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My older brother dealt drugs when we were teenagers and he made me smoke pot with him a couple times but I didn’t like it. After I came out when I was 16 in 1979, I dated guys monogamously and never did drugs. One time when I went with a friend to Austin for a lake party, someone slipped a molly into my sandwich. It freaked me out, not knowing what had happened and I didn’t like it. Anything that was speedy, even caffeine trigger my anxiety, and that sure did it. After that I specifically avoided doing anything and rarely drank. Many years later when my husband of 20 years and I visited Palm Springs for the second time, we rented a house and made plans to hang out with guys we found on apps. We had been open for about ten years and it worked for us. We didn’t hook up much with other people where we lived for discretion. We were both executives in visible positions and needed to be discreet. But when we were out of town it was easier. My husband is an ex-model, very hung and had no problem finding willing younger guys (his type) to fuck. I liked all kinds of guys and had become pretty adventurous with sex, exploring a lot of kinks over the years. I found a really sexy, tall all-American looking guy in his 40s on an app. He had a humongous dick, which was my kryptonite, seemed kinky, and kind of nasty. He was interested in hanging out and was free that night. He said he had a friend who was on his way from San Francisco and would be in town within the hours. He sent me pics of the guy. His friend was in his 30’s, shorter than his friend and also really handsome, in that swarthy Italian way. Oh, and he also had a huge cock, almost as big as his tall friend. I got the impression they liked tag teaming bottoms and I’d trained my hole to be flexible and strong, so I could take big cocks and even a fist a couple times, and still be able to get tight pretty quickly afterwards. But, it had been awhile since I’d been fucked because work was crazy busy during COVID, so I would have to really get warmed up to take either of these guys. We met at CCBC where I had rented a room. The tall guy was there in the lobby when I arrived and introduced himself as “Rob” (not his real name). We got settled into the room when the shorter Italian guy arrived, and introduced himself as “Gino” (also not his real name). Gino and I sort of hit it off right away. He made a couple trips to the four to bring in four suitcases. Rob explained that Gino was a dealer and was moving to Palm Springs and was setting up shop as soon as he moved into his rental house. Gino opened up the suitcases. While I couldn’t see everything from my chair across the room, I could see they were full of pill bottles, plastic baggies, many different colors of pills and powders, along with pipes, bongs and other stuff I couldn’t see very clearly. Gino asked me if I partied and I said I didn’t but told them I had brought a joint and didn’t mind if they did. I’d heard how addictive, dangerous and intense meth was and that never appealed to me, especially because it was speedy. In fact it scared the hell out of me. I had a really great life and I didn’t want to do anything to mess that up. However, something surprised me in that moment he asked me. I got scared about the idea and weirdly it also turned me on. I kind of laughed to myself because it seemed I’d found another kink I didn’t want to actually engage in, but fantasize about, like pozzing. They started smoking from a bong and blowing big clouds. The clouds seemed really seductive to me. Gino asked me if I wanted to try a hit. I paused for just a couple seconds, feeling my cock get raging hard. I told him no. He raised an eyebrow like he didn’t believe me. I think he’d noticed my hesitation and curiosity. So he said, “How about this?” He took a big hit and then came over to about a foot from me and started blowing it towards my face. I wasn’t expecting it but for some reason my reflexive reaction was to breathe some in. I quickly exhaled, worried what might happen. Gino smiled a little and the two guys took some more hits. I was feeling my favorite sex pot and laid down on the bed. Gino came over next to me on the bed, took a huge hit and leaned over me, holding it and raising his eyebrows. My cock instantly got even harder, I think because of the risk and danger. I’d learned that risk and a little danger was a turn-on for me when being blindfolded at my first dungeon party a couple months ago. I just looked into his eyes and he must have taken that as a green light because he leaned down and blew the big hit into my mouth. I only breathed in a little but just the idea of someone getting me high on something dangerous without my explicit consent made almost cum. We talked for quite a while and I found that I really liked both of them, especially Gino. He was surprisingly down to earth and friendly, easy to talk to. He seemed surprisingly trustworthy for a dealer. Rob definitely did not seem trustworthy, but something about his shadiness was sexy. I’d taken another hit off the indica joint and was feeling good. We all made out for awhile, and it was hot. They paused, got up and shot up their dicks with what they called trimix. The guy with the monster dick said he had to have an extra strong formula to get his big beautiful cock hard after partying. Watching them inject their dicks was unexpectedly crazy hot. I laughed at myself, at how much I’d changed since my sort of puritan 20’s and 30’s. As they shot their dicks up, I began to feel the meth I’d inhaled. It was speedy, but nice, very euphoric and it made me even hornier. I began to want to be fucked pretty bad. After the trimix, they said they were going to slam. I didn’t know what that meant but when they started filling two syringes I figured it out. I noticed I started precumming watching them, and I think they noticed it too. As I watched and wondered what it would be like, I realized how dark my kinks had gotten. It was kind of scary, and alluring too. I could see it hit them and how much they enjoyed it, but it still scared the hell out of me. After they slammed we really started making out hardcore. Rob started playing with my hole and said, “Gino, you’ve got to check out his hole. It is magnificent.” Gino moved around to between my legs and said, “fuuuuuuck” and started eating me out. Rob gave me his dick to suck. While I was doing that, Rob leaned over to Gino and whispered something. Gino shook his head while his tongue was deep in me. I asked what they were talking about because this was a pretty risky situation. Gino took his mouth off of my hole and said, “Rob thought we should stealth booty bump you, you know, but some Tina up your hole and get you higher. I told him no, that wasn’t cool.” My reaction to hearing this was gratitude for Gino protecting me, and getting really turned on my Rob's sleazy underhandedness and desire to corrupt me. I just said, “fuuuuuck” and closed my eyes. Gino began to fuck me as I was sucking Rob’s enormous head. I couldn't’ get it in any further. My hole was amazingly loose and took Gino’s big rod pretty easily. He kept saying how much he loved my hole, and then came in me hard. I could feel it - it was a lot. He kept fucking me, like fucking the cum into my hole with a little half smile. Then Rob moved around and turned me over on my knees and fucked the living hell out of me. I couldn’t believe I could take his whole cock. Gino was kissing me and sliding fingers in beside Rob’s cock, stretching me beyond even when I had been fisted. Rob also came hard and shoved in me deeper than I’d had any cock, hand or toy, and he just held it there while he came. He started at me, watching my eyes. After a couple minutes, I could feel it. There was meth in their cum. I could feel the euphoric speed hitting me. “Oh jeezus!” I said. “You guys did stealth me after all, with your cum!” Gino said that it wasn’t much and assured me I’d be fine. With hardly a poz, Gino slid underneath me and then began to slide in, with Rob still inside. “Oh shit. Oh shit. I don’t think I can take it.” I said. Gino told me to just breathe and I’d be fine. Suprisingly, it hurt and stretched hard for a few minutes but after that I just felt amazingly full and tight and fantastic. Then both they started fucking me, moving in and out with different cadences and depth. I started to scream in complete ecstacy, and then came. They kept fucking me until they both came again. After that I was spent, and just turned over on my back. I was really spinning now, part pot, part meth, part dopamine from the sensation of being double fucked, but I felt great. We chatted for a bit and then they slammed again and took another couple hits. Gino blew another hit in my face. I definitely didn’t need it. The cum was doing the trick. But I wasn’t too high. Several concerns registered in my mind: the first was, I liked it and I was thinking about when I would do it again. The second was, how high I was still going to get, and lastly, how long would I be high? Would I need to stay overnight? Would my husband be able to tell when I got home? I texted my husband that I was having a great time, we were hanging out with some guys at CCBC and not to wait up. After I put my phone down, Gino pulled my knees up and pulled my ass to his cock, which was still hard. He slid in me and said, “What do you want?” “Are you poz?” I asked, registering this was my other dangerous fantasy. “No, but Rob is and he’s not on meds. Are you on PreP?” He asked. I realized I had forgotten my prep at home and had not taken it in two days, which wasn’t a big deal. Gino said I’d be fine. Gino shoved his beautiful, big uncut cock inside me and began fucking me slowly, all the way in and all the way out. Then he shoved it deep inside, leaned over me and said, “Clench your hole on my cock.” I couldn’’t figure out why but I did it. He held still, his big hard cock all the way inside me. I suddenly began to feel fuller, like his cock was expanding. He smiled and said, “You’ve never been piss fucked before, have you.?” “Oh fucking hell!” I replied It was the hottest thing I’d never heard about. After he finished filling me far beyond any capacity I’d previously reached, he started fucking me. He told me to stay clenched as he fucked me slowly, and I did. My daily Kegel exercises were paying off. He fucked me for a few minutes then pulled out slowly and told me to hold it in. He raised my knees and then ass up so that my hole was like a piss chalice and it would stay in. “How does that feel?” He asked with a grin. “It is blowing my mind.” I replied, ”Hold it in for five minutes.” He said, giving me a knowing look. And then it hit me, their piss had probably more meth in it than their cum. A lot more. They had slammed twice and smoked a lot. Then I started feeling the big wave of high hit me hard. It was amazing, not at all like I expected. Both of the guys were getting off on doing this to me and we all kissed together as I held it inside me. The high kept getting bigger and bigger. Gino told me to go to the bathroom and let it out. When I got back to the bed, Rob said, “My turn.” Rob’s piss fucking me was even wilder; his bigger cock, and much more piss did a lot more damage to my hole and really ratchet up my high. After I let it out, I was really spinning but feeling great. We messed around some more, made out and the double fucked me again for a bit. Then Rob jumped up and said with a big surprised grin. “Come with me. Grab a towel and follow me.”

