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I played hooky on Thursday, and drove to my favorite adult theater. It's about 65 miles away, north of Seattle, but it's almost always good for some dick. I'm a cocksucker, and when I get into the right headspace, I am not picky at all. I've been going here for 20 years or more - started out as the cute twinky type. Now I'm older and grayer, but still in decent enough shape. There are three, maybe four guys there when I walk in. There are three rooms - straight porn, gay porn, and trans porn. Within two minutes, one of the guys (probably 50-60, decent dick) puts his dick in my mouth. I take my shirt off, and start alternating between sucking his dick, chewing on his nipples, and making out. It doesn't take long, and he blows a load in my mouth. He leaves, and I walk around. One of the other guys grabs me and takes me into the straight room, where there's a decent couch. He's maybe 40's, black, skinny, and needs head. I get on my knees, and suck him good and slow. After a few minutes, he busts down my throat, says thank you, and heads out. 2 loads in 20 minutes, before 11 am. I hang out, and over the course of three hours, I end up with a total of six loads in my tummy. I got to swap some cum with another cocksucker. I watched two bottoms get bred, and shot my load. Way better than sitting at work. Definitely worth the car ride! Please be kind.. I'm a longtime lurker, but I rarely, if ever, post a full story.

Park fuck - tried the bathroom but no one was there - it was under the big tree. I was in heat and needed dick. There’s something hot about being watched by strangers as your ass is being fucked. Just random guys breeding in the dark under the moon lite sky of Hawaii. Met this white guy in his 50’s huge dick - girthy and long. A porn dick all bottoms dream of being fuck with. Suck him nice and heavy but he was not fucking. Put on a show though. Guys touching my ass in the meantime another white top comes behind and starts fucking me raw. Says my ass feels like a pussy. Three guys are watching him unload in me. He offers my cunt for use by these strangers but no one jumps in and he unloads. Indian guy, super cute even under the moon lite sky. Offer my raw hole, puts a finger in and says,,”fuck, it’s wet…” comes from behind and sticks his finger in with spit and loosens me up. Puts in a super hard 6” raw cock in and starts pumping away. Not in a rush but takes his time to build up to it. Must of kept it up for 10-15 mins which is super long for outdoor sex. Once again guys around watching as I’m being used in the park but no one jumps in. He cums and lets his dick slowly slips out soft and deflated…. It was kind of nasty in a hot way how used and wet I felt. No lube no condom no status just pure lust and taking random strangers dick under the moon.

Last Friday. I have a mate, a tall, belly, hairy guy. 30 years old. He is a totally nice and shy guy. A real artist, originally worked as a art historian. He identifies himself as a bottom. However, he is usually a top. And what a top! He has a huge thick dick and when he starts he becomes a brutal verbal top. He fucked me many times. We meet regularly at my prep doctor because he works there as a service centre guy. Every time we meet we agree that we will have sex again. Somehow we couldn’t realise this since months. However, he texted me on Friday late evening that we should have to meet soon. We started to talk about this and he said he was extremely horny and needed to unload. Long story short, we agreed that after his work he would come to me. We started to kiss already at the door and after a really short conversation our hands were in each other’s pants. He gave me a nice blowjob for a starter but I reminded him that he visited me to fuck me. So, his cock was in my mouth soon. And this was the trigger effect on his top side. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat brutally. I pulled him into my bedroom and he started to be verbal. He called me slut, ordered me to beg for his cock and cum. Although he said he would come, unload in me and leave He stayed for 2 hours and literally destroyed my hole. He fucked me in every possible position and he was so intense that at some points I really started to concern the bed. It seemed that it would be broken soon. However, it was only less than a second because I enjoyed being absolutely bottom. It was amazing for me because last month I “had to be” rather top. He was fucking me for hours when he suddenly became extremely loud and fast and yelled at me and ordered to beg for him to breed me. I have never felt such an intense orgasm in my hole. His explosion was almost painful. He shot an extreme huge amount of cum in me and his orgasm lasted for long minutes. I was so excited than I jerked off soon while we were continuously kissing. After this amazing finale we stayed in my bed and started to chat. Then We were kissing, cuddling etc. And when we realised that our time was over, I gave him a passionate long farewell kiss. It’s needless to say that we couldn’t stop and his cock was deep in me soon again. This time it lasted shorter but the intensity was the same. Finally he gave me my second dose. Even though I absorbed two doses of his cum, I still shat it out even the next night. On the other hand, I felt my hole was wide open the whole next day.

A couple of days ago. Very hot early 30's muscle guy - had been chatting on and off for ages on Fab guys. Super hot body , worked out several times a week and does manual labour - 5'8 or so - absolutely my type. Was looking on line at 8 am , the guy messaged and said he had just taken his first load from a guy on his way to work. I'd self employed so rearranged my morning to drive over - he messaged me just before the arranged time to say that another top was coming over and if I wanted him wet and loose could I wait ? I parked my van in a lay-by just up the road and saw a car arrive and a 30/40s guy get out - very hot waiting outside - after about 8-10 minutes he left (classic pump and dump) I drove over and parked in his drive , he met me at the door in a pair of white CK pants - cliched , but hot Went to the top of the house to what looked like his anon fuck room - not too much light , but an intoxicating small of sweat , testosterone and cum No chit chat , he just bent over and touched his toes , I pulled his very muscly ass cheeks apart and got my tongue in him as deep as possible - wanting to taste the other guys 5 minute old load. As it was just a pump and dump I mounted him , and went balls deep in 1 thrust with my full body weight - I love when the previous guy has done a proper deep dump - as I bottomed out in his ass it became very wet and warm as I reached the other loads. There is nothing hotter than fucking a hot young ass with a couple of warm creamy loads - I fucked for about 5 minuets and added my 5 day Daddy load 4-5 spots of thick cream - he was very grateful - I will do him again.

Stopped by a rest area late at night, saw a motorcycle parked. Went in mens room, just a biker at the stalls. 40ish motorcycle jacket beard, I stand next to him at next urinal whip out my cock and piss, he was already done pissing and just standing there semi hard. I finish pissing and shake my cock and grab his cock. He angles towarda me and i kneel down to suck him... suck him for a minute and he is rock hard now. then he pulls his cock out of my mouth and kneels down to suck me. Sucks me for a bit and i pull my jeans down to expose my ass. He takes the hint and grabs my ass... i turn and bend over a bit... i hear him spit and smears his spit on my hole... then pushed his hard cock against my hole.. i tell him keep pushing... he does and pops in my hole... it hurts a bit but tell him keep going. He fucks for another minute and hear him breathing harder and pushes all the way in and holds his cock balls deep... and feel him cumming in my hole.. still holding onto me for another 30 seconds to take his load... His cock slips out and he stands next to urinal and i jack out a load... we both then zip up and we wash our hands and head out.

I'm pretty well 50/50 versatile - I greatly enjoy both fucking and getting fucked. What I actually do varies depending on what's available (some days it seems there are no people to be found who are willing to top). Between living in a fairly rural area and having a lot of other things in my life besides sex, it generally pays to be flexible and go with what I can get rather than what I'd ideally want.

I had the kind of experience at the bathhouse yesterday that keeps going back, sucked lots of cocks and got fucked four times taking three loads. The first load was completely anon, was ass up in my room when a guy came in, shut the door and immediately started fingering my ass, no talking just stuck in his cock and started fucking me. He didn’t last too long when he thrust in me deep and started cumming, pulled out and left. The last load was the best, was in a group scene when one of the guys getting fucked got up and came behind me and started fucking me hard, he did one last long dicking me and shot a huge load in my ass. There was so much cum I heard it plop out of my ass and splat on the floor.

All I can say is, slide that right inside of me!

Breed me!

