eyes began to adjust and I turned slightly to look in his direction. I could see the jeans folded and then he took off his shirt reaching up from the collar to pull it straight up and over his head. On his left shoulder blade was a badge of some type with a ribbon crossing the center from each side. That’s when I realized it was a Chicago Fire Department memorial tattoo. With how defined his back was I knew he had to either be on active duty with them or recently retired. Just then my boycunt made its presence known. It relaxed and gapped with a slight pop. He quickly turned to look and our eyes met. He had a salt and pepper haircut cut short around the sides into a fade and just a slight length on the top. He snapped “Look away now”. I ducked my head into the pillow and said sorry. He walked over and I felt that head of his cock touch my crack. It had to be as big as a cutie orange. The heat that came off that cock felt like a branding iron melting into my tunnel. That’s when there is added pressure from him pushing into me. I felt the burn, my hole was open but not enough to accept his massive tool. He leaned forward and grabbed the poppers and tossed them beside my head and demanded me to use them while he added more lube to his cock. Asking if I was ready and I couldn’t find my voice I just shook my head yes. “Take one more inhale.” He started pushing in, with no sign of letting up. I started wincing and a whine and whimpering just a little. But then he leaned over and grabbed my cage. He shook it, pulled it. rolled my balls to the point I was biting my pillow and that was when I realized he was buried to base in me. The slight pain I was receiving helped him reach my deepest ring. He let go of my cock and grabbed both of my arms pulled back my arms and it raised me off the bed. I knew it was going to be rough. Boy was I not ready. The power in his thighs proved he had spent countless hours in the gym over the years and he was making sure I was on the receiving end of that power drive. Once he pulled out completely I could feel the magnitude of his cock. It let the cold air fill me and I then realized I was covered in sweat and hungry for more. “on your back”. I flipped and almost threw myself off the bed I was so ready. He grabbed my legs pushed them back against my chest and put them together with my cage pocking out the back of my legs. Then he resumed his pumping. My balls were getting tickled by his pubic hair. Plus the slight curve up from his cock was hitting on my button. My boycunt was in full drive. It became slicker and open for this Alpha man. He had this motion that bucked in and up driving me absolutely crazy. He showed no sign of letting up and I was building. The feeling deep in my cavity of a boycunt. It was like a wind-up toy that was reaching its limits. My caged cock started leaking to the point it was almost like I was pissing. I was clawing at the bed and getting my head beat into the headboard with all his force. IT WAS HEAVEN!! My boycunt was how I was receiving this pleasure. I needed it. I finally screamed out “MORE, GIVE ME MORE SIR!” That was all it took. He started shaking my caged cock and rolling it around while giving me all of his 8.5 inches. Never showing a sign of fatigue. That’s when it happened my eyes rolled back I lost consciousness and my whole body shook. This orgasm was amazing but was only a 1/10th of what I had last night. But it was needed. I’m still not sure how long I was out but I became aware of what happened when he slapped my face and said “Are you ready for my load?” to which I still didn’t understand how I could respond but barely said the words “please sir”. He bred me deep, long, and pulled out and moved to give me the last two spurts of jizz in my mouth. Telling me to clean it up. I swallowed everything I could swallow. Licked at his cock. Until he started spasiming from sensitivity. He walked away and into my bathroom of the hotel for a couple of minutes while I lay there with the weight of my body melting into the bed. I was spent. If it was possible my balls would have shriven up from emptiness from the amount of cum that came out of me. It shook the bed and matted my hair on my legs. It was a badge of honor to serve that Firefighter. About that time he walked out of the bathroom and right to his clothes. No words were spoken. But as he got his belt on he walked towards the door and said “Your phone was ringing while you passed out”. As the door closed, I reached for my phone and had a missed call from Johnny and two texts from my Italian. To Be continued…….. ****Message from Me**** This has been my first attempt at writing a story for people to read. So far it is exciting. I hope it gives me something to do during my hotel stay. Let me know if you want to hear more or something different.