Context: POV of my experience breeding a cumdump in London. I had been eyeing his profile for a few weeks now, but had been too nervous to message him. After getting off to cumdump porn on twitter for a while, I worked up my courage to get the real experience. The beating of my heart drowned out the noise of the busy road outside his apartment building, as I waited to be let in. It was my first time doing something like this and I didn’t even know the guy’s name; all I had to go on was a single image taken of him on all fours: showing off a muscular back, leading down to his small waist, and finally a bubble jockstrapped ass. In his profile description, there was just one word - ‘Cumdump’. The buzzer sounded and I was let in. Irrationally, it felt as if the man in reception knew what I was there for and my face was heated. I walked quickly through the corridor to the elevator, whilst masking my anxiety with nonchalance. After reaching his floor, I again read over his instructions to find his flat - my cock was rock hard at this point. My breath paused briefly when I saw his door ajar… this was really about to happen. It was dark inside, with faint music playing. It smelled of sex. I found him on all fours in red lighting, in nothing but a jockstrap exactly like in his pictures. The sight of a muscular man, face down ass up, waiting to be fucked will forever be engraved in my mind. I got on my knees and gave his round globes a feel, taking my time to appreciate every inch and occasionally spreading his hole. With the tip of my right thumb I circled his wet hole teasingly before doing the same with my tongue. I then laid it flat on his hole - it tasted a mix of berry-flavored lube and cum - lapping at that soft, silky goodness. The next few minutes were spent alternating between tonguing his hole deep in and out and drawing letters, shapes, and symbols, I honestly couldn’t get enough. But I came for something else. The thing that had kept my cock straining against my jeans for the entirety of London to see on the journey to his place. My balls were churning like crazy - I needed to breed him. Pushing my cock into his pre-loaded hole was so easy since there was little resistance. The feeling of warmth and wetness was unmatched to any other guy I had fucked before and I knew I would become addicted to it. I slid my cock in and out with long-strokes, slow and deep, really just stretching him out as much as I could. That was my standard tempo, speeding up to a faster fucking every now and then; he would get especially verbal at the peak of fucking, begging for my load. I kept at this for about 45 minutes, with some small breaks in between. Fucking him in missionary was amazing - he wound his thick muscular legs around me as if to get my cock as deep as possible into his slutty hole. All the while his baseball cap stayed on, obscuring his anonymity. He was just a cumdump, a hole to be used and bred by the men of the city. I heard his door open as someone else came in. Initially I panicked, but he reassured me it was another cruiser coming to dump his load - my time was up. He laid flat on the ground, with me on top of him. The feel of his sweaty muscular back against my chest as I fucked him deep was glorious. In this position, his hole felt tighter than before, he was stimulating my cock so well. I sped up faster and faster until he was begging for my load in front of the new guest, who had already dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. Finally I came, shoving my cock as deep as possible inside him. With full control over his slutty hole, he did this thing where he clenched his cheeks to squeeze my dick, milking the cum from my dick. After a minute of my cock being jerked off by his ass, I slid out and saw his hole gape with my cum. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I gave him a soft slap on his ass and said thank you, putting my jeans back on. He mumbled something unintelligible in response, probably because the other breeder had already started fucking him. I left with a smile on my face.

Hello to everybody, as I was telling you some months ago, I developed the desire to be a cumdump, after moving to NYC. I have managed to find a Master who is training me into turning myself into a toy for tops, and this really makes me always crazy horny. I have found to be a very resilient power bottom also. I cannot describe you how much I love the smell, the feeling of that sloshing, and of that cock pumping a big loads inside of you. So far my loads count since February 2023 is 198 loads. Master wanted me to have a slow progression at the beginning to test and train me with smaller and controlled sessions. Now I'm officially ready and Master will create a yearly goal to keep improving myself. I wanna get used as much as possible I will never refuse a load. Master agreed to my request, to make this social, so he will set as goal the most common (values) suggested in this topic. So given the fact that I am at 198, we still have 3 months and that now I'll finally start to get used without any limitation; what do you think has to be the 2023 and 2024 goals for this 21yo cumdump?

CHAPTER 7 EV I was high and barely aware really of my surroundings, but my body was overwhelmed. Sensations everywhere. The toy in my very stuffed ass was vibrating madly. I was smothered by someone’s ass, very musky ass, and being made to lick it clean, whatever that meant. And my cock was my fire as it felt like someone was shoving a red hot poker down it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the word “sounding” floated to me. I grasped for it but couldn’t hold on. A pain flared in my cock as I felt something even larger sliding down me, stretching that virgin hole even wider. I grunted, and suddenly the vibrations in my ass jumped up even more intense. I couldn’t think; I couldn’t breathe. I was in so much pain at the moment because nothing was feeling good right now. I felt myself getting lightheaded and thought “maybe I’ll pass out and it’ll all go away.” I felt another set of hands on me, grabbing my nipples. Twisting and pinching them. I felt them stiffen with the attention and then sharp pain. A biting sharp pain clamped onto one. I started to struggle and felt a very firm pair of hands against my chest. “Stay still faggot, or this’ll get worse!” No clue which one said it, but I obeyed, and felt the same sharp clamp in my other nipple. I whimpered and fought to control my body. “Fuck yeah! Look at that men!” “Like some WaHo hashbrowns…scatted, smothered, and STUFFED!” Raucous laughter sounded around me. From above me, “their tongue is magic….getting my hole slick and clean. I could sit like this for hours!” “You’ll get your chance for hours, later, Horse. There’s so much more I want to do before that.” Intense pain flared through my nipples as they were tugged on. Whatever had ahold of them wasn’t letting go, and the pain of the biting clamps and the stretch of the skin was more than I’d ever felt before. I realized I was whining, all the while I focused on eating this man’s ass like my life depended on it. Actually, it could. I wasn’t sure yet. My nipples were screaming in pain and then it eased. The stretch again and then it eased. Stretched and ease…over and over, barely enough time for me to register that the pulling had eased off. My ass was vibrating all through this and, against what I thought was imaginable, the vibrations when up in intensity another notch. I felt something slide out of my cock and felt rough hands caressing my balls. I felt them gripped and massaged…rolled around in their hand. Finally something felt good. And then it didn’t. Pressure on my balls crept higher. They were being squeezed and it went beyond feeling good to uncomfortable….beyond uncomfortable to downright painful….and then, a sharp squeeze that send intense pain up my stomach and a hard jerk on my nipples as I felt the clamps give way and my world went white. NEEDLES I saw the moment it happened, everything in this kids body went haywire like they’d just been shocked. I pulled the massage gun back, I was worried they’d blacked out on us. Bull was brutalizing squeezing and massaging their nuts with a viscous grin on his face. Ben yanked the alligator clips off the nipples, and I swear I didn’t know those would rip off like that. But I saw blood on the chest and figured, that was what happened when they did. I saw Horse’s face and the look of bliss as he grinded his ass down on their mouth. “They still licking?” I asked. If they were, then they were still conscious. “Fuck yeah it is! Actually going at it like they’re starved”. Hmmm…I looked again at the scene before me. This wasn’t unconsciousness I was seeing. This was a body that had just crossed into that disassociated state I knew of. “Bull, squeeze ‘em super hard again….make it hurt like a motherfucker again.” “Gladly!”. I saw the muscles in Bull’s forearms flex and ripple. I reached down and grabbed the base of the plug. I jiggled it and got a good grip and started tugging it back some. Then I heard I most beautiful sound…a plaintive moan from under Horse’s ass, I knew I was right. “Harder Bull. The kid’s hit subspace and is flying!” Our Hole was moaning from under Horse…their hips started to writhe and I saw Bull squeeze more and felt our tight little cunt let go of the plug. It slipped out and we all heard the most beautiful noises. And I was rock hard and ready to play. I started fucking their sloppy cunt with the huge plug, watching and hearing our Hole’s painful ecstasy. They pushed down on it, no matter how much doing so increased the painful pressure Bull had on their nuts. He was rolling them and squeezing like he was trying to crush walnuts, and looking like he was as happy as he could ever get. “Axel…do me a favor and bring my bag over. Our plaything is where I want him for now.” Ben was still torturing those bloody nipples and I was ready for my turn. “Take over for me here, Axel”. And he did…got between those limp legs that Horse held up. I grabbed the alcohol and a few tools. I sat next to Ben and he scooted to the side. I took the swabs and wiped the blood from the nipples and took a clamp and gripped it good. I increased the pressure more than I needed, because I wanted to. I took a needle and in one motion pierced through the nipple. The sound from our Claim was like music to my ears. I clamped the far nipple and not gently pushed a needle through that one. I got Horse’s attention and got him to move back and sit on their arms so they were trapped underneath Horse’s weight. I leaned over and looked in those beautiful eyes. “Ben, how do they look to you? I see a Hole in the rapture of subspace, but wanted to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.” Everyone else kind of leaned forward and Horse lifted up their head. A round of “sure does” and “looks like it me” sounded around me. “If their cunt is any indication, they can’t seem to get enough right now”. And Axel went back to the sloppiest fucking toy play I think I’d heard. I leaned over and kissed those sweet lips. I could taste Horse’s ass, but didn’t care. I looked into unfocused eyes, “baby you’re gonna bleed so sweetly for me, eventually, but for now, just lie here and let me decorate you.” “Gentlemen, if I may……Horse, keep their arms pinned….and Axel, plug that hole and hold the spreader bar down.” Everyone give me a bit more space and this sweet little offering was stretched out before me. Two of my needles already had homes in their nipples, but I wasn’t finished. I capped each of the needles in their nipples with small corks, and got more out of my bag. I carefully held the already pierced nipples and slipped another one, this one going up and down, through it. This time I let the piercing push slowly. I wanted our claim to feel the needle slipping through. And I could see it. I knew exactly what sensations were happening to our abused little Hole. But the sounds of pain and pleasure were so obvious that I knew this was erotic to them as it was to me. I corked this needle and prepared another. Another slow piercing in the other nipple and it was done. Our sweet little cunt had my version of a holy cross in each nipple, and I was smiling like a kid on his birthday. I pulled the soft little cock flat against their chest. My mind wandered as it massaged it, seeing if it would respond at all. I’d long ago figured that T showed the world who was a MAN and who was hole. Real men would get rock hard with Lady T and want to ruin any hole they could find. Holes, on the other hand, went so limp and soft and nothing would get an erection out of them except Viagra or sobriety. And as I suspected, we had us a natural Hole on our hand. No matter how sweetly I played, our little claim wasn’t going to get hard. They knew they were made for men like us, and I was more than pleased with it. Getting Bull to help, I pulled their soft cock taut, and pinched some skin on the top….and slid in another needle. Once….twice….three times…..and that was all I could fit on this soft cock. No more until I was ready to do more permanent ones. I stood back to admire my work, and smiled. I saw Ben stepping back over to us. He wrapped a cable to the spreader bar and pulled it tight, letting Axel get up and stop holding. He cuffed our kid’s wrists and did the same thing there so Horse could get up. Then Ben fitted a gag in their mouth and screwed in a funnel. I could tell by the look on Horse’s face he was confused. I thought I’d help out, “It’s so we can piss in it and they have no choice but to drink it.” Ben pulled out the plug from their ass and replaced it with an inflatable one. He started pumping it up and I reached over the funnel I knew was getting attached to that. I handed it to Ben and he screwed it into the now inflated plug. “Guys, let’s give our kid a break again and let him float and enjoy their gift from Needles. Let’s get some more beer down here.” As they began to step away, I picked up the nearby poppers and held it under their nose a few times, keeping them off-kilter. “Such a beautiful thing wearing my jewelry. Just wait until you’re wearing my brands and scars.” With that I gave a very wicked slap on their well-abused balls and walked over to get a beer.