Reposted another one of my favs from Yahoo! Groups, this time I actually have the author and origin info. To: biohazardbrotherhood@yahoogroups.com From: "stevestory2000" <Knack6@hotmail.com> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 14:15:17 -0000 Subject: [biohazardbrotherhood] Story: Breaking the News "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute counselor really didn't have to tell me anything. few weeks earlier at a circuit party I had felt the heat of that load; it was special. I wasn't really a "bug chaser" as much as I was a "bug enabler". I encouraged all men to fuck me raw whether they were black, white, gay, straight, young, old, poz, neg, or who the fuck cares. And the big-dicked Puerto Rican stud who savaged me with his Prince Albert at that party was definitely worth some enabling. He looked into my eyes, and even though I was so tweaked I could barely remember my name, I knew he was giving me his reason for dying. Back to the cute counselor. 30ish, blonde and blue-eyed, very studious with his glasses and suit and tie, about 5'6'' - I love short guys cause they're always packing such a whanger. Sweet bubble butt, I could tell from when he leaned over to put his jacket on the coat rack. "...you have the virus." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need any help, there's some..." I licked my lips and stared at his swelling pectorals. Thank God this room was so muggy -- I could see his big meaty tits pasted against his white dress shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are poz. It's the in thing, right? They'll tell me what to do." He frowned, bit his luscious lower lip. He took this pretty seriously. "Mr. Johnson, this is very serious." See what I mean? I just blew him a kiss as I walked away. "I know it is. I never have to wear rubbers again, never have to be in fear again. Today is the first day of the rest of my life." I saw his eyes well up with tears as I left. My friends were part sad and part pleased when I told them. Mostly pleased, cause they got to tap my ass raw. Some of 'em felt like they'd led me to start barebacking and they were responsible for my 'death sentence', but their sheer lust for my firm, tanned ass overcame their guilt feelings. I invited some of 'em out to one of my favorite tearooms and amazingly enough, one of them knew the name of the guy who pozzed me. Armando. I didn't tell Armando that I knew he gave me the bug (I'd save that for the middle of our next fuck) but I asked him to come with us. Unfortunately, the place was closed down for "health reasons" (the AIDS police going crazy again) so we went to a good bathhouse that Armando went to sometimes. It was a great place. Armando was the star attraction; seeing him sweet-talk a local college football stud into letting him fuck his tight ass unrubbered was one of the highlights of my new slut life. Armando just stroked the stud's abs, licked his pits, and whispered resolve-melting Puerto Rican words into his ear until finally the boi gave up. The breaking-in quickly became a gangbang but before I could take my turn someone else caught my eye -- among other areas. That ass. Flawless. Short blonde sweetness dropped his towel and went into the steam room. I had to follow him. Had to ravish him. I was a very infrequent top but the bug had changed me, changed my priorities. When I sat down beside him, barely able to make out his features in the fog, he seemed so pure, so unspoiled. I sucked him dry, then flipped him over so his flat belly humped the cool bench. I slid my leaking member up and down his rosebud. "I-I have a condom..." I just laughed and shoved my way in, no lube, no prep, only the moisture of the room. I wanted him to feel this, suffer the tears that dance so seductively with seroconversion. He screamed and tried to fight me off, all while I licked his ears and bit into his neck and shoulders. His soft 4 inches quickly swelled to 7 hard inches in spite of his pleas to stop, and I tapped his ass bareback. My first. Definitely not my last. He pushed back on my wickedly curved 8-incher now, moaning, whimpering, fighting back tears of shame from how much he enjoyed breaking all the safe sex rules. I made sure I plowed him good and rough -- he wouldn't forget this fuck. I shot my wad and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Almost like getting someone pregnant. Knowing you've created a life. Or a death. Armando strolled into the room now. I opened up the blonde beauty's legs for him. He winked at me, shared a deep tongue kiss, and then went to work plundering our new man-cunt. The man just squirmed and shivered and purred at the feel of Armando's dick jewelery scraping his insides. By this time Armando pulled out long enough for me to flip this whore over. Our eyes locked. His tears flowed into his open mouth as he gasped. I leaned over to lick the tears away. I'd recognized him from the second I saw that ass. My counselor. I had to laugh. The words just came out of my mouth effortlessly as Armando reached his climax. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..."

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.”

You did well both with the story and taking the loads!!! Write anytime about your stuff, love to hear about it!!!

I was 14, he was my 16 year old friend who lived next door: we both wrestled and he was already sexually active (with girls) and aggressive. The summer before I started high school we were wrestling in his basement (both of his parents worked). He ended up first pinning me then making me give him a hand job till he came. After that, I began coming over every day while he progressively took me further and further down the submission hole: daily hand jobs became daily blow jobs, which in turn became daily rim sessions, fingering my ass, calling me his girl, and ultimately giving me some of his Dad's scotch and fucking me and blowing his load in my ass. I cried the first few times but accepted my role as his fuckboy and would come over to be penetrated whenever he called (wonder to this day how his parents never caught on lol). By the end of the Summer, my identity as a homosexual submissive was fully consolidated and my need for both cock and control had become hardwired into me.