Part 2. This also happened more than three years ago. Max's former student friend was our guest for the whole weekend. I knew beforehand that Philip was gay and had been quite a fucking machine during his studies. Max had told me about it. Philip came to us because on Friday night we had agreed to go to a music concert with a bigger group of friends. We had standing places on the stadium floor, where we danced and jumped throughout the whole show. At some point during the show, I noticed that Philip had moved to dance behind me and every now and then I felt something hard against my buttocks. As if Philip had purposely poked me with his hard cock. But I paid no attention to this and danced as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination or if it was really the case that Philip had his cock hard behind me. After the concert, we went to the bar with the whole group of friends and got ourselves very drunk. Late at night we then went home, although some of the group still stayed to dance. Phillip slept on the couch and we went to sleep in our own bedroom. In the morning I woke up and got up first and started making breakfast for us. Philip was lying on his back on the couch and scrolling through his cell phone. I had a direct view from the kitchen to the couch. Philip was lying on the couch without a blanket and wearing only white briefs. Philip's hand went from time to time improving the bulge, which clearly seemed to cover the hard cock. I began to suspect that Philip was deliberately teasing me. The thought of the previous night and Philip's hard cock also made my own cock stand in my pajama pants. Soon Max also came to the kitchen, so I had to hide my standing cock from him. Philip wore nothing but those white briefs and a sleeveless white shirt to breakfast. It was hard for me to be at breakfast without occasionally glancing at Philip's crotch. During the day we walked around the city and shopped for clothes. We also visited the galleries and had a really nice and fun day. In the evening, Max had promised to grill us, so Philip and I sat on the couch and drank wine while Max prepared the food. Every now and then Max went to the kitchen to get something or to do something else related to cooking. As soon as Max had gone to the yard to install the grill for the first time, Philip asked me if I had noticed that his cock needed some attention. I admitted to him that I had noticed, but I hadn't known if it was on purpose. At the same time, Philip dug his hard cock out of his pants and started jerking it on the couch in front of me. "Yes, it was on purpose," said Philip. "My balls are full and need to be emptied," continued Philip, jerking. "Now you have to decide very quickly where to empty my seed. Your throat or your asshole. It's your decision," continued Philip. Just at the same moment, Max's voices were heard and he was coming to visit the kitchen. Philip slipped his cock into the back of his pants and casually started talking about the day's gallery visit. At the same time I got up and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I considered my options, but at the same time I was already lubricating my anus with lube. When I left the bathroom, I went to pour more wine for Max in the yard. When I went back inside to the couch, Philip had dug out his hard cock again and was jerking it. "Well, very soon these seeds will be on the carpet, so have you decided yet," asked Philip. I nodded to Philip and revealed my ass to him. Immediately I sat on Philip's lap and his hard cock immediately sank balls deep into my ass. "That's what I was hoping for," said Philip. He got up and bent me over the couch. He began to fuck me in the ass with a very fast rhythm. After a few ten thrusts he stopped deep inside me and grunted "take my five day load you cheating slut". Quickly after that he pulled away from me and pulled up his pants. I did the same and we sat on the couch again. It was really hot sitting at dinner with Philip's seed in my hole. Max had no idea what had happened. On Sunday morning, when I came to prepare breakfast, Philip was on the couch already hard. He just winked at me and I was sitting on his hard cock again. Again, Philip quickly injected his sperm into me. I just had time to go back to the kitchen when Max already came there too. The fear of being caught made fucking with Philip even more hot.