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

Sure, if you like the guy why not. I've already fucked a guy from one of the hostels in town. He was around late 20s, scruffy with his brown hair and bead roughly clippered, but I like scruffy so no problem for me. I used to buy him coffee because he'd hang around the bus station looking cold. After I mentioned kissing a guy one time he started giving me super cruisy vibes. Shifty eyes, adjusting his dick a lot. It reminded me of the curious 'straight' army guys that used to visit some of the local areas. Seemed like a good offer, I was totally up for doing it with him, so I said how about a coffee at mine. Things started out awkward. But he still followed me to the bedroom. Lots of shy but horny energy with him. Eventually we got our clothes off and I told him sit in my lap. I was sat on the bed and he sat in my lap facing me with his legs around my waist. We kissed and I told him he's a hot guy and how much I wanted to fuck him. He wasn't dirty or anything, hostels have showers, but he wouldn't have prepared his butt for unplanned sex. I took a chance and we fucked bare. No discussion, just lubed it up and started rubbing his hole. He didn't object so I went inside. I wondered how much he did this and if he'd ever done it for money, but actually he bucked a bit when I entered him and seemed quite tight so I think fairly limited fucking before then. I remember his warm furry stomach pressed against mine and feeling his legs flexing as he squeezed my dick inside his hot butt. And his kissing, which was kind of clumsy, but I liked our beards merging together. He was shy about eye contact, but had beautiful eyes. It was very intimate sex, slow and lots of kissing. I shot two loads in him that evening. My dick got a little messy, but who cares, it's nothing a shower didn't fix. So yeah, no problems with fucking a homeless guy. I suspected some issues with drug use however, and it's not unusual for homeless guys to have behavior problems. He seemed pretty chill and let me blast a couple of loads in his guts, but if I were a smaller guy I'm not sure I'd have taken my chances with him.

Nothing I like more than swallowing limitless loads of cum, but I want them straight out of a dick. Line up and keep feeding me. Had a bud freeze a couple in a plastic pill bottle and fuck it into my ass, but I like my cum warm and shooting into my mouth. Hottest is sucking in public and guys just walk up and feed you one after the other.

I know all about it, specially the breeding scene. For breeding I'd follow the naked nights of the cruise bars. They've (mostly ) coordinated so they don't overlap. Cuero Mondays, naked day, it's truly exceptional. Big caveat though, this is a mature crowd, but holy cow there's BBing going in here. Last summer I got five loads in a row upstairs at the end of the night. People had to unload and when one started a line formed and all deposited. XXL on naked Wednesdays can be fun. XXL is new, not sure if It'll survive, but the few that go are definitely worth it. Location is very convenient but I don't have faith in the owners promoting this place properly. Thursdays are naked for Alcatraz, and I have always had a good time here on Thurs. Sucks the other days for me (too young a crowd) Attack (the old querel) is naked on Wednesday and Sundays. It's a bit far but place is great. Personally haven't been recently so not sure what's going on. It's close to the sauna .. Then you have extreme. Extreme IS the reference cruise space in Torremolinos. It's expansive and always busy. I've been on a Tuesday in January and there was action. With being the "default" cruise bar comes a mixed crowd. Some younger tweakers, some unsure what they are looking for. Sometimes the Extreme vibe is a bit off .. sometimes it just clicks. There's more to tell about Torremolinos but I'll stop here not to make this too long. Is there's interest I can expand.

lol so my bio daddy was just absolutely railing my ass doggystyle after i came home with a dozen fresh loads simmering in my pussy and he told me he was one of the men who took a couple turns fucking my slutty blindfolded body in the public sling and how he is always impressed at how hard a fucking i take and how easily i take even the biggest cocks. but even better he told me he is excited for me to get implants and that he is glad i’m finally getting my cock and balls removed. he said i never should have been born with one cause i was always a girl and if i was born a girl this slutty he woulda started fucking me a long time ago. i told him he is going to be the first man to cum inside my new pussy and he absolutely exploded inside me.

He was a fucking beast!

I can relate to that. Gotta shoot our loads.

Yeah, the ones where the bottom gets talked into taking the load and gives into lust are the best.

Feeling free and uninhibited. That's what I wanted the first time I let a guy in me bare, and it's what I feel every time since. Just being two guys doing what comes naturally together with no barriers in our heads or physically between us. Plus I'm an intimate fucker, I like being up close and intimate, sometimes cuddly, sometimes roughly, but always loads of physical contact and every bit counts for me. The only problem is I'm the generation who grew up with sex between guys seeming like it was all about HIV and we couldn't safely do these things with each other. Sure you can get a boyfriend, but I'm more the liberal free love type, I want unplanned experiences with different guys, I like spontaneous, I like lust, these are big parts of my sexuality. I daydream about the time a hot hairy guy I'd been checking out at the pool one night cruised me and we ended up in the shower with my speedos round my ankles as he shagged me with a squirt of hair conditioner for lube. Before PrEP I could only imagine doing stuff like that. I was one of the first guys on PrEP and I did exactly what I wanted to do soon as I could. I got talking with a guy on Grindr called Ed who was really horny to fuck that night. I went over to his place and within minutes of going in the door and first kissing we were naked in bed. We hadn't said a thing about condoms. I was hoping he'd go for it bare. And he did, he was rubbing his dick all over my hole as he leaked precum. Where I'd have once had to pull away I was now letting him do it and it felt liberating. I wanted to have [banned word] unsafe sex with a guy as a way of claiming back my sexuality from all the negative messages about sex with other guys. I asked for some lube and he left the room to find some and came back with a condom on. I said no need for that and pulled it off. He didn't ask twice, he was right back between my legs and went inside me as we kissed. While I've had some great sex and prostate orgasms with guys wearing condoms, I've got a sensitive hole and I can feel a difference. It's smoother for sure, more pleasure and less friction. The precum probably helps too. It was an easy prostate orgasm with Ed, no trouble, he was a good top and fucked for long enough for that nice warm buzzing sensation to start inside my hole, and it grew until the orgasm hit me. I let him cum inside me too. It didn't actually feel different to a guy with a condom on, it was the same pulsing and hot liquid sensation, but this time I still felt it after he pulled out. I went to bed that night and was lying there with his cum still inside me thinking about how juicy it felt. It's different to just lube, it was proper wet and juicy. I pulled my legs up so his cum wouldn't leak out and started squeezing my arse and flexing my legs, just enjoying the sensation of being full of his cum. It felt like the sides of my hole were rubbing against each other and the warm buzzing feeling started. That was new and cool, before then I'd only ever prostate orgasmed with a guy inside me. I kept going and eventually went over the edge thinking about the fuck earlier. I also dreamed about sex that night, I remember feeling like my butt was really warm and nice. This is something I've repeated a few times with other guy's loads. So, I can prostate orgasm with a guy inside me, but if I want to do it by myself or have a chance of dreaming about sex like that I need to be full of cum. Nothing else works, got to be the real stuff. So yeah, had some great experiences with condom sex, but there's all kinds of reasons why I like it without too.

Last September I visited a CumUnionparty in Amsterdam. I didn't really had a plan and just walked around and waited in the cellararea, which is provided with a big fuckbed you can walk around and with a sling, all dimly lit. I took position next to the sling in which a guy was being fucked. I overheard the fucker say "can I come in your ass", which was granted by the bottom and I heard a loud growl just a short period after that when he shot his load deep in his ass. The top left, leaving the bottom with a fresh load, lying in the sling. I didn't wait a second before I took my already growing dick from my pants and started taking position to give him a second fuck. I touched his ass, it was so sticky so I kneeled down and felched the cum straight from his ass. The bottom reacted and gave my a sign he wanted to have his share of it and I gave it back to him snowballing. At the same take I started fucking his cummy ass. He got so aroused by the whole scene he started jerking off his cock while I was fucking him. I noticed that he was about to come so I pulled out and moved my head downwards just in time to have him ejaculate in my mouth. So that was my second load. Some time after that I spotted a guy which i recognised from a bare-profile somewhere on the net, stating being poz and looking for loads, poz loads no problem. It just turned me on he was so specific about that in his profile and for me that with this slut I had the opportunity to fuck a guaranteed poz-ass. I took position near him and the slut was immediately grabbing for my dick and directing it towards his ass. I felt great entering that hole, it was so slippery I could not tell for sure it was lube or some previous loads. I wispered I was about to give him my pozload, he said "please do, I want pozcum" and so I seeded his ass pumping it deep inside. I felt so fucking happy I experienced all this cumsex that afternoon. Will go back next time for sure, again for both giving and taking it.

Could we add inflation to the list? I paid close to $50 bucks to get a locker at Club FLL on a holiday weekend. The younger generation won't pay that when you could get three months of ad-free Grindr for $39. Grindr did to bathhouses what Netflix did to DVDs. Which brings me to my point of could bathhouses do a subscription service model to attract new patrons?

Ahmed clearly had a thing for newly legal teen boys. Our schools cleaner has caught me jerking off in the locker room sniffing a teammates swimmers. He had threatened to tell my parents unless I did exactly what he asked. To be honest I was more than happy to do whatever the early 40’s Middle Eastern cleaner wanted. I could tell he had a muscular hairy body under his uniform, and it turned out he had a massive 11” Arabic cock that could hit all the right places. That’s how I had ended up Poz at age 18. Ahmed has taken me into an empty toilet cubicle, stuffed dirty underwear into my mouth, bent me over the toilet and forced the thick blunt headed anaconda up my virginity hole. He took my virginity whilst I could hear my teammates going about their business in the locker room. Thank god for his sweaty underwear in my mouth or I’m sure the whole team would have seen me giving my virgin ass to the schools cleaner. He had enjoyed pounding my hole in such a risky setting, and after 10 minutes of ripping up my ring I felt him go stiff and collapse on my back as he filled me with his hot Arab jizz. He silently pulled out of me, wiped his dick on my track shirt and got dressed. As he went to open the door to leave the cubicle he whispered ‘Thanks for the hole slut, you’re now pregnant with my Poz babies.’ I waited until he had left, scooped some of his hot jizz that was running down my leg and jerked the last neg load of my life all over the floor. Sure enough, 4 weeks later I came down with the worst flu. I took myself to the clinic and they confirmed I had been knocked up by the thick Arab anaconda. Since then Ahmed had continued to use my holes whenever it suited him, but it soon became apparent he was getting bored with me. I received a short text from him ‘come to my house, tonight at 9pm’ followed by an address…