***NOTE This is not my story but one I found in my old archives*** ***NOTE this is not my story, but an old breeding story I found in my Archives*** I usually go to the gym around 9 a.m., not too early to catch all the Professionals that workout before they go to work, nor too late to catch The lazy crowd, which means there are always very few people around when I’m At the gym, a couple of old guys with nothing else to do, the occasional fat guy, and a couple of younger teens, specifically the ones who seem a bit shy and intimated by all the muscle, These are my prey, these are the boys I am out to Poz. One in particular caught my eye. He usually came with a friend and they follow the same routine around the machines, but while his friend was completely focused on the workout, he would occasionally glimpse around and it was pretty easy to see what he was looking at. He was kinda of a boy next-door type, maybe 18 or so. short dark blonde hair, a bit of fuzz on his chin, medium build. His face said good boy, but his smile screamed that there was a naughty boy begging to be let out. At the beginning I wasn't that much interested. Sure I like hot guys, but today I was more focused on the gym. When I’m there I put my headphones and pretty much try to forget what's around me. But the glimpses from that kid awoke my interest and then I started to glimpse to. Ok, so I didn't know if he was looking because he was interested of just because, as is common in a gym, you kinda look for the guy with the better body to see what he is doing. And usually I was that guy. I’m 28, pretty young myself as far as many guys go, But I have the build and look of someone older. At just 6ft I tend t tower over most guys, which adds to my own sense of confidence and natural dominance. That, and being ripped from working at the gym five days a week tends to turn the eye. I'm a pretty good view, especially for a young guy who's just starting to grow his muscles like the kid. So much looking was starting to get my juices to flow and I started to put on a show for this kid. He wanted to see muscles, I was going to indulge him I was still doing my routine but was doing my movements slower and more exaggerated, and then checking myself out at the mirrors and pulling my shirt up often to check my biceps and my abs. I could see by the corner of my eyes that the guy was looking more and more. I had to wonder if the kid still thought I hadn’t noticed him, I always made sure not to make eye contact yet, but I could feel his eyes on me often. It’s nice to have a guy fawn over you, but he had got my cock going and I'm not a very patient guy. I decided to make my move to see if was getting something from here, or else it would be better to focused on the workout and not lose time with horny kids. I got my chance when he finally left his friend on a machine and started to put weights in a bar and lied on the bench to start pressing. Seeing that he was pressing to much weight for his size (which is quite usual with cocky young guys) I went there and asked him, while he was still pressing, if he needed me to spot him. Of course he said he was ok, but I just needed to get the conversation started. "You got a nice body for a young guy. How old are you?" I asked him, while staring right into his eyes. "I'm eighteen." He said looking right back. "And I guess it's ok, I just started to workout a couple of months ago." He said back to me, returning the gaze into my eyes, such a mistake. Kids like him really don’t understand the power someone like me can have over them with a good powerful gaze. "Let me see your biceps" He got up and pulled his sleeves back to show me his arms and I touched muscles. My hand just stay there pressing and caressing without being to obvious for the other people in the gym. He just smiled. "Nice. Now let me see your abs." He pulled is shirt up, I’ll say this, the kid wasn’t nearly as ripped as me but his body was hot. The chest was hairy and nearly smooth except for a trail of fuzz leading down his shorts. I got my hand on his belly and slowly moved downwards along his treasure trail and then, after looking around to make sure no one was looking, I just grab his cock through his shorts. The look of surprise in his eyes got me even more turned on This muscles is growing nicely to" And squeezed harder, when he made no attempt to pull away, I knew I had him, I was going to breed this kid and make him beg for it. "You wanna get fucked, don’t you kid? Ditch you friend and follow me, Boy. Daddy needs that hole." He was still hesitant, but only superficially. "I don't know, I, have to grab some stuff" I smiled; I knew I had him; I could wait a little bit more. "Well, I’m ready now, but I’ll wait for you for about 15 minutes. I'll wait for you in my car in front of the gym for 15 minutes, and then I’m gone. If you show up, its your choice Boy, Oh and don't shower." I let go of his cock, which by now was rock hard, and started to walk out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him go to meet his friend and seem to let him know he was going. I grinned; this kid’s neg ass was going to be mine. On those 15 minutes I could see the kid looking at me again and again, this time with a look full of lust but also uncertainty. It probably wasn’t the first time a guy touched him, but it defiantly seemed that no one had ever been this forward about it, more importantly it was obvious he wanted more. A couple of minutes later I was seated in my car waiting for the kid to show up. I thought back to my grip on his cock, the look of shock and, yes, fear in his eyes, I fed off that, such a turn on. As time ticked by I lost sight of him and checked the time. I was sure he would not fail me expectation. When I was starting to think I was loosing my time with this kid, I see his friend leaving the gym, all by himself, which made me wait a few more minutes. Maybe he was just waiting for his friend to go away so he wouldn't be seen with me. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened A few minutes later I saw him leaving the gym and walking to my car. I could see he was nervous but also excited. My cock surged in my shorts; already I could see this kid impaled on my raw cock. He entered my car, sat down and smiled. Time to change the rules of the game now. "Hi. So what's your name kid?" "Billy, I mean William." I smiled a little. It's always funny seeing young guys trying to measure up, to seem more mature then they are. But I also knew what younger guys look for in older stronger men. They look for a dominant man and I was going to give him exactly that. “Well William, as of now your name is “Boy” if you are very, very lucky, I may call you ‘good boy’” I said as I locked the car. I could see the change in his expression; it was the looks of excitement clashing with uncertainty. “And my name is Daddy, or Sir. That is all you need to know Boy.” I said and pulled out I started driving to my place and the kid was just looking around nervous, uncertain, and damned horny. Each time he reached to grab his cock I gave him a firm slap. “Save it for when we get back Boy.” “Y-Yes Sir!” he said quickly. How soon they learn. It was a good 10min till my place so I decided to find a bit more about my new plaything. "So you ever been fucked before Boy?" I said casually, making sure that before he could answer I put my hand on his leg. "You gonna love my cock inside you Boy, everyone does." He just smiles nervously. Such a hot smile. I pulled to my driveway and we got out of the car. I felt his ass trough the shorts with one hand and open the door with the other hand. I could see he was getting more and more excited. His cock was visibly tenant and, yes, leaking precum enough to make a wetspot. The kid continues to impress me. We entered the house and the instant the door shut and was locked I was on him. My hand when inside his shorts to check his hole straight away. It was surprisingly smoothed, puckered and really tight, as I liked. This gonna be a helluva fuck, I thought, I knew his hole would never be the same by the time I finished breeding him He made to move away from me but I just held him in the steel grip of my other arm as I continued to finger his hole. I could just drop the kid's shorts right now and fuck him right then and there. It would satisfy the primal hunger inside me, but I wanted more, I wanted to break this kid, to make him into a true slut in his very first fuck. He is squirming more now and I decide to settle him down a bit. While I’m still opening his hole with one hand, I grab his head with the other and shove my tongue down his throat. He was a good kisser for a kid, and as I turned him around to face me I figured I would turn him up even more and let his hands go. His hand were everywhere, feeling my muscular sweat slick body and trying to to pull my clothes off. I oblige and pull my sweat soaked shirt so he can admire my body. I can see the lust in his eyes as he sees my chest, ripped, hard as steel, and covered in a short soft fuzz. I'm sure the real thing was better than he had imagined as he takes in my body. The whole time I had wondered just how much of my sweat he would put up with. Im,’ a clean guy, but I have no love for chemicals or fake scents. I am a real man, and I smell like one. After a morning at the gym my body is covered in sweat and stinking of my Musk. I wait to see if he hesitates and instead he goes straight to my nipples and sucks and bites both of them with such energy, you my think he wanted to be breastfed by me. “Fuck, good boy” I say, and I hear him Moan.. That’s it, I tell myself, your want to hear me say that don’t you? He then, moves between my huge tits for a whiule before moving to my immense Bicep. He starts to actively lick the sweat along my tensing muscles and then the kids surprises me yet again as he lifts my arm up and goes after my rank armpit. Fuck, this kid did everything right, i didn't even have to guide him. My cock surges, I may have just found a natural Fuckpig, time to push things a bit more. “You like that sweat boy? You like the stink of a REAL man? Do you?” I say and begin to lower my arm. I can hear him groan a muffled ‘Yef Fir’ as he sucks the sweat from my pit, sucking the wet hair of my underarm. “Good Boy! Keep it up and make Daddy proud” I saw, and lower my arm and squeeze. His word goes dark as I cut off air from him, his face and nose is trapped in my under arm, feeding him my Man funk, getting his lungs nice and full of my musk. God its such a Power trip, I can feel him squirm as his air supply goes thin. I keep him smothered in my pit right up to the point he’ll pass out and yank him free. “Did you like that Boy?” I bark at him, his face soaked in my sweat as I watch him gasp like a fish. “Yes Sir” he says breathlessly. I smile and Spit in his face. “Then go for more Boy!” And stuff him into my other Pit, just as rank as the first. Again I feel him suck and lick, drinking my sweat. His head must be so lightheaded for now. As nice as it is ridding the power of a boy sucking pits, I had another purpose to all this. Breathing nothing but sweat for 10min solid leaves a guy light headed and weak, perfect for what I had planned when I take his hole. Finally when I felt he was about to pass out again, I pulled him free and at the same time I forced him to his knees and dropped my shorts revealing my 8" uncut cock, fat as a beer can. I’m really proud of more foreskin, it traps a mans purest funk and stink inside, I was going to love this. I yanked back his hair to make him open up for my cock. “Suck it boy, your spit is all the Lube you get,” I said as he all willingly went after my cock. Trying to get it all to his throat as only a virgin tries to do, and consequently choking on the meat. I love that sound of choking; I took it out to let him breath and shove it a second time. This time he knew better and didn't try to swallow my cock but instead start sucking it and drinking the precum that was oozing from under my heavy foreskin. He wasn’t bad as he sucked my huge cock, he didn’t even seem to mid the waxy Smegma under the foreskin as he slobbered and left it a spit covered mess. I soon got into a rhythm fucking his face for a few minutes, but what I wanted was his ass, and it was way pass time to show this boy what he was to me. Yanking my cock out I slapped his face a few times, laughing as I watched the smears of precum splatter across his lips. “Enough foreplay Boy, time to get fucked.” I said as I picked him up and took him to my bedroom, throwing him on the bed. "Get in all fours and raise your ass kid,” I shouted. His look now was a mix of horniness and immense fear. He was finally realizing he was going to get fucked by a man. Whatever he chooses to do the rest of his life, he could never erase the fact he would be fucked like a bitch. But like all young guys, whatever his head was thinking was completely blackout by what his hard cock was thinking. And his hard cock was begging for a hard fat cock to enter is ass and fuck him silly. So he got on the bed and raised his ass for me, showing me his pink tight hole. As I watched it wink, I had to wonder if he had any Idea just what I had planned for him, if he realized his life would be forever changed by what I would do to him. "Spread your cheeks with your hands" I shouted as I leaned in and licked his ass. Nice, smooth, and tasting of his own sweat. He obeyed by lowering his face to the bed and spreading those cheeks with his hands. His hole was still closed, even with his hands spreading his cheeks, but that's what you get with virgins, nice tight holes that haven't learn how to wink. I usually would just fuck away and open his hole with the sheer force of my hard cock. But I had specifically told him not to shower after the workout so I could have something to savor before I fuck him. I got on my knees on the bed and just licked his ass from top to bottom taking all the taste, sweat, ass, shit, all mix into the best taste there is. Virgin Ass The kid started to moan like a bitch. I started nibbling on his hole to force it to open and then shoving my tongue inside the ring. Fuck I could eat a kid's sweaty ass everyday for the rest of my life and I would be happy. I shove one finger inside him just making him moan more. He was not totally open but I didn't want to open him with my finger. I wanted him to feel some pain when my cock entered and tore into him wanted him to feel it totally, the pain and the pleasure, to feel and know I was taking his cherry, his virginity, his innocence. My poz cock throbbed and drooled, knowing it was getting close to its Prey. “Are you going to put a condom on?” He said. The question actually surprised me enough I lost my focus for a moment. This kid was asking me this now? On his heads and knees, ass dripping my spit, my cock throbbing against his hole, he was asking now? I frowned inside, obviously this kid was not the natural born FuckPig I had him pegged as, I needed to change that, and I knew I was going to. “Just relax boy, don’t think about it, you are here to get fucked Boy, that’s it.” I said and pressed my oozing Death Stick toward his hole, letting the foreskin slide around a it. I reached down and pulled on a nipple, making him moan and tremble, that got him. “Ok s-sir, just, don’t cum inside me” he said and I had to bite my lip not to laugh. I wasn’t going to even think of answering that, I was going to break this pig and he was going to beg for it. I spat on my cock some more and leaned in for the kill. I was going to fuck him raw so I could breed him, as I was his first. I always like to mark my territory like animals do. I was going to breed this kid so he would have my seed in him forever, something to remember the day he gave his ass like a bitch for the first, but not the last time I positioned my cock next to his hole, and grabbing his waist. “This is it boy, today you become a Fuckpig.” I said and shoved it inside with all my strength. The kid shouted in pain that echoed the room as he felt the destruction of his cherry. He bucked and tried to pull away from me but it was far too late now. I was almost all the way in and he was going to get fucked. I started to move my hard cock in and out slowly so he could recover, but I knew he still felt some pain. Still, I guess that’s what you get when you agree to get fucked like a bitch. You can’t feel sorry for pigs like this, you have to show them their place in the world, what they exist for. I'm sure the kid wouldn't want it any other way and he should have. It was like branding a café, it hurt for a while, and the mark would be with them forever. But after it, they would belong to you. He never told me to stop, even when it was apparent that it was painful, which makes me think he is going to be a bitch for the rest of his life. “There’s a good fuckpig! Your ass is mine now, your hole is mine! This what you wanted from the very begging isn’t it! “Yes Sir!” I watched his face clench in pain, I knew his hole must be ripping a bit, but I didn’t care. This was about my pleasure not his. His purpose was for me to break and breed. Another hole to get charged by my toxic poz load. I started to pick up the pace and he started to moan louder. I knew he was slowly passing into the point where pain became pleasure, that brutalizing his ass was just what he wanted now. He didn't have to tell me, I knew he wanted harder and a started to fuck like there was no tomorrow, in a way for him, there wasn’t going to be. I grabbed his shoulder and forced my poz cock deeper inside of him. There was a loud banging sound as my crotch and balls hilted his ass. This kid was going to miss the gym for a week at least. I don't know how he was going to sit at all for a few days but I really didn’t care. His ass is going to be in a bad shape, but that's what you get for being a bitch boy. I fuck him harder and harder as I sense my cum building. I feel so horny but at the same time I feel so happy for the kid. After today he is going to have my cum inside him, the cum of a Real man inside his ass forever. Already I can feel my Hot swimmers begging to bore into his ass. Gonna be full of real man juice up his bowels, and I guess that’s the dream of any good bitch. He was probably fantasizing about that back at the gym when he was looking around. Probably searching for the right man to fill that tight pussy. As My balls boil I wonder if the kid has any idea just what sort of Man he has decided to breed him. I want this to last but I know I am getting close to nutting him. “This is it FuckPig! In a few moments I’m going to breed that ass of yours! Going to fire my hot raw seed right into your ass and knock you up. Is that what you want?” The kid just moans. “What was that Slut? I didn’t hear you!” “I want it!” “What do you want slut? I say, Slam fucking into him with each word” “Want want your cum inside me!” “Beg me for it! Beg for my seed!” “Please Sir! Please Breed ME!” he says, sobbing and moaning. I laugh, time to Poz him up. “That’s it! Take my Bare load! Take my POZ Bare Load!” I push the deepest I can and fell my cock explode with an orgasm that rocks my body. I unload a torrent of hot tick juice inside of him, my balls pumping out their charge seed as I hold him tight. I dig into him as I keep cumming, my poz seed blasting his wrecked hole so much that it completely fills his ass and bowels. I watch some of the slime ooze out, as I stay rooted deep inside him. Already I can feel my Swimmers boring into him, doing their part to seed this boy. I gently almost lovingly lick his body now as my load does its work. “There’s a good boy, feel my cum in you now. It’s going to be inside you forever. A part of me is always going to be in you boy, your balls and cum will never e the same” I say as I hold him tight against me. I am surprised to hear him sobbing gently. For a moment I wonder if he realizes what I have done to him. I'm spent so I just get off him. I guess he came somewhere during the fuck because they’re cum all over the sheets. I don't care; he's just a bitch boy. If I want to give pleasure to someone I’ll get a girlfriend or a boyfriend. This kid is just a cum dump, a masturbatory tool, it's fine as long as I cum. Anyway he seems to have love it. He lies in the bed breathing heavily, hole still open and shining, some juices flowing out. I guess that the tight closed hole is gone forever. Next dude that fucks him can just shove his hard dick inside this kid without lube. I pick his clothes of the floor and throw them to the bed. "Hey kid, I have stuff to do, ok. See you at the gym". He looks at me kind surprise. What did he think, that I would cook lunch For him and we would watch Will and Grace reruns all afternoon while we Cuddle in the couch. He get up and starts to dress and walk to the door. I grab his ass while he's leaving, stick a finger inside his hole and kiss him for a couple of minutes. He smiles at me and leaves a bit happier. I guess that's better, after all I plant to dump another load inside that ass as soon as possible