It’s Christmas morning, I’m too excited and can’t sleep so I'm the first out of bed. I am super excited this year. Usually, I get shipped off to Mom’s place for the holidays. But this year I finally get to spend Christmas with the guys. It is the stipulation of their divorce. Mom got me until I turned 18 and that’s when I could decide where I want to spend the holidays. I bury my nose in my Lucky Charms, searching for the various hidden marshmallow shapes on the box as I scoop spoonfuls of sugary goodness into my mouth. We opened gifts last night. My Christmas fleece robe feels so comfortable, snuggling my body as I eat. Every now and then I glance out the panoramic windows lining the north side of the log cabin we’re vacationing in. Another snowstorm is moving in, adding even more snow to what already blanketed everything last night. I look up and see Dad walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walks over and starts up the coffee machine. It’s one of my favorite smells – the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the crisp, pungent aroma of the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. I swirl my cereal, chasing bits of milk-drenched cereal with my spoon when Dad walks over. “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” he says as he tousles my hair. “I’m not a baby anymore!” I pull my head away from Dad’s hand. “Well, you sure couldn’t tell by the lack of hair on your chest,” Robbie ribs, reaching into my robe to rub the smooth skin of my chest before opening the top of his robe and puffing out his pelt of chest hair. “You’ll always be my Baby Boy.” Before I can protest, Dad pulls my head back and gives me a kiss above both of my eyebrows then heads to the refrigerator to pull out the container of half and half. “I’m so glad to have you with us this year!” “Me too, Dad.” Coffee-to-cream-to-white-mocha-syrup perfected, Dad leans against the kitchen counter and grabs his phone to start the day’s Wordle. I turn my head, drawn by the motion of Dad mindlessly scratching his crotch. Dad has a habit of letting his robe’s belt go loose, so I’m not unfamiliar with seeing the fur that covers him. However, this morning it went really slack, providing more than a peek. I could see Dad in all of his glory and I must say – it was mesmerizing. But what was gleaming amongst his fur? Dad looks up from his phone, the side of his face raising in a smirk and a wink of the eye. I dart my eyes back to my bowl and busy myself scooping up the last bits of cereal in my bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a giant grin on Robbie’s face as I upend the sugary milk into my mouth. Outside, the wind begins to pick up, howling. The blizzard conditions makes it nearly impossible to see the evergreens across the way. Dad walks over to the window and pauses to appreciate the beauty of such extreme weather conditions. He then turns his attention to the glowing embers in the fireplace. Some newspaper and a handful of kindling bring the fire back to life, flickering against the newly added logs with red and orange flames. I hear clanging as Dad pulls out a long, black duffel bag and places it in front of the growing fire. From inside of the bag, he starts pulling out a series of silver-grey pipes; connecting pieces to erect a frame. “Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas!!” We all turn to the voice at the top of the stairs. It’s Santa! Well…Grandpa in his Father Christmas garb: burgundy, full-length overcoat trimmed in brown faux fur, black pants, olive green vest, and of course, his black pair of brightly polished harness boots. I’ve seen him work gigs over the holiday season. He is a sight to behold. Grandpa much prefers the folklore version of the holiday gift-giver over the commercial red and white Coca-Cola Santa. It’s fun watching grown-ups turn into giant kids at the authenticity of his look. I must admit, with that trimmed white beard, rounded belly, and jovial smile, he always captures my attention. Dad greets him at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting a twig of mistletoe over his head, he cheers “Merry Christmas, Pops!” He lifts his hand under Father Christmas’ beard, cradling his chin to lean in and give him a deep, sultry kiss. My head twitches and I blink hard. My eyes dart over at Robbie who has made his way over to Grandpa for his own passionate kiss. “What the fuck is going on here?!” “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy.” Grandpa leans over me, gloved fingertips flicking my nipples as he reaches inside my robe for a hug and kiss on the forehead. My eyes close and I shudder. “Ummm…uhhh....Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” I feel my cheeks ignite as my face reddens. Yeah, sure…who hasn’t fantasized about sitting on Santa’s lap. But Grandpa?!? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, rectangular box wrapped in metallic red paper with sparkling, silver glitter. “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas morning that will make your holidays merry and bright.” “I know what you’re getting! I know what you’re getting!” Robbie gleefully rubs his hands together before helping Dad hang a sheet of thick leather from the corners of the poles. Grandpa takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. When he turns in my direction, I notice that he isn't wearing his usual black, oversized shirt. White tufts of fur spill over the top of his vest and escape around the laces tying it together. I have always wanted to rub my face in that beard as white as the snow blustering against the windows. Again – Santa fantasy. *shrug* Even if my own grandpa. “Come, sit on Santa’s lap.” I feel a bit silly, thinking I have outgrown such a silly tradition but I play along. It’s Christmas after all. Tis the season and all. It is only when the head of my dick pokes through my robe that I became aware of how aroused I am. I quickly cover myself hoping no one saw. Scanning their faces – they saw. “Your dad tells me what an extra special little boy you’ve been this year, Billy Boy, and that you hit a milestone birthday last week.” Grandpa hands me the glittery package. “He may now be 18, but he will always be my Baby Boy.” Dad tousles my hair again before I swat it away and turn my attention to the gift. I open the small, white box to find an orange-capped syringe nestled in white tissue paper.

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.

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Part 3 was so hoT, it just about left my computer a smoking heap. And another twisT in the plot as well...

Denver use to have 3 now has none, Dallas had 2 and now has 1

I have this mid 20s guy who's into Daddies. Big cock and good fucker. Always good for two loads. Once he brought a mate. Cock not as big but an enthousiastic top and a cum cannon! BIG loads. So when my FB suggested another threesome with him I was all for it. 😉 So Sunday afternoon they got over. Gawd! This was good! Took turns fucking me. Spitroasted. Serviced both their cocks. Mate was the first to pump a load in me. FB fucked his mate's load in deeper and added his. A break with me sucking their dicks and another round of fucking. Mate blasted another load in my mouth when FB was fucking me from behind and I was sucking him. FB added one more in my ass. And then Mate wanted to fuck again and shot his third deep in my ass. Five loads! Fucking good!!

so my owner is finally getting me completely emasculated. he’s bringing me back out to thailand to be a t-girl stripper in the club, do live sex shows and of course suck a ton of cocks and get fucked and bred by hundreds of men from all over the world, intent on pumping ladyboy cumdumps like me full of hiv strains. after I am thoroughly used for 10 weeks l will be getting the last portion of my masculinity removed after being on hormones for almost a year now. no idea who will be the last person I use my useless girl cock on but I want to jerk off in a bunch of public places before I leave Canada with my cock for the final time. I used to have a couple boyfriends who would assign me public places to jerk myself off all the time and even tell me how much clothing to remove or wear, sometimes very risky or very public and very naked. give me a few ideas for the next couple weeks and I will try to do as many as possible. I’m willing to jerk off anywhere, anytime, in front of pretty much anyone.