Chapter 1 - So it begins My friend Dave decided he wanted to do something special for me for my birthday. We’ve played together a lot in the past and had only recently started partying together. The last time we met, we smoked a good amount, and he fucked me, bred me and played in my ass. For the birthday event, he told me to plan for a few days of time off since he wanted to get me really spun. I was able to get a few days off from work, so I told him we’d be all set. I did a deep clean in the morning and a touchup later. Dave told me to show up at his house around 8. He has a playroom in the basement, with a sling and fuck bench, lots of toys, and some fetish clothing. The basement has a door to the outside at the back of his house. I got there, and Dave and I went down to the playroom. I stripped down to my Nasty Pig jock. Dave wanted me to wear one of his harnesses, so I slipped that on too. He had a pipe packed already so we lit the torch and started taking some deep hits. Dave can get hard even when he’s spun, so I hopped in the sling and put my feet in the stirrups. Dave rimmed my ass for a while, getting me ready for his cock. He has a great cock for my ass. It’s not really long, about 7”, but it’s really thick. He knows how to get my ass ready for his thickness before he shoves it in and then he can fuck for a long time. He has a nice hairy chest and a trimmed beard so I like that I can watch him as he fucks me deep. After a good rimming session, Dave decided that we should get a few more hits in so that I was really horny for his dick. He propped up my head so that I was able to stay in the sling while we smoked. After a few hits, we were both flying high. Dave put down the pipe, slid a freshly opened bottle of poppers within my reach, and stepped between my legs. While we gazed into each other’s eyes, he slowly slid his well lubed cock in my ass. Since he had rimmed me before, I was pretty opened for him. Dave really knows how to fuck. His cock has a nice mushroom head, so he’ll pull almost all the way out, then hold it there to stretch my hole before driving it back in to me. He changes the rhythm, and I can switch up my position in the sling so that his cock hits the walls of my ass differently. One of the other great things about getting fucked in a sling is that it lets me ride cock easily too. I was swinging back and forth on Dave’s dick and getting it in as deep as possible. I had reached down to let him in as deep as possible while sliding back and forth on his cock. I didn’t hear the door open, but I heard the distinctive click of the torch behind me. Then, a mouth was on mine, shotgunning a hit to me. I took in the hit, shared some back and started making out with the new guy. Still didn’t know who it was but I was feeling good and welcomed another guy to the party. When he pulled back, it turned out it was our buddy, Chris. We had all played before but never partied together. I smiled at him, and he gave me a knowing look that was also full of lust. Chris was wearing a chest harness that connected to his metal cock ring. He looked hot as fuck in the gear, with the harness nicely framing his pecs. He has a hairy chest and ass and loves to get his hole eaten. His hard cock was sticking straight out, with a drop of precum on the tip. I motioned him over and licked the head of his dick to taste the sweetness. Lucky for me, Dave had taken over control of the fuck and was still filling my hole with his thick cock. I got Chris’s cock all the way into my mouth so now I was being spit roasted by two hot studs. Dave and Chris started to make out when I realized that they were also sharing some smoke. On one of the hits, Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth and shared the smoke with me, followed by another passionate kiss. Dave pulled out of my ass and lowered my jock to suck my T dick. Even though it doesn’t get too hard, it’s still great to get it sucked. Chris then moved down and knelt before my ass and started rimming my well fucked hole. Now, I was getting sucked and rimmed at the same time, so I just laid back and enjoyed myself for a while. Chris had started to finger my ass, getting 3 fingers in. He was really working around my ass, in and out, and working around the hole. He pulled out and his relubed fingers worked back into my ass. This time, I felt a burn since he deposited a shard in my ass. Getting booty bumped is a favorite of mine but I’d never played like this with Chris. Then, Chris stood up and started teasing my hole with his cock. He has a longer and only slightly thinner cock than Dave. He usually cums pretty fast after getting in my ass so he likes to play around the hole, sticking the head in, then swirling around the outside. He worked around and just inside my hole, spreading lube and precum, then slowly slid all the way in. He got in easily since I was well fucked and relaxed. And spun. Chris had been fucking me for a surprisingly long time. Dave had moved up to feed me his cock which I happily cleaned off and sucked. He moved behind me so that I could also work his balls into my mouth. He likes having his balls sucked and I think the view while I’m doing that is awesome. Eventually, Chris pulled out. He still hadn’t cum, which was kind of odd for him. He helped me out of the sling for a brief rest and some hydration. Dave poured out some sports drink for us all and we sat on the sofa to take a break. I was in the middle and both of them took turns fingering around my hole. We smoked a little more and then I got back in the sling. Dave had lowered the head a little bit. This meant that while he was fucking me again, Chris was able to come around to my head, turn around and feed me his ass. He has a really hot ass. It’s got just the right amount of fur, and he has a hole that reacts to my tongue. I’ve managed to work my tongue really deep into his ass in the past, but this position didn’t allow for deep penetration. One of the other fantastic things about eating Chris’s ass is that he has an amazing natural smell. It’s a little musty and sweet and I love burying my face in his hole, knowing that his smell will stick to my face and beard for a while. My neck started to hurt from the weird position, and I was getting some crazy head rushes too, so Chris moved away and helped to raise my head back to a normal position. Dave decided to pull out and play with my ass again. Once more, I felt the burn of a shard that he deposited in my ass. Chris got back between my legs and started to finger my hole. Dave came up to let me suck his dick, but I needed to take some breaks from his cock since Chris was making my ass feel great. He was working in and out, and spreading his fingers when he was inside me. I was enjoying the sensations and reached down to spread my ass wider for him. I worked my hands over to my hole and was surprised to find that Chris had all his fingers in me and was working my hole with his thumb. We locked eyes and he checked if I was OK with what was going on. I nodded an enthusiastic yes so he kept working his thumb around my hole.

Except, of course, in the minds of those few of us who are actually looking for a back rub. Which happened to me one time - there is a guy near me on Grindr offering massage, and I took him up on it, because I wanted an actual therapeutic deep tissue massage because my back hurt like a sonofabitch. What I got was a passable erotic massage complete with penetration (both with toys and the real thing), but the actual muscle work and therapeutic value was minimal at best. Amusing in retrospect, but at the time I was rather peeved.

Hi hntnhole, thanks for the welcome! I think I will stick around and talk more because it's cool to find a sex positive place like this. Got to agree with you that being sexual beings matters, it's part of our authentic selves. A guy might decide to do it bare for any reason, like PrEP or +U, or whatever really. What matters is if you're doing it bare then you can shag with any guy whenever you want, no planning ahead, feel each other and cum anywhere, no worries.

Agreed. To me it aint sex if the top doesn't breed his btm. I never pullout to shoot, and want my tops to do the same. The whole point to bareback sex is to breed.

So a few weeks ago, I was supposed to have a play date with this FB of mine, on the day I was doing a 4-hour drive that went near his place. He's a super sexy Venezuelan cub, totally vers, and we have the best flip fucks ever. He calls me "daddy" and we do it hot and bare with lots of sexy breeding talk. So I'm on the road the morning of, texting him about ETA, and he suddenly says we are going to have a 3-way with a submissive bottom then go back to his place and fuck each other. And we're going to meet at the sub's house. Now, that's not my usual scene, but I'm feeling frisky and in a good mood, so I'm willing to roll with it. I know the sub is not his husband, because I usually meet my buddy at his own house, and we have to be quiet if hubby is working. He sends the address and says the door will be unlocked, and I'm on my way. I arrive at the place (Google maps did great despite some twisty roads), and it's in a newish exurban development, condos I think (they're so generic I honestly don't remember). And I bounce up to the door and go on in. Nice clean house, very white bread looking, not too much character in view, and there in the middle of the living room on a little square blanket is our sub, hooded, on his knees, blowing my buddy. Shaven all over. Looking, well, like a submissive cumdump. Definitely not my usual. My buddy beckons me over, and he's clearly into it, and into the fact that I'm there too. He and I kiss some and he invites me to use the sub's mouth, which I do, and my buddy moves around back of the sub. I'm generally down for a good spit-roast, and this is no exception. And I have to say, the sub's mouth looks mighty good with my fat tool going in and out of it. I can see just enough around the edges of the hood to guess that I'd find his face fairly cute with it off. Tempting to take it off and see, but I'm not a spoilsport, and doing that would clearly ruin his fun. My buddy is having a good time fucking him. And after a while he cums, and the sub is clearly enjoying this. Less cum for me, but my buddy's young and I guess he'll be still able to take care of me later. And then he gets a text and suddenly says he has to get going. And that I'm welcome to fuck the sub (who clearly is in subspace and therefore not telling me this himself, my buddy is dom du jour and therefore responsible for policy). But I have to use a condom. And he gestures at the pile of them sitting there. So I allow as to how that's good (although TBH I really hate them and they often make me go soft, but that's not happening today...). And I put one on (can't remember when the last time I did that was) and I'm fussing at the end of it, a bit, with my fingernails, before starting, but my buddy is still there. So I start fucking the sub while he, uh, pretends to clean my buddy off, I guess? Sucks him a bit more, anyway. I guess he's getting at least some cum off of there, since my buddy did come. And I'm fucking him, and my buddy is getting dressed and getting on out of there. Fucking with the condom doesn't feel great, and I pull it out and fuss at the tip a bit more with my fingernails and actually manage to nick it. So I put it back in and that feels at least a bit better, because there's some sensation on my glans, and the sub seems to be enjoying it too, so I fuck him for a while longer. And I'm getting close... But all the while I've been here I've been getting a subtle vibe that this guy is actually "straight" and married and all of this is on the DL. So I figure he might actually be really upset if he discovered his ass full of cum afterward. And that it might get back to my buddy, and that would be awkward. So I pull it out to cool off a bit, and sure enough my entire mushroom head has emerged from the condom. Lovely and pink and bare, sticking out beyond the black rubber. Just like in those C2BB vids I always find so hot. I slide back in that way and fuck him a little more, but no, I'm just way... too... close... In a miracle of self-discipline, I pull out and dash to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then come back and feed the sub my enormous load. And head out. And my buddy texts me to tell me his hubby is in a bad mood and doesn't want him to have me over to play. Well, fuck. No dick for me. possibly to be continued

The HPV vaccine only protects agains a subset of HPV viruses strains. There are also a number of other viruses that will manifest as viral warts. One hypothesis is that warts or viral outbreaks are thought to be triggered by trauma or stress and will trigger a breakout after nearby tissue damage or prolonged psychological stress when cortisol levels are elevated. As with most viral infections symptoms are usually the worst after a first lifetime contact and then subside with subsequent outbreaks being less severe. Unfortunately, many viruses are never cleared and remain dormant. As we age and our immune systems wane breakouts may become more pervasive both in frequency and severity. An uncomfortable reality but I’d rather spend my life fucking freely with them than avoiding sex and hoping to maintain a pure body.