The self-criticism you describe is a common phenomenon that affects many men, in large part because of the disconnect between a person’s sexuality and the sometimes unreasonable or unrealistic expectations and moral conditions the person has gained from upbringing in his society, family or religion. In your case, it seems unusual that this should emerge suddenly and unexpectedly, after a long time involved in related behavior that did not cause the feelings. Usually we would expect the reverse to be true, that repeated exposure to an activity would desensitize one to the triggers that provoke negative self-criticism. So it might be helpful for you to do a little internal digging. Ask yourself why this particular episode made you feel differently. In what ways was it uniquely different from even the most similar experience? Something had to make the difference. Listen to the specific message the negative thoughts are conveying - what assumptions, biases and judgments to they reveal? Do they all stand up to scrutiny? For instance, by what you describe, some part of you carries a notion that it is ‘trashy’ or ‘dirty’ to fuck a person whose face or body you did not see. That is a value judgment, but is it objectively true? What, specifically, makes it ‘dirty’ or ‘trashy’ to do? It isn’t that the person you don’t see is always unclean - his hygiene may be perfectly acceptable. It isn’t that the person you don’t see is necessarily poor of character - he might be a very honest and upstanding person in other aspects of his life, and is simply addressing his sexual needs just as you are. Which is a salient point: In the same way that you are. Imagine that the guy you fucked through that glory hole, after you left, said to himself: ”you dirty fucking piece of trash. You just let a guy fuck you and didn’t even see his face or body. He could have been gross, a guy you would never pick to fuck, but you let him fuck you anyway. You didn’t even care. You’re fucking disgusting.” Does your perspective change now that the shoe is on the other foot? Because you were both doing the same thing, you’re either both equally potentially gross and disgusting, or neither of you are. Then let’s take a step further back and ask what’s wrong with anonymous, random sexual intercourse. From a practical standpoint, there is risk to health, but you would face the same risk to health from bareback sex whether you were looking at him or not. Such encounters are devoid of the emotional reciprocity that enriches, and some would say is the true reward of human sexual contact - but if you weren’t looking for that kind of connection with another person at that time, then it wasn’t the point. It is possible, however, that a gloryhole encounter, being perhaps the most complete way to isolate the sex act to nothing but the point of penetration, may have amplified that lack of connection to the point that it caused you distress. Up till this point, the act of fucking another man had not bothered you. Now that something about it suddenly didn’t feel right, it may have opened an avenue for questioning and self-doubt that you have not had to cope with before, and are finding that the only immediate answers available for your self-questioning are things you’ve had to root up from deep in your upbringing. All of the above is speculative analysis based on the very little information you’ve supplied, and may be utterly off the mark for you. But it is an example of a way to cognitively approach the self-questioning that is causing your distress. You’re fine. You fucked a guy through a gloryhole. Legions of men would have loved to be you in that moment. Legions of men did exactly the same thing that night. They weren’t all dirty pieces of trash, just men doing one of the things men do. Congratulations, you’re human.

yes, thats one of the reasons i became such a bathhouse cumdumpster and porntheatre whore. i knew i could just go in and find horny men looking to use a whore like me to get themselves off. no bs, no games, no pretending to wanna date me or have any interest in me as a person at all. just sliding up into my guts and blowing loads in some trashy whore that just got bred by an unknown number of complete strangers. guys on hookup sites have a million questions, half of them are just jerking off and a number of the others pussy out. some days its good and i can make a number of pump n dump pit stops but in a porntheatre or bathhouse i can just srip naked and get used and everyone there knows i’m a fucktoy and will be super easy to fuck.

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I once blew a guy with a tiny dick who kept cumming and cumming... and cumming. Like a lawn sprinkler.

Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...

I can feel the warmth of his boney body. The downy hair of his legs and chest and course pubic hair against me. His boney hands holding my head. My hands are around his skinny waisted torso feeling his warm skin and the hair on his back. The weight of him pressing me into the soft bed. We're urgently pressing our lips together and his soft wet tongue is in my mouth exploring everything within reach. He tastes and smells of mint from the toothpaste he's used before my arrival. His cock is hard and laying between our stomachs. It's feels hot and there's a slightly wet feeling of his pre-cum on my belly. My own penis is soft and laying downward, his testicles resting on it. His right hand moves slowly and gently down the left side of my body. He has hard calluses on his boney fingers and hands. The hands of a manual worker. He reaches my left buttock and intuitively I lift my leg so he can slide his hand and probing fingers underneath me and find my hole. My breath quickens as he finds it and rubs a finger over the around the rim. He pulls his tongue from my mouth and lifts his head slightly to look into my eyes. He has dark brown eyes, almost black. They are smiling and gazing into mine. I feel a finger probing inside me. I am totally his. I move my left leg a little further to my left and away from my body, a signal that I want him to explore further inside me. He understands this and slowly inserts a digit as deep as he can. I'm incredibly aroused. My mind blank, except for the here and now. He lifts himself off me and I open my legs, bend my knees and pull my feet up towards me. He takes hold of his member and I feel the head at the entrance to my body. Precum is leaking heavily from it and he rubs it around the rim. He's still looking into my eyes as he says gently "Your sure" I'm unable to speak. The want, need, excitement and trepidation has made me unable to reply so I nod my head. He pushes himself slowly inside me. My sphincter is still tight and causes me pain as he pushes past it and further inside me. He's big. I'm not used to anything this big. It's stretching the walls of my arse. He pushes it all the way inside me and holds it there, leaning forward to kiss me. The passion in me reaches a new high. I'm breathing deeply, I feel hot, my body craves him, my mind is totally captivated. I want his sperm inside me, to fertilise me, make me pregnant. I know that this can only happen once between two men and its going to happen now. He begins to move inside me. All the way out then all way inside. There is no lubricant other than his precum which has little effect on the friction between his cock and the soft walled tissue inside me. The friction is good. It was cause abrasions that will allow us to procreate more easily. Allow his seed to enter my body. He picks up speed. Fucking me, breeding me as it should be done. My arse feels wonderful sore and full. We're both sweating. He's working hard at his task, ploughing into me, the need to plant his seed is his only purpose in life. He knows it maybe his last chance to pass on his dna. He's is very thin, boney and his face is gaunt. Physically he doesn't look capable of the fucking he's giving me. It's obvious all the energy he has left is being used and its pure determination to reproduce is all that's driving him on. He fucks me for at least ten minutes then his eyes widen and he looks into mine. I can't tell if he's smiling or crying as he cries out and thrusts his cock as deep as he can and ejaculates a huge wad of thick creamy hiv infected sperm into my guts. He collapses onto me and we frantically hold onto each other tightly. I'm overwhelmed by the feelings I have and ejaculate my negative sperm between us coating our stomachs. We kiss passionately and lay still recovering from our orgasms. We lay like this for a time reflecting on what we've done. We have both achieved our goal. Rest is what we need. We both fall asleep.