I introduce myself, I am a young submissive, whore, impotent addicted to porn, I like to read the forum, the stories and the experiences, and if I can chat with alpha males

Almost like debating how many angels can dance on the head of a pin ...

Nah, rather be fucked well and deep by a guy that knows what hes doing then take his load mate. My black mate fucks me on and off for a few hours, plenty of breaks for me to worship his cock with my mouth before i get his load

thats why sometimes I just wait till I know I’m loaded up with a few fresh bugs then go get them treated at the same time. when you get fucked so regularly by so many pigs and pig fuckers as we do, I’m not sure we ever get totally cleaned up for more than a week before we get something new dumped in us. I think most guys who fuck cumdumps just assume we are toxic

I was 14 when my brother and his friends ask if I wanted to drink. I did. Before I knew it Bob and 4 of his friends cocks out. I don’t know why but I wanted to please my brother. I sucked all of them and swallowed. I did my brother for about 5 years.

I am currently dating a well-hung, twinkish ginger who is 37 years younger than me. He fucked me 12 times last weekend.

TWF CHAPTER 4 A scream echoed in the room, as Dr. Death rammed his hard dripping cock deep into Scum’s tight ass. Instantly, he began thrusting in and out of his hole. Reaper was standing beside him, slowly stroking his cock. “Infect that bastards hole” Scum’s partner yelled. I watched the ref walk over to Scum’s partner and turn him, then undo his black shorts allowing his cock to flop out. It was one of those uncut cocks that was narrow at the head and then got wider as it got closer to his crotch. The ref pushed him over and the spit on his hand and rubbed it on his hole. He pulled the foreskin back and slid up his ass. “Looks like the ref wants in on the poz action” the announcer said. I was bent over, resting my elbows on the wooden rail as the unknown cock thrust in and out of my hole. I was enjoying the show and the fuck. “Your hole should be down there in the ring” the unknown man fuckin me said. I just nodded. Dr. Death had pulled out, flipped Scum over and quickly moved so that his ass was over Scum’s face and his hands were holding his ankles. pulling his legs back and open as Reaper dropped to his knees as Scum’s ass. Reaper didn’t waste any time slamming his cock deep in Scum’s hole and fucking him hard. Dr. Death’s was now squatting his ass over Scum’s face, rubbing his crack up and down it. “Eat my musky ass and tongue my hole” he demanded. Scum’s partner was bent over, one hand holding a rope as the ref held his hips and fucked him raw. “If those fuckers don’t infect you, you fucking bastard, I will find someone who will” “Sounds like your partner ain’t taking your shit anymore Scum” Dr. Death yelled. My cock was dripping more and more as I watched the men tag them Scum’s hole. The crowd was loving that Scum was getting what he deserved. “Our toxic loads will burn the virus into you” Reaper said. “Viral loads are off the charts” Dr. Death added. The ref had reached up and jammed two fingers into each side of Scum’s partner’s mouth and was stretching it open as he pulled the man head band body back towards him. Dr. Death had jumped up and switched places with Reaper. Scum just held his legs in the air and waited for Dr. Death to ram back into his hole. “He looks as though he has surrounded to his fate” Dan said laughing. Reaper squatted over Scum’s mouth, until his hole was right over it. “Suck it, suck my hole, suck the fucking diseased loads out of my hole” Reaper demanded. My cock throbbed hearing the sucking noises coming from the ring over the PA. It was so fucking hot the even the cock in my hole thickened. Hearing Scum suck out the loads up Reaper’s ass, was sending the man fucking me over the edge. He grabbed my hair with both hands, holding me tight while still ramming his cock in and out of his hole. His balls were still banging against my ass. The ref was fucking Scum’s partner harder and faster. “You want me to breed your hole with my strain” he asked. “Fuck yeah” The ref fucked him harder and faster, until he slammed his cock balls deep into him and injected him with his poz load. Scum was still getting fucked by Dr. Death, who was lightly back handing Scum’s tiny dick and nut sac between his thrusts into his hole. Scum had not let up on sucking Reaper’s hole. “What do you want Scum” Dr. Death asked. Before he could answer, the crowd yelled: “He want’s your AIDS” Dr. Death grabbed Scum’s ankles and began to thrust harder and harder. Until he slammed in and stayed in. “Injecting my AIDS deep into your hole” Dr. Death yelled Reaper stood up and moved to replace Dr. Death at Scum’s hole. He flipped him over onto his stomach and laid down on him, forcing his cock into Scum’s hole and ramming in deep. Scum’s partner had pulled off the ref’s cock and was on his knees sucking it clean, moaning loudly. Dr Death walked over, pulling Scum’s partner off the ref cock and ramming his into his mouth. “Clean his mess” he demanded. Reaper had laid down on top of Scum, thrusting his ass up and down into the air as he worked his cock in and out of his hole. He had put Scum into a sleeper hold and you could see Scum’s body relaxing as he was slowly lost consciousness. Reaper didn’t let up on fucking Scum’s hole as Scum laid there motionless. The man up my hole, thrusted in and exploded inside of me, coating my inside with his toxic load, mixing it with the others that were up there. I was watching Reaper’s ass muscle clinch and release as he pumped in and out of Scum’s hole. Scum was slowly opening his ass as he woke up, you could still see the terror in his eyes as he realized he was in no position to get away for his nightmare. The man up my hole had pulled out and was quickly replaced by another, who started pumping quickly as if he was so close to getting off he was ready to release into a hole. He was jack rabbiting my hole. “Ready for your second toxic seed, Scum?” Reaper asked. Scum lay there silently as if he was contemplating whether to fight or give in. Reaper was now thrusting hard and fast, causing Scum to grunt over and over. I was hypnotized by Reaper’s muscular ass, that i didn’t realize that the man in my own hole had slammed in hard, emptied his balls and had pulled out, only to be replaced by another cock. Reaper had moved so that his hands were on Scum’s shoulder blades, pushing him into the mat and positioning his body in the air, all the while thrusting his cock in and out of Scum’s hole. The ref and Scum’s partner, along with Dr. Death had left the ring and was watching from the outside. Scum’s grunts echoed the room. “Take death’s disease you mother fucking piece of shit” Reaper screamed spitting everywhere as he did. Reaper’s as clinched tight as he slammed into Scum’s ass. I could see in my mind’s eye the toxic load shooting out of his piss slit and deep into Scum’s ass. Reaper’s grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room, even as the crowd cheered. The man in me was steadily fucking my hole. I was really unaware of anything going on to me or around me. I was focused on Reaper’s ass. I didn’t care who fucked me or what Dan was doing. Reaper pulled out of Scum’s ass and grabbed him by the ankles. It was then I saw Scum’s face and he had tears streaming down his check. I don’t think he was sobbing because of what just happened to him, I think he was sobbing because now he had to face the consequences from his own partner and what he did. Reaper went through the rope and pulled Scum out of the ring. Grabbing him by the back of his neck and and the others left the arena. “The sexual tension is high tonight” the announcer said, “We have a new match to announce”