We all know that feeling. It’s the end of the weekend and hornyness is kicking in big time. I’m usually a big fan of grindr and these apps but sometimes you got to do what you got to do. I was horny and needed a load. So I reactivated my old account “discreet btm now” and looked. Literally two minutes after I went online, I had a message from profile that was 200m away. Blank profile. “top now”. Asking me what I was up to, and if I had any pictures. After sending some pictures of me, getting fucked and sucking dick he asked me to come over. It should be simple: suck, get bred, leave. I didn’t need to see any pictures. Once I’m that horny, I will let anyone breed me. So I was walking over there, he left the door open and was waiting on the couch, stroking his dick. I immediately undressed and got to sucked his dick. I love sucking dick and I’m not exaggerating when I’m saying that I do that with a true passion and once I taste precum i’m in a trance. After some time, I felt some hands on my ass. Some fingers making their way to my hole. And before I knew it, I heard someone spit on his hand, followed by a big mushroom head being pushed in my hole. He didn’t ease into it and started pounding me hard. I was loving this, and since I’m especially turned on by taking cock anonymously i was in heaven. Took him about five minutes to say “i’m gonna cum”, which were the only words I heard anyone say the whole time. He pulled out, smeared whatever cum he had left on his cock on my ass and left. Once loaded the other guy got up and rammed his throbbing cock in in one go. as the guy before, he didn’t go easy and started to really pound my ass. Another two minutes later, I felt he was getting close. I was in doggy leaning on the couch and I reached between my legs to grab his balls. That sent over the edge and he unloaded in a furiously, intense orgasm. As soon as he pulled out, I turned around and cleaned that cock as thorough as I could before quickly getting dressed and leaving the apartment. And now I’m sitting on my couch with two fingers of my hole licking the cum from my fingers and writing the story.

For me if I start to run a fever there is a good chance at some point I will become hypersexual. To the point where I have an over active libido, will masturbate (sometimes using a toy in my ass at the same time) back to back and shoot huge watery loads over myself and then still pester the wife to let me fuck her. She sometimes lets me bc she knows I won't back off but also because she has seen the enormous loads I shoot and she loves cum in her pussy. I have always wondered if anyone else gets like that.

It depends on what is wrong for me. Anything to do with my stomach and I just want to curl up in a ball and be left alone. If its my head I'll find a dark room and try to sleep it off. If its a cold or something like, even if I don't particularly want to be near someone else, I always get very horny and can't stop playing with myself. I think of it as kind of therapy. I'm pretty sure the endorphins released from orgasm help boost your immune reaponse 😉

My last load was Wednesday. It was a rematch with a super sexy (well, I think he is...) big hairy bear top, about my age (we've each got just a bit of gray), married on the DL. Our chemistry is fucking amazing... I let him in and we kiss and I can feel it instantly. I hope he can, too. I'm hard as a rock in seconds. I get him upstairs and he offers poppers, which are just the dregs, so I make a quick run to the fridge to get mine. And we're getting naked and on the bed ASAP. Kissing and heavy body contact - he's really a big guy, but all over, not just in the belly - maybe 6'1" and 250# or a bit more, and lots of fur. My cup of tea. And I've lost some weight this year so I actually feel enveloped in his hug, and we're playing with each other's nipples (his are wired), and, yeah, more of that! I suck him for a while - he gets hard nicely even without a cock ring (lucky him), and then we flip around and he sucks me... and puts his hand around back, which makes me melt. So he rolls me over and plows me... And fuck is that good! Just a little lube to get him in - I'm tight but very hot for it - and then he's inside and fucks me on my belly for a good while, and then on my side. Then he comes out and we're kissing some more. At some point he says, "how does your boyfriend ever let you out of his sight?" - so I guess the chemistry is good for him, too. He's on his back, so I climb up on top and ride him. Ride him hard, leaning back, and he's super into it, and I love this because I can look at his face (looking into a guy's eyes when we're fucking is one of my hot buttons). And I lean into it and I'm so wanting his load but I'm not getting him over the edge, quite, and then suddenly I'm the one who's going over the edge and I'm cumming. Hard and long, all over his belly and chest, in fountains. He tells me to lick it off him, and I do... bitter tasting. And we're kissing some more and he's stroking and suddenly he's getting close and I try to hop back on and take his load, but I'm too slow and he shoots it all over where mine was. So I lick that off, too, and it tastes very different, rather sweet. Fuck, I needed that! It was a little disappointing not to get bred, but hell, I'll take it - fireworks sex is always good! We agreed that we must do it again soon. Hope he remembers (he won't give me his number).

My last loads happened just over a week ago at a local leather party. I had been excited for a bit as it was my first leather event in honestly almost a year, I spent the day getting ready, caught up with one of my friends who I'd never seen without a shirt off, let alone in a leather jockstrap like he planning was tonight, we arrived an hour into the event, and spent some time catching up with some other mates. after enough time for things to get busy I broke away and headed down to the play space that was set up, at first I sat on one of the couches and let a gorgeous daddy fuck my mouth and work over my gag reflex for a bit. Once he moved on I met eyes with a cute scruffy cub and worked on making sure he was hard before turning around and presenting, he slowly worked his way in before taking his time, his cock was about 6 inches long and just a bit above average, just perfect to open me up, he held onto my harness and about 5 minutes into it he pulled me tight against him and shot as deep as he could. I felt a few guys play with my cummy hole before someone an otter with a swimmers build pushed into me and turned my body so his who looked like a wrestler could fuck my face for a bit, the one who had pushed into me had a nice cock that I swear felt like all the veins were bulging so much I could feel with them with my ass, and his mates cock was thick and I could barely wrap my lips around it. The otter bred me within a few minutes before leaning in, "My friend is going to take a turn and plans on breeding you, but I wanted to make sure that you had enough lube to handle him, once you finish cleaning off my cock I want you to suck my nipples til I'm hard again. I'm going to start feeding you poppers as you need, just tap my thigh, just a warning if you stop him he won't start back up." I made sure to gag a bit more on the cock in my throat to try and get a bit more spit on it before nodding, before long they swapped ends, I started cleaning the otters cock and felt the wrestler get behind me and start probing my hole. I felt pain for the first time that night, he slowly and inexorably pushed his way in over the next minute and it felt like I was tapping morse code on the otter's leg and huffing the amyl as much as I could. Once they were in the waited for a moment before starting to work their way in and out, before too long they where pushing into me with a good speed, the otter moved me to his nipples, telling me what a good boy I was and how well I was doing, this continued on making me push back wanting to prove him right. The wrestler eventually started to speed up, I knew what was coming and wanted to be nothing but a good boy at that point. Before too much longer he started slamming into me with such force I almost tapped out before he held me painfully tight against him and grunted pulling me off his mate and kissing, biting and licking my neck. He thrust in me lazily after he finished loading me up for another half a minute churning his load, before abruptly pulling out and diving his face in for a taste, he then spun me round and made out with me, I could taste the loads I had taken and nearly came from that, both of them left shortly after. Once my eyes could focus again, I saw the cub from the beginning balls deep in my friend I had come with, my friend waved me over and congratulated me on my accomplishment, the cub stepped out and asked if I wanted a turn, my friend nodded so I let my aching cock lead the way and barely took 2 minutes to bust, especially after the cub pushed back into me and bred me again. My friend then got up and said it was only fair if he fucked me, I told him only if he bred me, which he enjoyed my ass for a bit before loading me as well. I ended the night with 5 loads, two from the cub, and one each from my friend, the otter and the wrestler. Honestly my most successful night ever and honestly not sure if I'm ever gonna be able to top it.

Not just larger than average, but older than average, meaning people who can remember the golden age of bathhouses (or people who knew people who remembered). Gays younger than a certain age - maybe 55 ish? - are less likely to have experienced any of that, or to have been close to people who did. Not that they don't exist, of course, but it wasn't part of their cultural upbringing the way it was for guys who are now, say, 62 or so.

I'm going to reject the options presented, for the following reasons: 1. I agree that escorts and porn stars are sex workers, just as are cam girls, cam boys, guys with sexually explicit OF or JFF or whatever accounts, street hookers, and more. They're all involved in businesses (as workers) where sex (be it physical contact with the purchaser, or stimulation via imagery and/or sound) is part of the product or service provided. But I don't put sex work into the category of "degrading or dehumanizing" - it CAN be, but that's not inherent in the work. It's inherent in the society in which the workers live. 2. I don't think the second option describes all sex workers. Some do it because they're broke. Some do it because they like the supplemental income it can provide. Some do it because they're substance addicts and need cash to feed their habit. I do agree that people who judge sex workers are wrong, but I don't think it's always sour grapes; sometimes it's just plain old disapproval, sometimes it's resentment that they can't control other people's sexuality. 3. I'm not sure that there is an inherent difference between gay and straight people. Perhaps between the *typical* or *average* gay and straight person - the former probably has more lifetime sex and more partners than the latter, for instance - but I don't see gay sex workers as any sort of ambassador for the gay sex experience (except, of course, in the literal sense that a straight person can satisfy any curiosity he might have about gay sex acts by watching porn). I think gay people bringing home partners to their families, and integrating gay partners into families, goes much farther to show the world what's important about being gay - we're pretty much just like you - than anything else.

I've got to the point i have so many regulars that there are days i spend hours going from one to another.

NOT MY STORY…BUT I DID IMPROVE IT I was out of town on a business trip, just relaxing in my hotel room and decided to check out Grindr. I found a guy that was into thicker/chubbier guys, we chatted back and forth for a bit and he sent a photo. I thought it was fake, it was easily about 7.5-8 inches long but wasn't too thick with a weird biohazard booking tattoo, he was staying near my hotel so I figured hey why not give him a chance. We make arrangements for him to come to my hotel room and about an hour passes before I finally get a knock on the door and he walks in and I can see through his sweatpants his dick print. It wasn't fake, he takes them off and he is still limp. He's still close 5-6 inches long, I'm thinking to myself, in my limited experience outside of dildos I've never had anything with this length. I meant to ask him about his tattoo, but I was so enthralled with his huge cock. I just started sucking on his engorged member. After some oral, he tells me to bend over for him.. He applies some lube and slowly works his thick dick in, really gently.. I was expecting a full ram and slam guy but he was a gentleman about it. I start to relax, as he starts to go deeper until I feel his hips against my butt. I can feel it pretty damn deep in me, something I've never felt before. I was surprised I took him all. He told me he was going to knock me up and give me his special seed. I played along to make it more exciting. I begged for his “hot” load. After about 7-8 minutes, he told me he wanted to go to the bathroom and watch him breed me in the mirror. Here's where things get interesting.. He tells me to slowly back up, he's literally fucking me as we're walking to the bathroom, me trying to walk when my legs feel like jelly lol. So, I'm half bent over half standing watching us in the mirror.. Then it happens, I feel him start hitting my prostate and I look down and I'm cumming hands free. Each time he pulls out it hits, I've never had this feeling with a person before and I'm loving every second of it. Then he starts cumming, I feel him throbbing in me.. A sensation I've never felt He snarls, ‘take my poz load!” I am too weak to fight him off. I accepted my fate. After a minute, he slowly pulls out and I feel his now limp dick slap my balls. I'm sitting there figuring out what happened and he's looking at me smiling because I'm looking like I'm half drunk having just shot my load hands-free for the first time. I only bottomed 3 other times, this was my first time bareback. I was thinking maybe I just didn't enjoy bottoming.. It just took finding the right guy with the right load, it's a shame he's on the other side of the country. But, I will be back. joey I love hot chat hit me up even c2c