Daryl was on his back while his boyfriend, Peter, fucked him as they usually did a couple times a week. The only thing different, this time, was Brian, watching from a chair, stroking the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. Peter seemed to ignore the hot guy on the chair just a few feet over stroking, as he plowed into Daryl, while Daryl was trying his hardest not to constantly stare at Brian. By this time, Daryl would usually be faking moans so that his bf would finish. Peter was a nice young man and devoted boyfriend, but a horrible fuck. He even had a decent sized cock, Daryl thought, but Peter just couldn't get Daryl off. The chemistry just wasn't right. This time, however, Daryl was moaning with desire as he imagined Brian in place of Peter fucking him deeply. Peter sped up his pace a little as usual before he came, "I'm going to cum" he said. Peter then pulled out and jacked off onto Daryl's smooth belly like he had done dozens of time before. So well-rehearsed; and so boring to Daryl. Daryl faked another complimentary comment "Oh yeah, that was hot. I'm just too nervous to cum right now, I guess." Peter never seemed to care if Daryl came or not. Each fuck session ended the same way. And despite them having their first guest watch them fuck, Peter had a difficult time breaking his routine. "Uggh .. I need to shower. I'll be out in a few" Peter said, and then slipped away to the bathroom. He almost seemed oblivious to Brian even being there. Moments later, the bathroom door closed and the shower was running. Brian's patience was about to pay off. Daryl remembered the conversation they exchanged over e-mail messages as they arranged this. Peter would only agree to having a third person watch them fuck. Brian knew that's all that would likely happen. And since Brian was just going to watch, Daryl and Peter didn't mind Brian being poz. After all, he was just there to watch, so no harm done there. "Did you cum?" Daryl asked his newly-made athletic and hung poz friend. "No," Brian answered, detecting some interest on Daryl's part, "why don't you suck me off real quick while Peter showers." Daryl nearly jumped out of bed, and quickly made his way to Brian's thick tool. He had hoped this moment might present itself, and took advantage of it as quickly as he could. On his knees, Daryl struggled to go down down Brian's shaft. He was too aroused to even worry about Brian's HIV status. "Rules were meant to be broken," Daryl had thought to himself thinking about his own personal rule of not messing around with poz guys. Brian enjoyed his new twink friend gagging on his cock; and felt confident he would get what he wanted next. "Look, I know you don't play with poz guys. But, I can tell how much you want my cock. How about I just fuck you quickly so that you can enjoy it a little. I won't cum up in your ass or anything." Daryl thought for a moment. He had never had a cock as big as this, and the thought of getting fucked while his boyfriend was just down the hall showering, turned him on even more. It was so scandalous; and too delicious a thought for Daryl to not enjoy. He knew of a friend who let a poz guy fuck him, and he was still HIV neg. Fuck it, Daryl thought to himself, I WANT this cock. Daryl answered by moving back to the bed and laying back down on his back. Brian knew time was against them, and moved quickly into position, forcefully spreading Daryl's legs apart and throwing them over his shoulders while he pushed his thick cock into Daryl's already fucked and lubed hole. "It's gotta be quick .. oh FUCK!" Daryl tried not to shout as Brian's thickness entered and stretch his hole tighter than anything he'd ever felt. Thankfully his hole was very well lubed from his prior fuck. "Don't worry, I'll be quick," Brian said as he slid the rest of his girth inside Daryl, "I love how you stared at my cock while Peter fucked you. How's that feel?" "Fuck .. feels so damn good, oh GOD. Fuck me!" Daryl could barely contain the excitement. He was cheating with the biggest cock he ever seen, and letting a poz guy fuck him raw. The guilt and fear heightened the intense arousal he was already feeling. Brian picked up his pace and soon was all the way in him. "Oh yeah, take that huge cock." Daryl was having a hard time catching his breath, and trying not to moan too loud, "Oh god , don't stop fucking me." "I'm about to cum" Brian warned. "Please don't stop fucking me" Daryl begged. "But, I'm going to cum" Brian insisted. "Feels too good, don't stop," Daryl said. He had heard Brian's warning, but was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling and was losing control. Brian picked up his pace and jabbed deeply as his cock started to throb, "I'm cumming!" he said quietly while he continued to pound away." "OH GOD! OH GOD!" Daryl felt his cock about to explode; and he wasn't even jacking it. Brian pushed all the way deep inside Daryl and kept unloading the last of his load while Daryl started to shoot all over his stomach, chest and chin. Brian covered Daryl's mouth to muzzle the noise as Daryl moaned underneath his hand and sprayed his load. Brian slowly pulled his massive cock out of Daryl's hole. Both were relieved to hear the shower was still running as they returned to their senses. Daryl leaned forward and pulled Daryl close to his face, "You better leave before Peter gets out. "I'll tell him you were bored and left. Man, that was amazing. I've never been fucked like that. I want to be your boyfriend." Brian heard this before. One of the consequences of having a big dick is everyone says he wants to date you, but he felt an earnest and sincerity from Daryl he never felt before, "Well, you know how to find me. If you really wanna do it, I'm game. Let's talk again tomorrow." They kissed passionately albeit briefly, and then Brian made his quick escape. All before the shower had ended.

Hottest thing I’ve read on here. All those boys were so lucky to have Scorpion looking out for them.