We began to untangle and Glen unlocked the room. I knew deep down that I could have run there and then, but my body had other ideas as Steve helped me to my feet and the three of us left and headed to the sling area. The piss smell was starting to subside and I noticed three guys pissing over the sling occupant. “Ah, that’s Brian. He’s a new convert. The last time he was here was his first. Like you, he didn’t realise the true nature of the evening, but now he’s a fully paid-up member. He’s being baptised by his new brothers. It’s something of a ritual for each new cumdump” What the fuck? These pigs were next level. I’d never in my wildest dreams witnessed such depravity. Yet despite my better judgement, I was getting hard at this. Fucksake. I should sober up this instant and run. I could hear Brian moaning, and encouraging these guys to piss over him. Like it was something that he needed too, finally wash away all those years of not letting himself be himself. Am I envying him? Was I turned on because in some way I knew that could be me one day? Glen went to the head of the sling and snogged Brian like they’d been lovers forever. Tenderly he stroked Brian’s head and asked him how he was feeling. Brian, for his part was reveling in his piss bath, but knew that he’d been in there long enough. Glen started to unstrap Brian from the sling, as Brian seemed to sense what was going on. “We’ve got a new member to welcome and recruit, dear boy, I trust you’ll help us pass on your knowledge” Brian grinned sadistically and said “It would be my pleasure, brother” and got out of the pissy sling. Steve grabbed my wrist, as if he sensed that I was going to make a run for it. I knew I could, but something tells me the night may go awry if I tried to escape. I just had to mentally accept that this was the road I was on now. These men were going to make into one of them. Whether the toxic cum in me already was starting to rewire me, or what, I can only accept now that this was my recruitment, and as Brian, Steve, Glen and a couple of others started to surround me, this glimpse of my future wasn’t terrifying me.