I snuck out of my bedroom and out of the house arriving at Ahmed’s nondescript house just before 9pm. I knocked on the door and heard him call out ‘doors open slut, come on in’. As I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway I could hear two voices coming from the living room. As I rounded the corner an incredible sight greeted me. Ahmed massive muscular body was sprawled naked on the couch, a barely legal looking teen was between his legs wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. His tongue cautiously licking at Ahmed’s massive balls with a grimace on his face. ‘Come in Ben, this homeless fuck is just earning his dinner’ Ahmed called out. I looked at the 18 year old teen closer. He appeared to be a typical tatted skater boy who was down on his luck. The teen looked at me and tried to avoid my eyes. “If you’re busy, I can come back later” I stammered. “Don’t be stupid fag, we can talk whilst he services me” he replied. Ahmed turned to face the skater boy. “Make sure you get it covered in spit, you aren’t getting any lube when this goes up your arse”. “Please don’t make me do this in front of him” the skater pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and get on my cock”. I watched transfixed as the skater lowered his briefs, shyly trying to hide his growing cock. He went to straddle the muscular Arab on the couch. “FACE HIM!” Ahmed bellowed. The skater whimpered but did as he was told and turned to face me. “Lift your balls and give him a show” Ahmed ordered. I watched as the skater lifted his cock and balls to show me the thick brown Arab cobra line up with his tight teen hole. “Fuck yourself on it” Ahmed ordered. The teen took a deep breath and started to slide down the thick baseball bat sized cock. Tears started to stream down his face, from the pain or the humiliation I will never know. It took him about 3 mins to work his tight hole down to Ahmed’s balls. The teens stomach was distended showing the mammoth 11”cock deep inside him. After another minute of so he started to lift and lower himself on the baton, fucking himself on the thick Arab pole. Ahmed for all this display sat calmly on the couch, whilst the red faced teen did all the work trying to get Ahmed to climax so he could be done and get out of there. Ahmed turned back to me “I want to speak to you about your brother, I have seen him around school and want to get to know him better”. “My brother?” “Yes, I want to fuck him and you’re going to help me” he replied. I couldn’t believe Ahmed was interested in Jake. Jake was my younger brother, having only just turned 18. But Jake had been born deaf and mute. Despite these handicaps he had excelled at school and was on the swim team. This had given him an incredible body and a perky ass. “Please leave him out of this” I pleaded. “If you don’t help me, I’ll out you as the Poz slut you are too the whole school” I slumped, knowing that I didn’t have a way out of this. At this moment, Ahmed grabbed the hips of the teen riding his cock and slammed him all the way down to his balls. I watched as Ahmed’s balls tensed up and began to pump load of hot Arab cum into the obscenely stretched skater boys ass. “Noooo!!” The teen shouted when he realised that thick loads of cum were being pumped into his fertile body “You promised you wouldn’t cum in me!”. “I lied” Ahmed replied as he shoved the still shocked teen off his cock and on the floor. The shell shocked teen was still shaking on the floor when Ahmed got up, threw $20 at him and a bunch of tissues. “Get yourself something to eat slut, and wipe up your bleeding hole before you stain my carpet. Now get the fuck out of my house”. The sniffling teen tried to plug his ruined hole with the tissues and mop up the torrent of thick cum dripping down his leg. As he shuffled to the door Ahmed went to show him out. “I hope you are on PrEP bitch, otherwise my Poz babies are going to be with you for life” Ahmed gloated. I saw the teens eyes go wide, as the door slammed in his face. Ahmed turned to me. “This time next week, I’m going to be balls deep in your brother”.

Color me skeptical about this. I’ve looked at a sampling of the available abstracts of studies from the 1960s to the present that purport to demonstrate the efficacy of hypnosis against warts - which are caused by a virus - and what’s out there strikes me as pretty dubious. These claims are being made on the basis of studies of quite small groups of people, and the success rate claimed is as low as 27%, and no higher than 55% - well, that puts us in coin-toss territory. The same study says that some of those studied who did not respond to hypnotic techniques that could be tested did respond to hypnotic techniques that could not be tested against controls. Well, there goes that study’s “findings” out the window. While it may be possible that some form of suggestion therapy is helping some participants boost their immune response - which is the only conceivable way hypnosis is going to have any effect on what a virus is doing - it also has to be pointed out that these cases also sometimes resolve without intervention simply because the body prevails against the pathogen - it’s hard to see how these studies account for the possibility of spontaneous remission as an alternative explanation for the result in any given case. I’ve been the subject of hypnosis before. It isn’t magic. I would have to see some much more robust science behind this before I would count on a hypnotist as my line of defense against warts.

The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

I would love a good thrashing from a kinky stud before getting some painful anal.

It's me again So I had my first experience at last. I found a guy 41yo on a dating app. My dream for finding someone "outside" did not come true, too romantic for today's standards. But I found a handsome man who was into me as I was into him. I think I had some risky behavrious but it was fun. I agreed to meet him outside the subway (he said he worked in a hospital nearby) and I got into his cars. I kept on thinking what my father would say about getting inside a stranger's car. I also had a thought of guilt that not even god would help a sinner like me but I pushed it away. I also had some horror movie-based thoughts. But I was not punished or murder and so far he's not a psycopath which is a positive thing. We went around with his car for a while. I was shy as fuck. I was not horny but the guy was my type I wanted him. Still believing that there's a slight chance I could get murdered I thought that I was lucky to be with him. We went into a nice bar and had a beer. We talked. He asked me if I wanted to get to his place. That was a tough call. Half of me wanted to go and half of me didn't feel ready to have sex. But anyway I thought that it was a now or never thing. I think that 99% of the time I had an innder dialogue with the angel and the devil (and me) inside me. I have to admit the guy had patience. We kissed a lot. Guys I'm a terrible kisser I need to practice, my teeth were hitting his, I didn't know this could happen. We got undressed and he hugged me. I liked that. He asked me to suck him. I felt like he was my training doll. I was asking him can I do this or can I do that and he would agree. He came in my mouth which I didn't know what to do. In my horny thoughts I would swallow but I was not sure I wanted but I did. It felt weird to go to the bathroom and spit. He fucked me after that quite soon. He smoked just before which without knowing, he triggered a kink of mine. He really tried when he fucked me but everything was painful. I mostly waited for him to cum. I was getting horny from him being horny. He helped me cum afterwards. He asked me to sleep with him and so we did. But I don't know why I didn't enjoy the fucking. It was painful, but I like the idea of being fucked

i don't get sick that often, average is every 3 or 4 years i get something, and it usually lays me out... i don't even wanna get up, let alone roll over or clean out. i have to force myself to drink water just to stay hydrated. If i'm feeling that rotten, i'm not gonna want sex or to risk giving it to someone else.

AGREED! Jayne nailed it. I miss the baths, some of my best sexual experience, including losing my “cherry” occurred in a Denver bathhouses 😢

The sauna on Wednesday. I was at the back of the darkroom, leaning forward to play with a guy's cock in the hope I'd get it in me. In the meantime, someone else came up behind me and started playing with my arse. He had a bit of a fuck then moved away. Meanwhile, there was a guy to my left, watching all of this. I could just make him out, with the little bit of light that was in there. The guy was short and a little stocky. As soon as the guy who had been using my arse moved away, this guy came right up behind me and went to position his cock to fuck me. I grabbed it from behind, to help him find my hole. His cock wasn't particularly long, but it was really thick, uncut and had a curve to it. Once he was in, he fucked hard for a good few minutes. I could tell from his breathing he was getting close, so I begged him to load me up. In no time he was pumping his load into me. I held him in place for a bit, so I could milk his cock with my arse and drain every drop of cum from his cock. As soon as he pulled out, I clenched as quickly as possible, but a stack of cum still flooded out. It was obviously a massive load. I fucking love it when I reach underneath to check my hole and it's dripping. I was thinking of having a break from the sauna tomorrow, but now I figure the thought of getting lots more raw cock and cum in me is too hard to resist.

My Brother

Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.

I'm curious what did he look like exactly that made him unattractive. In my experience, very handsome attractive guys are NOT good cocksuckers (or good bottoms) in general. Just eye candy fucks.

Great way to spend birthday! Making clouds, booty bump and both hole being filled! I hope the birthday boy is eventually slammed and fisted😈🦯

Thought I’d add mine…

23 poz top boy is calling me daddy n whoring ouT my hole ffor Folsom weekend i may keep him

I wish it could happen. I would let men fuck my bf over and over until he gets preg. We'll never know who the father is, but the fact so many men bred him, pushing their seed deep inside him, turn me on. Being pregnang wouldn't stop the breeding sessions. My boy better drain every single dick around, making sure he gets every men's babies in his cumpool

a married dad who used to pound my boyhole used to call me his sons name. there was prolly a lot to unpack there but im not his therapist, just his cumdump

This is a really good story. And I really do believe that once a the bug converts a Man to POZ, the bug really does take over. It makes our toxic cocks want to seek, breed, infect and destroy and it makes our toxic holes lust after more nut loads of new strains to transform us even more.