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(a few years ago) I don't know what it is about my personality or my 'aura', but I've always attracted friends who had fucked up childhoods and/or substance abuse issues. It started in high school when two of my closest friends had a parent that committed suicide. College brought new friends who were molested as kids, were speed freaks or had been in jail. There's nothing tragic about me...I had a normal family and a normal life...except that I was gay. I buried it pretty deep inside, and tried not to even think about it. I considered myself to be pretty boring. I never did anything exciting, and maybe that's tragic in and of itself. I moved to a new city for a job that was something I really wanted to do, but it didn't pay all that great. I moved into an apartment complex that was in a somewhat 'iffy' part of town. It was two levels built into a box shape with a courtyard in the middle. It was cheap and not dirty. That's all I wanted. Wouldn't you know that I met a new misfit the day I moved in. He had the unit right next to mine, and introduced himself immediately. Andy. He looked fairly normal, but there was a touch of insanity in his eyes. I would have guessed he was in the military, judging by his solid build and extremely short haircut. He was around 6'3" and clean-shaven. Cute and around my age. I didn't have a "type", but I did think he'd be the kind of man I'd be interested in. He helped me move my stuff in. And I somehow knew he was crazy. "Just a word of warning: This side gets pretty bright sun in the morning. Keep your blinds closed if you want to sleep late." "Oh, okay. I usually get up early though." "Yeah. Me too. I do maintenance here. It's not great money, but I don't have to pay rent. If you ever lock yourself out or your toilet clogs, don't go to the manager -- just come by or call me. Got your phone on you? I'll give you my number." So I guess he wasn't in the military then. I settled in and arranged what little furniture I had. It wasn't even 24 hours later that my refrigerator stopped running. Ugh. At least there were only some diet Cokes in there. I called Andy and he came over in twenty minutes. He was in shorts and sandals ---- not what I'd think a maintenance worker would wear on the job. "Well, it must be minor because most of the fridges around here are new. It might be your outlet. Give me a few minutes to look." He moved the fridge out from the wall and went looking in the back. I never knew what to do while a repairman was in your home. Do you stand there or leave them alone to do their job? I decided to go watch TV. "Shout if you need anything." As soon as I said that, he said "Done. It's fixed." "You're kidding." "Nope. The plug had just slipped out of the wall socket. It happens sometimes if the power's been off for awhile and suddenly starts back up." I felt stupid. I should have checked that on my own. "Well, sorry for making you come over for an unplugged refrigerator." "No problem, my friend. You got me away from painting and I needed a break. Mind if I hang out here for a little?" "Not at all? Want a Coke?" "Got any beer?" I didn't, so he invited me over to his place next door. He didn't have much more furniture than I did, but it was nice. Great TV and stereo. I sat on the couch and he brought me a beer. I normally never drink at all, but it seemed like there was no way I could say 'no'. "Your TV is huge, Andy. Is it HD?" "Of course. Why? Did you want to watch something? I thought we could just talk." "Oh yeah. Sure." I swallowed more beer. It was way better than the last time I tried it in school. He settled down next to me and kicked off his sandals. "So you're gay, right?" What? I'd only met him twice and had fewer than ten sentences to him. How did he know? "Well...." "Sorry. That was rude. I just kind of see things, you know?" "Like what?" "The very first time I saw you, you were bursting with secrets. You've got those eyes that say there's more there." "Okay. And, yeah. I'm gay. I've just never told anyone." "I understand. I'm gay too. I also have HIV...ever since I was sixteen." "You look healthy to me." "I'm on some good meds now. AIDS is practically curable at this point." "Oh. Good. Are there side effects?" "Some. Nothing like there used to be with the old drugs. I'm a slut. Never had a boyfriend -- just hook-ups. There's, like, five gay bars and a bath house within ten blocks of us. I'll show you around. We can go tonight if you want. It's Saturday." "Ummm...I don't think..." "You've never done anything with a guy, have you?" "No. Not ever." I didn't look at him as I talked. "I guess I always thought it would go away. I come from a very conservative area." "Ugh. That term 'conservative'. It just means 'we all agree to hate the same people'." "You're exactly right. Wow." "It's no problem, dude. Probably too early to just bring you to the gay scene on a weekend. How about if I just introduce you to a few friends of mine --- ease you into this." "Sure. Thanks." "Cool. Well, I gotta get back to painting door frames. Call me anytime." He put his flip-flops on and showed me out. I spent the next few hours alone in my apartment, thinking. This gayness wouldn't go away. It was who I was and I needed to stop hating it. "I give up! You win!"I said to an empty living room. And I quit fighting. Andy called at 10 the next morning. "Let's go get breakfast. I know you don't have any food over there. I know a good lace and my friend Zach will be there." "Sure. Give me ten minutes. and I'll come over." Panic. How do you dress for breakfast with two gay guys? I wore some of nicest 'casual' clothes and even put on a little cologne at the last second. Then I went next door. "Good morning! Wow. You look nice...I could eat you up with a spoon. And you smell good too. Mmm." He nuzzled my neck and smelled. He was wearing more or less what he was wearing yesterday. His pickup was one of those tall ones that you had to climb in. "So how do you know Zach?" "He's one of my friends. He's HIV+ as well, but you don't know that yet. Sometimes he talks about it nonstop and sometimes he doesn't. He's always changing moods. He might be dressed better than you or worse than me." "I'll be cool." The funky little diner was full of the brunch crowd. Andy looked around and spotted his buddy. Zach was probably in his late 30's and had thinning blonde hair. He had a friendly face as he stood and greeted us. "Who's this, Andy?" "My new neighbor. Tommy. He just moved to town and I'm showing him around." "Well, he has to come to the beer bust with us. Hello, young man. Sit, sit." I shook his hand and felt him mentally read me. Andy and I sat across from him and I just studied the menu. "Probably not going to the beer bust, Zach. Tommy has never been out....anywhere. I don't think unlimited beer in a room full of horny dudes is the right environment to bring him to." I was intrigued. "No. It's fine. I'll go. When does it start?" Andy pushed his knee into mine as some sort of silent signal. "Oh, honey. It's already started. It goes on all day. Our whole group is already there. Eat a big meal to prepare your stomach for this." I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten a decent meal in two days. Just snacks and diet Coke. The food wasn't great, but it was filling. Andy aid the bill and told Zach that we'd be there in an hour. Out in the hot noon air, I suddenly felt so full and so sleepy. "Thanks for breakfast, Andy. Next time it's on me." "We don't have to go to this. We can just watch TV and snooze a little. When do you start your new job?" "Not until Thursday. I just need some coffee or a Red Bull first." "Okay. As you wish. I got something better than coffee, though. Take this." He gave me a tiny pill and I swallowed it without thinking too much. I trusted this guy. By the time we got back to the apartment complex, I was feeling nervous and maybe a little hyper. "I just need to pee and then we can go." I felt like my hair was trying to crawl off of my head. Weird. I went to my apartment and got ready while Andy waited outside. "Last warning. You don't have to do this." "Let's go." "Okay. It's ten dollars at the door and they give you a wristband. Then you can drink all the beer you can as long as you can. I'll stick close to you. My friends are cool. You're safe with us around you." We got to a huge bar called "South Paw". It didn't look much different on the outside than any other tavern I'd ever seen. This would be fine. Andy payed our way in and I wore the flimsy little band on my right wrist. The sights and sounds were so intense. I felt Andy grab my hand. His instinct for what I was feeling was starting to amaze me. He led me out a door in the back where there was a patio. "My little group of pals is mostly made up of smokers. You can only smoke on the patio. There they are." His group was composed of different sizes and ages of men, but they all had the same type of military haircut as Andy. Was this a thing now? Was it fashionable all the sudden? I wondered if they were secretly skinheads -- except one two of them were of mixed race. Andy introduced them all. Mark, Rick, Tony, etc. I was bad at remembering names even in the best of circumstances. "Hi. Nice to meet you." One of them grinned broadly. "Andy, is he a new member of our club?" "NO. This is Tom, and he's new to town. Be nice and don't scare him." "You can call me Tommy," I added. "Yeah. Tommy suits you better -- you look like a kid. Want a cigarette, Tommy?" Suddenly I did. I'd never liked the smell of smoke before, but it seemed like a good way to bond with the group. "Thanks." Andy kept me close as we sat down and joined the party. "Jesus, Andy...go get the kid a beer already." He obeyed because obviously this guy was "the leader" I guess. Once I was alone with this group, I decided to ask about the haircuts. I was just so curious. One guy who hadn't spoken yet answered with "It's part of being in the club. It's a rule we all follow...except for Zach." "I don't have much hair left, asshole. I already explained that I'm not shaving what little I have. Besides, I have tenure. I'm above 400,000 now." The others nodded and started trading numbers. 