Man, i hope this guy spends all day and night there taking loads from the "regulars". I know i would.

Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

Chapter V I had to open my mouth very wide to get the head of Steve's cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum and it was a lot of it. I couldn't believe someone had that much and I slowly sucked on his head. His hand on the back of my head didn't push me down but just gently held me there. He was whispering to me and telling me how good that felt. I had no idea what to do really but just kind of sucked and licked his cock head. I was thinking, what the hell am I doing and why and I had no idea but could not seem to stop myself? There was little taste but what there was wasn't too bad and I kind of was getting turned on as he moaned softly. I kept it up for a bit and it must have been a good 5 minutes or more and then I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing down and I tried to open my mouth even further to take his huge pole in me. Soon I felt it hit into my throat and I started to gag and he let up on my head and eased out just a bit until I could breathe better and then back in gently. He kept it up and eventually I could tell he was going down into my throat a ways, still not all of his 12" but I would guess that I was taking a good 9" or maybe a little more in. He then started to help me as he started to raise up off of the bed and fucking my mouth. I could hardly believe that he was still producing so much precum but I was beginning to love the taste and his cock in my mouth felt wonderful. As I was sucking him I felt his hands start to pull me around on the bed till he could reach my cock. As he took ahold of me it dawned on me that I was hard as a rock again. Usually took me a lot longer to get up after cumming like I had when he had sucked me. He started to stroke my cock nice and easy and slow as I continued to suck him. He then pushed on me some and the next thing I knew I was on my side and then on my back and his cock was still in my mouth. Steve then all at once pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to wait a minute as he wanted to get something out of his pack. He grabbed it real quick, opened it and reached in and it looked like he got a tube of something out of it. He turned back and was already squeezing some of it onto his cock and told me I was going to love this. I asked what that was and he told me it was flavored lube. I had heard of that but never tried any and as he got it rubbed all over his cock he climbed on top of me and leaned over to put some on my cock also. As he did that I for once was not looking at his cock and he was sitting on his ass so I was looking at his back and noticed he had a tramp stamp tat, but only got a glimpse of it as he again raised up and lowered his cock towards my mouth. The tat had seemed to be some sort of almost circular figure but kind of openings around it too, just too quick for me to see it good. As his cock came down I opened my mouth and guided it in myself this time and started to suck him again. He was right, too, as the flavor turned out to be one of my favorite things, Strawberry. I really went to town sucking then and felt his mouth envelope my cock too. I was almost in heaven with the feelings and the flavors and I thought this is great, crazy but great. As we were both sucking, every once in a while he would stop and lift up and reach down and rub a little more of the lube on his cock for me and then would dribble it on my cock and I could feel it running down my cock and balls and into the crac of my ass. About the fourth time he did that I felt his hands on my ass and they were massaging my cheeks again and then one hand ran up and down the crack and around in a circle of my hole again. The tickle about drove me wild again. All at once he went deep on my cock with his mouth and as he did I felt a finger push against my hole and with all the lube it started to enter and I lifted right up off of the bed and was moaning around his cock at the pleasure. I then felt his finger come back out and he grabbed my legs with both hands and raised them way up as far as he could and then I felt his mouth come off of my cock and his tongue licked down the underside of it and then he was licking and sucking my balls for a little bit. Steve then went down lower and all at once I felt his tongue licking around my hole and again the feeling made me lift right off of the bed. He kept licking around my hole for a bit and then I felt him dribble more lube on my hole and his tongue was on my hole and pushing to get in. I about went crazy from it and lifted my ass trying to get more and more and I could feel his tongue enter a little bit. He kept that up for a while driving me wilder and wilder and then I felt his hand again come there also. As he kept licking my hole I felt his finger there again and this time it slipped right in. He kept licking and then I felt more lube being applied and his finger going in slow circles as he seemed to be trying to make my hole open more or something. Pretty soon if felt like another finger was in me too and the feelings were getting more and more intense. I was loving this and wanted to keep on going. His cock was magnificent in my mouth and I sucked him as good as I could. Soon it felt like he had more than two fingers in me and he was hitting something in my hole again that was driving me even more wild than before and then he quit licking me and looked over his shoulder at me and asked how I liked that, I stopped sucking him long enough to mumble around his cock that it felt great and he told me he now had all 4 of his fingers in my hole and my eyes had to pop out of my head almost when he said that. I didn't know a hole could open that far before and let his cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him that. He kind of laughed and said it could take more than that. WIthout taking his fingers out he then turned around on the bed and was between my legs then facing me and started to suck me more as he pushed my legs even higher up raising my ass off of the bed completely and I craned my neck to see . He was looking me right in the eyes and smiling around my cock in his mouth. He then let loose and keeping his fingers in my hole and turning and twisting them and driving them in and out too and sometimes I could feel his fingernails scrape some but it was so much pleasure they didn't matter. Steve then leaned more and started to kiss my cock and then up across my stomach and then to my chest, licking and sucking and kissing. As he got to my chest he detoured a little and sucked on a nipple and then across to the other one, never taking his eyes off of