Part 3.1: Where it Began - Induction as a Slampig and Cumdump Part 1 I remember Ricky in his tight jeans and giant, sculpted body towering over me in his living room. In his ripe forties, he was tan with a few wrinkles, spiky gelled hair, and a goatee. He didn’t smile much. He licked his lips a lot, and I wasn’t sure at the time if it was just a habit or if he was hungry for pussy. I would realize soon it was the latter. For me, he was the human embodiment of sex. Ricky’s living room was truly gigantic, with a plasma screen TV and couches arranged in a maze in between with little glass coffee tables in each alcove. A crew of middle-aged men sat in the living room couch maze. All of them were wearing jeans, boots, and tight black T-shirts, like they were members of a cult. Some of them wore ski masks, which I later discovered was a sign they were Ricky’s employees. Human traffickers, if you will, but it doesn’t carry the connotation of kidnapping. These men found slutty boys who live alone and brought them back here and promise a good piggy time but instead, we were made into “house boys.” In other words, we were pampered sex slaves. All of the men were looking at me and talking about me. I was confused, having just left the baths to this place. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Naïve and young, I had no clue what was about to happen. I was told I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to change out of my jeans and boxer briefs into a dirty white jockstrap. Then, a masked man brought out a line of four other boys wearing nothing but white jockstraps. None of them were older than 21 or 22. They weren’t restrained, but they made no effort to resist. One of them was extremely tall, perhaps 6’2”, muscular, and a total jock named Adam. He was almost as tall as the intimidating men sitting around. He had a boyish face and was celebrity handsome. He carried a metal lockbox. Second tallest was about 5’9”, a tan, blond surfer boy with a swimmer’s body named Joey. He had a perfect six pack. The last two were small, slim boys who didn’t look a day over 15 even though they were actually 18 . One was latino with a Mohawk named Julio. The last one was Benny, a fair-skinned boy with curly brown hair and a giant bubble butt. All of them looked stern and professional, with the exception of Benny. The boys’ eyes lingered on me for a second, but their attention was fixated on the box in Adam’s hands. “These are your new brothers, boy. Meet Adam, Joey, Julio, and Benny. Boys, meet Kevin, the newest member of our family,” Ricky said, gesturing at me. The men cheered. For the first time, I was realizing that this was no game. This was no “night of fun”, it was a new life, and I had no choice. “No, no, no,” I begged. “I can’t – I have work on Monday, I-I..” The men roared with laughter. “No,” Ricky said. “From now on, you will work everyday. At your new job.” The older men started getting festive, laughing and sharing beers. Ricky beckoned Adam over, and the boy placed the box carefully on one of the coffee tables. Shooting me a quick, lustful glance, Ricky proceeded to flick the lid open. He pulled out bags of crushed white crystals on his coffee table, a cut straw, a neat rack of syringes, a coffee straw, a glass pipe, a brown bottle, and a blue bottle. As much as I was scared, my eyes were instantly attracted to the items on the table. “You don’t know you want it yet, boy. But you’re gonna love being my whore. Boys! I have an announcement!” Ricky boomed, and the room fell silent. “In honor of our new boy, we will follow the traditions of this house and initiate our new lil’ chempig. Now... Kevin, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to make the most of what’s on that table right now.” I looked up into Ricky’s eyes. He ran his rough palm down my face. I worshipped him. “Babe, I want you to have a good time, alright? You have a beautiful pink little pussy, and all these handsome hunks wanna be the baby daddy.” My eyes grew in fear. “Don’t worry – none of them are poz. I know that’s too much for you to handle all in one day, but once they’re done with you, you’ll think of your flesh in a new way. This fuckhole?” A finger slides across the opening of my ass. “This fuckhole’s what you’re worth as a human being. No... you’re less than a human being. That’s something your new brothers will teach you. This fuckhole is what you ARE.” Ricky looked at me affectionately, and then he suddenly spat harshly on my face. The initiation began with crystal meth. The other houseboys served hors d’oeuvres, poppers, packed pizzo pipes, and scotch to the men. These boys knew their place, and the men were familiar with them, saying degrading things to the boys and addressing them by their names as they groped them. I didn’t have to serve the men yet. My job was to get fucked up and get fucked. We started with the booty bump. A masked man, clearly used to this by now, dipped his middle finger into a can of lube and one of the bags of crystals. It resurfaced with shiny shards stuck to it. Then, he slowly, intimately worked his fingers into my hole. Rough, thick fingers usually hurt enough by themselves, but this time I felt a burn in my rectum. It felt inflamed and torn. “Ahh! It hurts! I gasped. The other men paid no heed to my complaints and wasted no time. I was already their prey. Crystal meth was in my system and it was a matter of seconds before the rush hit me. One each grabbed my legs and spread them apart as the masked man booty bumped my hole with small doses continuously. Another masked man (this one giantly muscular with tattoos all over his forearms) gently placed the glass pipe against my lips. This was an especially large pizzo pipe; it was the width of a cock, and the bowl was huge. “Put your mouth on it like it’s a dick, bitch!” And I obeyed. They twisted the pipe so that the hole faced upwards, and crystals poured from the straw into the bowl. It sounded like sand being poured into a jar. I was helpless with two men pulling my legs apart by the ankles as far as they could and one drilling T into my hole. The large masked man clutched my throat and chin as I held up the pipe with my lips. My body was spread like a deer ready to be eaten by wolves. The fingering stopped. The man booty bumping me was now preparing a needleless syringe with more crystals and water. The drugs had hit me a little. I felt a faint ringing in my ears and a wild COCK HUNGER like I have never felt in my life. Suddenly, staying here and being a houseboy wasn’t a bad idea. Ricky would later show me how I would achieve enlightenment every time I got fucked up to get fucked, but this was my first time I thought: I’m a fucking chempig, a slut lower and trashier than any kind of slut, and it took me so long to realize my calling! How arrogant I was to ever think I was anything more than just an object for sex! Now only three men were playing with me, and there were many, many more at the party. Clearly, today was a day Ricky expected to initiate a new whore. Adam, the jock, was drinking a beer in his glorious nudity while the men around them sipped their scotches, smoked their cigars, and felt his body. One of the plumper and well-endowed men was licking Julio’s nipples while fingering him in the ass. The men seemed to have an inevitable soft spot for Benny, and they were casually flirting with him as he sat in Ricky’s lap. No matter what, he was the youngest. Who knew if he was even legal? Ricky would kiss him passionately, slurp his mouth with his tongue. One of the men rolled a joint just for Benny to enjoy. Houseboys weren’t allowed any attachments, but the men sure made love to Benny. But Joey... Joey the surfer is what I aspired to be. The oldest man at the party, a grey fox in his fifties, had licked Joey’s sweet clean pussy until it juiced. Meanwhile, Joey had three blunts in his mouth at a time. If he tried to breathe, one man held a brown bottle under one of his nostrils and clamped the other while another kept his head down to take all the smoke. Joey’s silky blond hair bounced up and down, framing his blissful angelic face. His eyes were closed, focusing on taking the heavy smoke and the poppers at once. All three blunts were on fire, so he wasn’t going easy on himself. This experience was difficult for the Caliboy jock without crystal, but during initiation, only the new boy is allowed the crystal. This is to ensure that the new slut gets completely hooked and dependent, becoming a 100% uninhibited, no-holes-barred chem slave. That’s why he had to be as high as possible and practically half-brain dead from poppers before the grey daddy and a 30-year-old sadistic stripper simultaneously squeezed their thick cocks into his ass. Did Joey scream? Hell yeah he did. Not once did he loosen his grip on the blunts but a guttural yelp echoed across the living room as the two dirty men mercilessly began fucking the living daylights out of the 19-year-old boy. Why did the men treat him differently from the others? Because he was a resilient, unbreakable slut, one who never held back and took anything anyone gave him with pleasure. When Joey spread his legs, he detached himself from reality in that moment and lived for the cock. If it hurt him, he blamed himself and took it anyway, because he’d sooner die before he ruined the pleasure of the men fucking his body in half. The man readied the booty bump, inserting the tip of the needleless syringe into my hole. Meanwhile, a large lighter was lit beneath the bowl of the pipe. He tilted the pipe back and forth a little until potent clouds started swirling around in the bowl. “Suck. Slowly,” he instructed. I obeyed, feeling the ice fill my lungs as a warm liquid filled my ass. He pulled the pipe away and took a hit myself while I held the smoke in my lungs. Little did I realize the other men were smoking as well and before I could exhale, one of the masked men put his mouth to mine and flooded me with more T. Another shot of hot water in my ass. I could feel it start to burn, with the inflammation spreading through my veins. As I felt the head spread over my body from my chest and my ass, I was filled with a wild, insatiable cock hunger. “OHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS!” the grey fox across the couch hollered as he filled Joey’s baby-maker. This turned on the muscular stripper beneath him so much he came with a series of grunts too. “TAKE MY VIRUS, SLUT!” As he pulled out, Joey cum-farted a thick bubbly white stream right out of his ass. I envied him. I wanted the men around me to fuck me like that, but I wasn’t done. While the men continued blowing clouds above me, Ricky walked over, a filled syringe in hand. Inhibitions completely down, I spread my arms, knowing what was about to happen to me. I had surrendered my fate as Ricky’s boy. Ricky would make sure I was flying in pig heaven before I was even allowed to touch a cock. That way I’ll be so outrageously horny I won’t be able to complain when the big strong daddies around me laid siege on my pussy and throat. Six big men held me spread eagle on the couch. One man each held one of my ankles, pulling my legs far apart to expose my pighole. Another was holding the pipe to my mouth and torching it repeatedly, instructing me on when to suck. A fourth held another booty bump to my pretty pink hole, and two men held down my arms. One of them tied a tourniquet around my bicep, making the blood rush to my arm. I had completely surrendered my freedom, unable to even breathe a complaint with the pipe firmly planted between my lips. Ricky swabbed my arm with alcohol, revealing the plump vein on my elbow. With ease, he pinpointed the vein and carefully slid the needle in like a doctor. The entire time, his cold black eyes looked into mine. “Yeah, get this little cumdump ready for use,” one of the masked men said. Ricky pulled back a little, releasing a tinge of red into the point. As he inserted the remaining contents slowly, injecting my throbbing vein with the devil’s drug, the man operating my drugged up hole squirted the booty bump into my ass, and the man holding the pipe to my mouth instructed me to suck. A chill coursed through my body as goosebumps flared all over my arms. Inside, though, fire was coming from all directions: my mouth, my ass, my chest, and my arm. An unreal rush flushed through my entire being, and I felt a strange taste in my throat. One of the men released the tourniquet, and all of it bubbled and erupted into an insane coughing fit. Smoke billowed out of me in puffs. I thought I would die there, unable to breathe and overwhelmed my coughs. I felt the need to get up and tried to squirm my way into a standing position, but my captors got rough and forced me down. “Hey, where do you think you’re going, bitch?” one of them yelled, pulling my hair. “Give him some GHB to wash down the cough,” another one sneered, and they offered me a bottle of coke. I gulped it down hungrily. It tasted terrible, but my body felt warm and soft. By now, I was floating. I had entered a new dimension, where the whole world became a sex dungeon. These men were gods, and the other boys and I were lower than slaves for their entertainment. This was the true order of things. My pupils dilated and my ears started ringing. I reveled in the feeling of being on top of the world, like I could do anything and take cock nonstop for eternity, but I must have fainted or blacked out instantly after that. When I phased in, I felt an unbelievable pleasure ripping through me between my legs and a thick pole in my mouth that made it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and just saw two eyes through a ski mask looking down on me. Still fully clothed, only with his 9” babymaker out of his jeans, he rammed my slampig hole like he was trying to fuck me in half.