300k, 250k, etc. I figured out they were talking about HIV. They all had it. I thought that the new drugs lowered the viral amounts to almost zero. Guess I needed to read more. Andy came back and handed me a plastic cup of beer. "What have you been telling him?" "He asked about the haircuts." "Oh," Andy looked a tad bit worried. "It's our thing. Easy to recognize each other in a crowd." "I get it. Thanks for the beer. It's not very cold, though." "That's why it's so cheap, boy. Don't worry. You won't notice after we do some shots," Zach assured. "Shots? Like a shot of something, like drugs?" I felt stupid as they all laughed. "No. Whiskey. Mark is a diabetic and they him bring a bag in with his needles and shit. He always packs a fifth of JD in there. Shots here are four bucks a piece." The big, mixed-race guy pulled out his bottle and we all took discreet sips. Andy put his hand on my leg and whispered in my ear. "You can just pretend to drink it if you want." But I liked the foul, burning taste...it went well with the smoke I was inhaling. And I was relaxing a bit. I didn't even care that I was surrounded by poz guys... who seemed to take pride in their virus. Andy took medication so he couldn't be like that. Right? "Is there a cigarette machine here?" I wanted another one. "Yeah, but it's always out of order. Here." Zach handed me one and lit it for me. The light changed and it got later. Andy seemed to want me to leave with him and go someplace else, but I was happy here. We stayed and drank more beer and shots. By the time it was almost dusk, the place got crowded and the music got louder. I needed to pee. Andy escorted me to the restroom and stood by the door while I went. So many men! I hadn't even taken time to check them out. Wasn't this what it was about? They all looked fuck-able to me. Dicks and beards and tight jeans and big boots. When I finished, I walked out and got mashed by the crowd. Somebody grabbed my ass. I couldn't find Andy as I was moved out towards the dance floor. Where was the patio? I was lost. I got pushed up against the wall by Mark the diabetic smuggler. He towered over me and leaned in close. "You lost, Tommy?" "Sort of. I'm trying to find Andy." "Why? You think he's trying to find YOU??. You in love with him or something? Andy doesn't have boyfriends." "I know. But he's my ride home." "I'll give you a ride, little boy. Feel this." He rubbed his hard crotch against my stomach. "Touch it if you want. It's the biggest one here...big enough to make you a club member for life." As rude as this all was, I kind of wanted to touch him down there. I felt my own dick get hard. I reached toward the fly of his pants just as Andy appeared. "Back the fuck off, Mark. Tom and I are leaving now." He grabbed my hand and was leading me away. "How 'bout a little respect, dude. Remember I'm the only guy with the syringes." "Ignore him. Let's go." Once we were back out on the street, Andy seemed to be angry. With Mark? With me? "What's wrong?" "I should not have brought you here. You aren't ready and I thought my friends would be nicer. I need a smoke." "You?" "Yeah. I smoke, Tommy. I just didn't want to do it in front of you for some reason. I wanted you to think more of me." "Why? You saw me smoke." "You don't know what you're doing. This was too fast. Let's share a smoke and go home." We sat on the curb and shared a cig from the pack he'd had with him the whole time. I suddenly didn't want one anymore. We drove home in mostly silence when Andy finally asked, "What he do to you? What did he say?" "He rubbed his groin on me and said he could get me into your club. He also said not to fall in love with you because you don't have boyfriends. What's the deal with your club, Andy?"' "I'll fill you in later. That dumb fuck. I hate him, but he's sometimes a good guy. Sometimes." We got back to the apartment complex, and I wanted to invite Andy in, but he was still mad and distracted. I just went to bed with an upset stomach. I slept like a rock and didn't wake u until that morning sun snaked it's way around the blinds. My mouth tasted horrible. I was in the middle of my shower when Andy knocked at my door. I was still wet and wearing only a towel around my waist when I answered. "Oops. Sorry. I should have called first. I brought McDonald's breakfast since we never had dinner last night. Get dressed and I'll set everything up." I came back it in a t-shirt and shorts. Andy had already taken his flip-flops off and was setting paper plates of fast food breakfast on my little coffee table. I let him ick out something to watch since I didn't even know the channels in this area. We settled on some 70's movie about spies or something. "Thanks for this." "No problem. Mark called me last night. He wanted to apologize to both of us. It's all cool now." "Tell me about your club, Andy. Not later. NOW." He wiped his mouth, leaned back and closed his eyes. "This is too much information, buddy. But I guess I'll have to tell you eventually." "I'm not all that shock-able. I've heard everything." "Okay. Just...just don't avoid me after I tell you. I like you and we're neighbors. Promise? Promise you'll still like me?" "Yes." "Well...you probably already know we're all HIV+. And we all know each other from all the fucking we've done around town. We all started taking meds about the same time. And then we quit medicating." "What? Why?" "I don't know if I can explain it exactly. It all got too safe and too boring. We were all sitting around Zach's place one night and decided that, together, we could develop a mutant strain of HIV that couldn't be controlled by a drug company. It started as a fantasy. Then we got serious about it. It was exciting. We all flushed our pills at the same time. We fucked each other and others with no hesitation." "Wow, Andy. I don't want you to be sick." "I know you don't. But I haven't told you the worst. Mark let's us use his syringes to draw our blood and inject each other. He sometimes does it to strangers, but I swear to you that I haven't. And over the past year, we started competing. Everybody wants the highest viral count. Mine is now just a hair over 300,000. Zach's is the highest...he's almost full-blown. Mark is u there too. Tell me what you're thinking, Tommy." "I...uh...I want you to stop this. I like you and I want to be your boyfriend, but not if you're hell-bent on destroying yourself. There you go." "I've never seen your face without all the secrets hiding it. Can I kiss you?" We kissed and I felt electricity in every atom in my body. We made out on the couch and it almost felt like it would go further, but it didn't. Andy left with a big boner in his shorts and said he'd see me later. The next afternoon Mike came by. "Break time! Come out and have a smoke with me. It's so nice outside." We went and sat on the steps.He smoked, but I didn't. "What are you doing today, Andy?" "Trimming bushes. It's messy, but not that hard. Want to come down and keep me company?" Of course I did. He was cutting and trimming while I just sat om the grass and watched. I knew that I loved him. It was a fact. "Hey -- I thought maintenance guys always wore work boots. Why are you in sandals?" "They make those boots in my size...14, but they don't make 'em wide enough. I inherited my dad's wide, flat feet." "Oh. Sorry if I ask too many questions." "No. Ask anything." "Were you molested as a kid?" I already knew the answer. "Oh, yeah. Brothers, uncles, neighbor kids. I got taller and bigger and decided to do some molesting of my own. I was a bad seed. Why did you ask that?" "I've known a lot of people who went through bad shit. I had a collection of damaged friends." "They were drawn to you, Tommy. You're stable. Or maybe they saw those invisible walls you had been building and wanted to hide behind them too. With you." Yep. I loved him. "What are your goals?" "Seriously? You haven't started your job yet and already you're asking corporate questions. My goals are always changing. At the moment, I just want to be happy. What about you?" "I want to have a better life than I ever imagined. I don't mean being rich in a mansion. I just want to be satisfied." "Well put. 'Satisfied' is a good goal. I have to mow now. Can I drop by after I'm done?" "Sure. Watch your toes." He laughed and left me alone. I watched him walk toward the shed. He was beautiful. His butt and legs and strong back. I sat in my apartment and tried to memorize the TV channels. I ended up on one of the public access stations and watched one of those high school quiz shows. I was on a quiz bowl team back in the day, but was never on TV. I sat and was absorbed for a good hour when my Andy came by. "Done already?" "Yeah. There's not much grass here. What the hell are you watching? Game shows? Come over and have a beer with me. You're gonna be a working boy soon -- we need to party now." His apartment smelled like him and I felt my dick rise. He instantly took off his sandals and his t-shirt. "It's getting warmer out there now. I can turn on the AC if you want." "I'm fine, but turn it on if you need it." He handed me a cold can of beer and we settled on the couch. "Nah. I'm good now. How 'bout if I play some music. Ever heard of Matthew Sweet? He's a goddamn genius. There's a few songs I want you to hear." "Cool." He fiddled around with his stereo, and then the great music started. It was rock, but not harsh or heavy. This Matthew guy had a decent voice and sounded like his heart was breaking. I picked out a few lyrics... "Don't you need somebody to love?" "I want to be your boyfriend." It was just so dreamy. I forgot about his club and his disease. He put his arm around me, and I could smell his new sweat and cut grass. This time I kissed him first...and let my hands wander around his bare chest. His nipples were hard and sharp and perfect. I knew some things. I knew I wanted to have sex with him...and I knew I wanted him to give me his raw dick. He'd always been able to read my mind --- maybe he could now. "Andy...I..." "Shh. I know. Let's go to my bed. I should probably take a shower first." "Not now. Please?" "As you wish, Tommy." We both got entirely naked and wrestled around on top of his comforter. It was heaven. There was so much I wanted to do with him and so much I wanted him to do with me, but I was too afraid to make the first move. I think he knew that. How could he read my mind so easily? He got over me and positioned his big dick right over my face. I wasted no time. I took as much as I could..and a little more. He liked it. He did some push-ups on my face. A poz cock was going in and out of my mouth, but it belonged to a man I loved. "OK. I need you to know that I love having my ass licked. I like it almost as much as I like fucking. Can you do it for me, please?" "Sit down." He plopped his butt on top of my face and sat down hard. I wasn't sure how to go from here. I just stuck my tongue in his hole. Everything was new. I must have done a good job because he moaned and started sliding u and down my face with the heels of his feet dug into the side of my head. Funny how his asshole tasted like mowed grass too. I just wanted to please him. My Andy. He was starting to sweat more. "You've done it now, neighbor. I'm going to have to fuck you." He was reading my mind again. I could breathe again. "Yes. I want this." He was working his dick furiously. "I'll try to make it quick. You're not ready for a long session. Just hold on as best you can." I was talking to him with my mind. Yes, I want you. I want your cum and all the things in it. He lifted my legs up and rested my ankles on his shoulders. It was happening. He pressed that fat head against my ass. I was ready. He got in and I yelled. Loud. It felt like he was breaking me. He put a wide hand over my mouth. It smelled like grass too. He didn't stop, just kept going in harder and deeper. I can't say it felt good, physically. But my mind loved it. He was becoming a part of me now. He knew what I was thinking and quickened his pace. And came. In me. Naked as the day he was born. I held him so tight. So tight. His dirty sperm was now tainting my system. It would be OK. I spent the night in his bed. Cum and blood were everywhere. It was fine. I had unworried dreams. I guess I was in the club now. Now we're a couple. Dating and calling ourselves 'boyfriends'. We are bonded so tightly. I tried to get him to teach me his mind-reading abilities, but he claims it only works on me. I tested HIV+ a few months later. I went on meds and so did Andy. I have no idea what happened to the club. I guess we got each other banned from that group. Gay marriage is legal now and I wanted to propose to him, but of course he beat me to the punch. I'm wearing the ring now as I type this.