mine while doing it. Up he came until his head was right above mine and he was smiling and looking me right in the eyes and I felt his huge cock against my ass and next to his fingers still in my hole. He then asked me if I wanted the best thing yet or not. I could not think of a thing better than what I was feeling right then and I told him I was ready if he could do something that was better but couldn't think of anything better. He really grinned then and all at once he pulled his fingers out of my ass and I felt the huge head of his cock push in. I almost jumped out of my skin. I asked him what the hell are you doing and he told me he was doing just what he had said and I should take it and enjoy. I was pretty much upside down almost and pinned down and could really not do much anyway. I was wondering again what the hell am I doing? He held still for a bit letting my hole get used to the head of his cock in me and then started to push forward and I could feel his cock entering me little by little. I told him it was hurting some and he said that it would go away soon. He kept up the pressure and then lifted his body up some and I looked down to see that at least 3/4ths of his cock was in me now. I was shocked and had no idea I could take that much in me. His cock was so big I could feel it entering and it was hitting that spot continually now that his fingers had been hitting and the pleasure was starting to kick in again. I was squirming now and he told me he knew I would love that and started to pull back and then in again slow and easy rubbing my spot in and out and my own cock was tingling and nobody touching it. He kept up the slow rhythm for a while and then started to get a little faster and harder and soon he raised up again and as I looked down there I could see as well as feel his entire 12" of cock were entering me and I could feel his balls slap my ass on the instroke. He had been right, the pleasure was now far more than it had been before. I was now moaning and almost begging for more. As he quickened his pace some more he began to talk to me. He was telling me how great my nolonger virgin ass felt. It gripped him tight and he love the feeling and it was making him want to pound my hole faster and harder. He was also saying things I had no idea of like, going to seed your hole, going to mix our DNA, going to pour my babie in you and they will grow more in you, you are joining the club now, going to poz that hole good. I had no idea what he was talking about but it felt so good I didn't want to ever stop. He pounded my hole and got faster and harder and I don't know how but seemed to get deeper too. It felt better than anything I had ever felt before and I hoped it would go on forever. After what had to be a good half hour he really got to pounding my hole even harder and looked me in the eye again and asked me if I was ready for his cum in me as he was ready to cum and he told me when he did I would love it too. I told him to fill me up if it feels so good. He then rammed me and almost doubled me up with about a dozen more really hard thrusts and then groaned and told me here it is, take my poz cum. His cock was so big and buried so deep in my hole I felt every vibration of it and then felt the heat of his cum as it entered me and he kept cumming and cumming and grinding into me. After what seemed like several minutes he finally quit cumming and collapsed on me. His cock seemed to stay up quite a bit and then I noticed that my own cock had cum also and I hadn't touched it and his orgasm had pretty much overcome mine so I just now felt how good my own cock felt too. Steve's cock finally went down enough to fall out of my hole and he held me tight and kissed my neck and kind of rolled off of me. He was whispering to me how good that had been and hoped his seed took. Had no idea what he was talking about but I was too wrapped up in the afterglow of great sex to think about it. He kind of rolled onto his stomach then and laid there with his head turned to me looking at me and smiling. I returned the look and smile also. I then told him I had to get up and go pee. He just told me to hurry back. I went to the bathroom and as I started to pee, I could feel something running down my legs. I reached between my legs and got some of it on my fingers and then looked to see it. It appeared to be his cum running out of my ass, and a lot of it, and then I looked closer as there was definitely streaks of red in it. I thought to myself what the hell did his huge cock tear me open somehow. I got done and went back to him and asked him to take a look at my ass. He asked what was wrong and I told him it looked like some blood leaking out of my hole. He looked and said it looked like blood to him but not to worry. I asked why and he said he probably scratched me with his fingernails but that was what he had wanted to do. I asked what the hell for and he told me it made it better for his babies to get into my system. I told him I didn't understand that at all and then he said to look at his back. I then got a good look at his tat and noticed it did look like something I had seen before but couldn't place it. I told him it was a nice tat but so what. He then told me that was a biohazard tat and he was positive. I then told him oh ok now I remember and I am positive that is what it is too. He laughed and told me he knew what it was, but what he meant was that he is positive, HIV positive. My mouth dropped open and had to have hit the floor. I stammered, what the hell have you done to me? He then told me he has scratched me inside on purpose and had fucked me as hard as he could to make sure of more possible tears inside of me so the virus would be sure to get into my blood fast. I could only sit and stare and wonder again, what the hell was I doing? Just a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married and never fooled around and then had picked up a hitchhiker and now had had gay sex with him and then found out he was hiv positive and he had cut me up inside my ass and it was most likely in my blood already. It dawned on me that he was talking again and telling me how hot I had been and didn't I love the feelings? Wasn't it the best sex I had ever had? As he was talking I also noticed he was stroking his huge cock and it was almost all the way up again. I found I could not take my eyes off of it as it grew to its full length and hardness again. I could only think omg it is magnificent and reached for it again. Before the night was done he had fucked me three more times and had cum in me 4 times more and I had loved every minute of it. I was to be there for two weeks of work and invited him to stay the whole time before taking off to hitchhike again.