He reached back and slapped my head away from his ass, as he returned to his full upright position. With his enormous cock swinging with each macho step, he made his way to the bar in the living room and pulled a backless bar stool next to the arm of the couch. “Come here,” he beckoned, stroking his ten inches. Shaking, I slowly got up from my knees. My limbs were stiff and my face, chest, and stomach were covered with hardening bodily fluids. I was terrified of what was next and I couldn’t believe I was willingly moving toward it. The saddest part is, it wasn’t because my father had threatened to not pay for college. I didn’t know why I was moving toward it. “Bend over this stool,” he commanded and I quickly followed his orders. Harshly, he ran his fingers over my ass hole, cramming a finger in and pulling it right back out. “You’re still fucking juicy, dude,” he said in disbelief. “You are such a fucking whore. You were born for this.” He spit four times into his palm and coated his dick with it, and then he pointed his monster cock straight up towards his face, lined his mouth up, and dropped a big glob of spit right on the rigid head of it. Smearing the spit all over the mushroom cap, he warned, “It’s in your own best interest to just relax,” and he began rubbing his pole against my opening, nudging in each time his cock ran across my pink pucker. It made me whine every time I felt him run the head of his dick across my hole. I felt him really start to nudge his way in. “What about lube, dude?” His hand came down hard on my ass, burning as if I had sat on an oven. He had held nothing back. “I’m not your dude, shit-for-brains!” he scolded, slapping my other cheek, spitting on it, smearing the spit, and then spanking it even harder, the force being multiplied by the wetness he had applied. “DO. YOU. UN-. DER-. STAND. ME?” he slapped a different cheek with each accented syllable, harder and harder. I howled through my belittling punishment until I finally broke down in a full out cry, “YES!!!” “Good.” He went back to sliding his fuck stick against my boy cunt, “Ask your question again.” I swallowed and asked carefully, “What about lube, Sir?” He chided in a Southern drawl, “If it doesn’t go in with spit and persistence, it ain’t love!” How could he think this was funny? I had no idea if I was going to be able to handle this and he was cracking jokes. He continued, “And I think you’re gonna’ love me a little bit when I’m through with you. So spit it is.” He kept nudging into me, and I tried to relax, but after a few nudges, he got impatient. With constant pressure on my sphincter, he pushed his engorged cock head past my first ring, causing me to scoot away a little bit and yelp. His powerful hands firmly grabbed my waist and stopped me from scurrying away and in the process, forced more of his cock into. I felt my insides stretching around this large invader, trying to accommodate its vastness. My walls wouldn’t adjust quickly enough and the pain was intense. I began howling again, begging him to slow down, but he was like an animal possessed now that I was wailing and writhing about. Steadily, he pushed inch after inch into my tearing rectum, producing sounds from me that I had never made before. Awful cat-like screeches as my ass was destroyed for the first time. All of a sudden, amidst the pain, an incredible sensation waved over me as I felt him hit the end of my ass. Feeling his thick head bump against that spot where he was bottoming out was sensational even though my ass still burned and flexed in stabbing pain. However, I was wrong. “You still have about two more inches to go,” he popped my bubble and pushed forward. I screamed out as I realized that what I thought was the end of my ass was actually just an inner ring that he was intent on tearing beyond repair as well. I felt so full, as if my ass was inflating. The pain was excruciating but I kept getting jolts of agonizingly exquisite sensations that would course through my body. Goose bumps rose up on my thighs and ass. “Yeah, look at those goose bumps. That cunt is cock hungry!” The waistband of my jockstrap was grab and twisted twice around his hand and wrist and pulled taut like the reins on a horse. His powerful erection started moving inside of me, finding a moderate groove. In reality, he was being nice to me since he wasn’t plowing me, but the fact is that it was my first time and he was over ten inches long and hilted in my virgin boy pussy. I thought I was going to pass out from the torturous fucking I was receiving. He began to pick up speed, my ass bouncing off of his hips, his percolating nuts slapping against my smooth pink ass. It felt like there was a steaming hot poker rammed up into my stomach, and I gritted my teeth, grunting and snorting like a pig, trying to soldier through the railing that this stud was carelessly giving my broken hole. My mind was clouded from the stabbing pain in my ass when suddenly I realized that my puny prick was flat against my stomach, more rigid than it had ever been with my girlfriend or from masturbating. What was this guy doing to me? What was he turning me into? “…turning you into a whore…” he mumbled, as if reading my thoughts while pounding into my colon. “…nice converted cum dump pussy bottom…” he hissed out through labored breaths. “How old are you, boy?” he asked without missing a slam of cock into me. Wiping the tears from my cheeks and wincing through another wave of pain as his rod found another unexplored corner of my pussy, I answered, “I turned 18 two weeks ago.” “Oh fuck! Goddamn, you are getting turned inside out and bred by some stranger almost three times your age. You are truly a fucked out cum bucket.” Granted he was hot, but it was still true. I was letting myself be fucked for the first time…no, completely used by a guy that would have been in his 30s when I was born. And at this point, although, it still hurt like hell, it was clearly what my body wanted. I was a disgusting little faggot to be so naturally cock hungry that I would grant some strange guy in his 50s carte blanche access to my holes. “Oh yeah, think about that…the stud behind you right now is 32 years older than you, breeding you like a bitch in heat. I didn’t convert until I was 45. You’re gonna’ have me beat by 27 years. 27 more years to enjoy the bug.” His hands gripped tighter on my 28” waist and his fucking got harder, more determined. Grunting through my words with every thrust that pushed my innards aside, I said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Chuckling, he slowed and long stroked his beer can cock in and out of my straining cunt and said, “Oh, right. I told you I would fill you in on the tattoo once your ass cheek touched while my dick was in you. So fair’s fair. What I meant by converting is that I turned poz five years ago. And you’ll be poz too when you walk out that door today.” “No, no…” I begged, freaking out and frantically tried to wiggle away. I just kept saying “no, no,” and fighting with all of my might to get him out of me. He laughed and almost effortlessly just held my hips in place with his erection about four inches inside of me. “Awww, no you don’t,” he kind of sang and then with one powerful pull of his hands, impaled me on his death stick. My back arched up and I screamed into the air like a howling wolf. “Can’t get away now,” he said with certainty, “the deal is done. It’s right there in the fucking letter, piggie.” I looked on the couch cushions at the yellow legal pad paper still laying there wet with my tears. My dad’s letter. The poisonous beast started hammering into me deeply, only pulling out about three or four inches, and then really punching into my inner ring. The motion and the pain made it difficult to focus on the letter, but eventually I was able to. Immediately, I zeroed in on the passage that my poz top was talking about: Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Holy shit, my father knew and this is why I was sent over. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. He was letting some buddy from the bar wreck my hole and shoot HIV into me. What had I done to deserve this? I had mouthed off to him. And I had disappointed him. Here I was getting in his face about being a man, meanwhile my girlfriend is bending his ear about how I can’t satisfy her. I just don’t know why she just didn’t break up with me then. Then it dawned on me, he had asked her not to. Not to spare my feelings but to spare his. So I didn’t embarrass him by losing this hot girl because I wasn’t man enough to keep her. And he started fucking her to keep her quiet about me. Then I – his disappointment of a son that he suspects is queer – starts mouthing off about being a man, and he decides to teach me a lesson. He was purposefully putting disease into his only son to prove to me that I wasn’t the big man I thought I was. That I was just a worthless receptacle for cum, toxic or clean, to be used by guys who were real men. And by real men, he meant guys with big dicks, not tiny ones like mine. I was fucked. I couldn’t let this happen. I clenched my ass trying to squeeze him out and instantly felt his member puff up bigger, “Fuck, faggot, you are a natural cum slut, milking my death stick like that.” My attempt to push him out was having the opposite effect and I immediately stopped contracting my ass. Undeterred, he teased me, “Awww, was that you trying to push me out? And what? You think I can’t make you milk that cock?” And with that he reached around and rolled both of my nipples between his fingers. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prevent my cunt from rhythmically squeezing and releasing his rod in response to the attention on my tits. “Atta’ boy.” I started bawling but my body just kept responding to his touch and his fucking. A rush of determination filled me and I began to crawl away, trying to remove his poisonous cock from my ass. He would have none of that and continued fucking me, mounting me like an animal. I used my arms to pull me forward, caught one of my feet on a wrung of the stool, and pushed. With grunts and guttural noises, his body remained on me as I tried desperately to flee onto the couch. Literally, I was fucked down the length of the couch as I tried to escape my fate. This fueled him as he continued to drill my ass, using my resistance as a way to turn my violation into more of a sport. Finally, I broke down, biting into far arm of the couch, screaming into the fabric as he ruthlessly trenched out my mancunt. Amazing how ten inches can feel like sixteen when it’s being dragged through your bowels. Every time he would pull himself out of me, it felt like he was taking my insides with him, turning me inside out. I also felt strangely empty, like it was wrong to have him out of me. As agonizing as it was to have him brutalizing my guts, I needed him back inside of me emotionally and physically. I beat my fist on the pillow next to my face, my teeth sinking into the dusty fabric of the couch arm, while visions of my rectum being pull outside of my asshole filled my head. There was so much I was scared of at that moment: of this man giving me his diseased sperm, of my ass being damaged beyond repair so that it had that slutty rosebud look with your pucker exposed and swollen, of my future. Was this my future, was this all I was good for? I would find out soon enough that the resounding answer was yes. Without warning, the cock was pulled out of me and he yanked me off the couch by my arm. My ass seized and spasmed in abrupt pain and I yelped loud enough for a neighbor to hear, I'm sure. “On your knees, suck the cock that was just in your asshole.” Before I knew it, I had fallen to my knees having been roughly thrown from the furniture and my mouth was full of his slimy snake. “Yeah, taste your ass. Taste good?” I just whined on his dick, his unyielding hands moving my head up and down on his rod. “Yeah, taste all that ass juice. Nice ass juice. Eat your ass off my dick.” Granted, I was a first time bottom, so I hadn’t cleaned out, but I made it a habit not to eat after 7:30pm and before I go to the gym, I only ever have liquids and fruit. On top of that, my diet is pretty healthy…so my ass is pretty clean, especially pre-gym. Thank God, there was no taste of shit or anything. It tasted of his pre-cum and it tasted of my insides, which I actually liked, which was just astounding. Something about being able to experience how I tasted ten inches inside of me was just so exciting to me. I felt pre-cum soaking the front of my jock strap. In addition to the nectar of his pre-cum and the nasty delicacy of my insides, I also tasted something metallic and coppery, but wasn’t sure what it was. I put it out of my head and the other tastes had me so fucking horny that I just slurped away on his manhood. “Good boy, goooo-oood boyyyy,” he whined, working through an intense moment of pleasure. “Nurse it, boy. That’s my little cum pup, it’s like a fucking pacifier for you. So fucking young, I love it. Just a kid. Well, all the kids I know like to play with toys. You like toys, bitch?” His cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up at him with big saucer eyes still holding his heavy cock in my hand, “What kind of toys?” What a stupid fucking question.