Chapter IV OMG I couldn't believe I was actually letting a guy suck my cock, but I was so horny and his mouth felt so good, I couldn't stop him. Months of basically my own hand as a release was just not getting it done and now the feelings were just more than I could stop. Both of Steve's hands had ahold of my ass, a cheek in each, and holding me tight to him. His head bobbing on my cock and my cock going deep into his throat on every in stroke. His tongue rolling around the head of my cock on every out stroke. I had not ever had this good of a bj in my life. His hands on my ass were kneading my cheeks and pulling them out and in and it felt like one was moving a little closer to my crack? I then did feel his fingers kind of rubbing my crack a little, but I didn't care as his mouth on my cock had me so close to cumming. His mouth was just plain magic on my cock. I could feel my cock and balls starting to tingle and knew my load was getting very close to spurting. I was trying to tell him it was coming but could not get the words out, all I could do was moan. Then, I felt his fingers in my crack go lower and a finger ran around my hole and the tickle was too much. I grabbed his head and thrust deep into his throat and started to cum hard. He sucked even harder too as I erupted with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My cum just kept pouring out of me. It was fantastic and I did not want it to end. As, I was coming down, it all at once dawned on me that his finger that had been just tickling my hole was deep inside me. I could feel it rubbing something in there and felt so nice I just stood there for a while and then felt him pull it out and the emptiness was not good after so much pleasure. I was coming down from the extreme high of my orgasm and now I was wondering what the hell I had done. Married and had never even thought of cheating on her and now had let some guy I had picked up hitchhiking give me a blow job and had loved it. What the hell? I walked to the bathroom, dragging my ass but good trying to figure out what the hell had happened. I didn't really have to go but closed the door and sat for a while trying to get my head around what had happened. After what seemed like hours, but was really only about 5 or 10 minutes, I came out and could not really look at Steve. I was totally confused about our play and had no idea what to do or say. Steve finally broke the silence and told me he was sorry about what happened. He told me that is just seemed like I was too uptight and had told him about all my work and no sex at home and he thought he would just try to help me out a little. I asked him what the hell had we done and why? He then told me he probably should have told me before but he was gay. He again apoligized and I told him to forget it it was already done. I went on to tell him that it had felt good and he was good at a bj for sure. I was finally starting to relax a little, still upset some but not angry and told Steve that. I thanked him for the bj and he told me it was no big deal as he enjoyed it too and it had been a while since he had done that too. We were both naked as hell too and I noticed that he still had a hell of a hardon himself with that huge 12" sticking out. I mentioned it to him and told him it was too bad I wasn't gay or I would get that huge puppy off for him. He laughed and told me if I didn't mind he sure was horny and wondered if I minded if he just masturbated himself to get off as he sure did need a release. I told him to go ahead if he wanted. Steve then sat down on the bed and started to stroke that magnificent cock of his. I could not take my eyes off of it. As his hand moved up and down on that huge member I found myself leaning forward to watch. Up and down his hand went slowly at first and then speeding up some. I couldn't help myself but got up from where I was sitting and moved to sit on the edge of the bed he was on to see up close. It was mesmerizing to watch. I could see his cock getting wet from precum and it was a lot of it, more precum than I usually had as cum. His cock was really wet now and slick. I again caught myself leaning forward as if drawn by a magnet to see this action the likes of which I had never seen or even imagined before. As I leaned forward, Steve's other hand all at once slowly but forcefully reached up and got ahold of me behind my head and pushed me down towards his cock more. He didn't actually force me down, but I put up almost no resistance. Soon I was almost touching his cock and he guided it towards my mouth and whispered to me to go ahead and taste it and see what I thought. It was hypnotic and I found myself opening my mouth and then the head of his cock was past my lips and I was getting my first ever taste of precum and cock.