I love swallowing sperm, that of other hot men and my own. I always eat my own cum, as I'm a total bottom fag, and I rarely have my penis in another man's mouth, never in another man's asshole, and mostly have other penises in my asshole and mouth. Lots of cum swallowing of my own sperm and of course sucking off other cocks for hot cum. As far as taste, my cum is usually sweet, and very tasty.

absofuckinglutely first of all, it won't hurt if you're both doin it right, second of all big dick just hits different. sure, maybe you don't want to finish every meal with the triple brownie fudge sunday but my god, i feel bad for anyone who's never had one 😜

The biggest HARD monster cock I have seen belonged to the late Joel Taylor of TV show "Storm Chasers". He passed away from a Ecstasy overdose while partying on a gay cruise ship. He was in the closet but liked to "show the beef" on places like Scruff. Guys with a monster should know or learn to open up their partners hole GENTLY with finger massage. One finger, two fingers, until four fingers side by side fit easily, gently massaging the inner opening with lube. The biggest ones will go in easily. I'm sure guys like Joel had to go easy on their partner to avoid damage.

I want my belly bloated it's so full of cum. And I would really like to have a couple black men that can text me anytime and I drop what I'm doing just to run to them for a good feeding. Just text, Hungry? And I'll be on my way 👄

Can say yes to this one item based on the horniness exhibited by our transmen brothers (FTM transgender men). So trans men are formerly women identifying who are now highly dosed on testosterone. In surfing around various trans men sites and hook up places, those dudes are horny versions of cis gender (as born) males but without a large cock and with a bonus 3rd front hole. They (mtf) get really kinky about their sexual identity and gender identifying. So, yes, it's got to be the testosterone effects that contribute...

The following story is a true recollection of events which actually happened 2 weeks ago. If I’m honest, it’s taken a couple of weeks to sort everything out in my head. It was an epic session and it pushed me way beyond what limits I thought I had. To set the scene, it was 2 days after my 44th birthday. I’m a slightly chubby(ish) middle aged bottom, with dreams of being used as a cumdump. I live in a sleepy little town somewhere on continental Europe, where there is no action for miles and miles around me. I’m in a long term relationship with a woman, but we stopped having sex 4 years ago when she hit the menopause. I’m on prep, but given that I’m in a dead bedroom, there’s zero chance of passing anything on to her. I’ve always been bi, and have always found getting fucked by guys way more fun that sex with women. I was visiting friends in London, and a fuck bud hit me up. He knows about my situation, knew it was my birthday, and wanted to know if I fancied a birthday gangbang. Who was I to say no? He’s also the only guy I’ve ever done chems with, having been the first guy to ever offer me G&T. As long as I pulled out my phone every now and again to check MS Teams, work would think I’m online but in meetings, so the next day (Friday), I rocked up to his around lunchtime. He welcomed me into his place, and we went through to the living room to have a drink and a chill before everything started. As I entered the room I was greeted by the site of another slim, hairless guy in just his pants (we’ll call him A) but with a massive bulge in his pants. I could immediately tell that this was going to be a strenuous day for me. A was on the phone arranging some business, but we waved at me to say hi as my friend took me out to the balcony for a smoke. Turns out that A was a dealer and had brought a crap ton of party supplies for us. My mate and I sparked up some cigarettes, and he apologised to me, that somethings had come up, and whilst there would be a procession of guys to dump loads in me, some of them couldn’t get out of work at the same time, so it would be a staggered experience. I was just grateful that my friend had managed to put together anything at all. A finished his call and we went to the sofa. I stripped down to my jock strap and we all sat on the sofa. We all had a shot of G, and then the pipe came out. We started blowing clouds and catching up/got to know each other. I told A that this only my 3rd time on chems, and to be honest whilst it was fun, I never really the experiences that I’ve read about on here. Yeah I was relaxed, and there was a strong desire to get fucked, but it had always been less than I’d expected. My friend hates needles, and had asked that we don’t slam in his flat, but everything else was fair game. A asked if I’d ever had a booty bump, and I said yes, but as my friend is top, and only really smokes it, we didn’t really know what we were doing, and we’re probably far more conservative with the stuff that necessary. A’s eyes lit up and he started smiling. He said that he had to pop out for an hour, but when he got back he’d mix some bumps for me that I should appreciate. A headed out and my friend and I went to the bedroom. He put some porn on and I devoured his 8 inch cock. Turns out he was the smallest cock of the day. We alternated between blowing clouds and then sucking his dick. Eventually he laid me on my back with my legs in the air. I braced myself for the initial pain/discomfort that normally comes when the first dick goes in, only this time he just slipped in. The G&T clearly helped. Over the next hour my mate had me in multiple positions. He really went to town on me and I was loving just being his fuckhole. In the distance I heard the front door open and A calling out that he was back, then my friend asked me if I was ready for my first load of the day. I was on my knees and started squeezing was what left of my anal muscles on his cock as unleashed the contents of his balls into me. We laid back on the bed recovering for a moment, then he handed me the pipe and said he was going to see what A was up to. I just laid on the bed for a while, toking on the pipe and watching porn whilst feeling then cum slowly drip out of me. My mate reappeared carrying a small tray with 3 syringes filled with liquid. The booty bumps had finally appeared. He administered the first one and asked me if I was ready for round 2. We went into the living room to see A back in his pants, and that he’d brought another guy with him (who we shall call B, because I’m imaginative). B was naked and stroking a massive cock which at half mast was already getting on for 9 inches. As it was the only exposed cock, I quickly got on my knees in from of B and started giving him a friendly “hello” blowjob. As his cock grew in my mouth I began to really hope that the chems would kick in soon, as otherwise I was in serious trouble. I sat up on the sofa as we did another round of hellos. It was over an hour since the last G so we did another shot with B. A asked me if I was having fun before pulling his own cock out. It was a thick beast, and I couldn’t help myself. I got on my knees and started sucking it for a good 5 minutes. They then told me to get on my knees on the corner of the L shaped sofa. A and B started pushing their fingers inside me, commenting on how wet I was and that my friend must have shot a huge load in me. A leans over the sofa and puts the pipe in my mouth. B is standing behind me, slapping his dick over my hole. Then he slides himself in. I thought he was going to be gentle after the first couple of strokes, but he then started testing if I could take a pounding of not, alternating between hard and fast, deep strokes, and slower stokes going the full length of his cock. For anybody keeping count of time, it’s about 20/25 minutes since the booty bump. My first proper booty bump with what I later found out was 0.2g of T. A wave just washed over me. A rush that I’d never had before. Concentration on anything other than the cock inside me was impossible. I also began sweating like I was in a sauna. Getting words out was impossible. A and B knew exactly what was going on, as they were watching the physical change in me. I then started pushing my arse back into B’s cock. The harder he fucked, the more I slammed myself into him. I started clenching my ring around his cock, trying to milk it for that creamy goodness. A offered me the pipe, but I was so damn high I began to worry about having had too much. I just buried my head into the cushions and let whatever was going to happen to me take place. B pulled out and A slammed his cock into me. This wasn’t just a forceful entry, this was a full on slam fuck. He was brutal. No mercy, just slamming into my hole as hard and as fast as he could. It didn’t hurt. The small part of my brain that wasn’t high and was just watching me with curiosity was amazed that whilst I was moaning, groaning and begging for more cock, my body was registering the feeling as just an extreme fuck, but it was not painful at all. Or at least, the sensations were not registering the feelings as pain. I do not know how long he was fucking me for. Time was an abstract concept. I do remember that A called out he was going to cum. He pulled out for moments and then slammed it in to the hilt. I just laid there panting and being a generally sloppy mess. He slapped me on my arse and said “don’t worry, I can cum several times”. A pulled out, and was immediately replaced by B who wasn’t going to be outdone by A. This next slam fuck actually left me with a slightly bruised arse. It was insane what he was doing. This isn’t hyperbole, I’ve seen the video they made. I honestly can’t believe that not only was I taking it in my stride, but I was asking for more. Again, after an unknown amount of time B let out a roar and thrust all the way into me. He then pulled out and flopped down on the sofa next to me, still stroking his cock. I just laid there for a moment, panting and trying to make sense of what just happened, but then I leaned over to my left and sucked B clean. I too then flopped down on the sofa (after asking for a towel to catch the cum dripping out of me). A was laughing his head off, asking me how my first “proper” booty bump was. We then all had a bit of a hydration break, smoking cigarettes and chatting. All of a sudden my friend gets a message on his phone. The last 2 guys are on their way. He then showed me a picture of a huge black cock. This was one of the guys on their way. A told me to lift my legs in the air and after fingering my cummy hole for a bit, he pushed the next syringe in and emptied it. I’ll be honest, I was terrified about how I would react to it, but I was also horned up, it passed very quickly. Suddenly, my friend bends me over a stool he has and A quickly slides in. He’s not pounding as hard as before (seeing as it’s been at least an hour now since my last pounding), but it doesn’t take him long to get up to speed. This fuck is just another warm up apparently, and he blows another load inside me working 10 or so minutes (4th load of the day if anybody is counting). B then is right back there again, and he’s still in punishment fuck mode. The T hits hard again, and B blows his load once more. Making good on his promise, A calls out “me again” and dives in. I’m moaning like a bitch, and I’m sweating so much the fabric cover on the stool is soaked. Despite my focus on the cock inside me, I look up at some point to see 2 mountains of black men, naked and both stroking cocks that would normally scare the crap out of me. A blows a load again and the black guys start feeling the cum in my hole as I clean A’s cock. My friend asks if we should move to the bedroom. At this point I’m so spun I just do as I’m told. A and B both say goodbye as they have to go. And I’m then just roughly thrown on the bed and told to get on my knees. At this point, things are becoming a bit of a blur. I couldn’t tell you exactly what order things happened in, but I do know that the next hour or 2 included DP, several loads and one more booty bump. I was asked to put on a mask at one point, and it turns out that half of the fuck with the two bbcs was streamed on a Zoom room (hence the mask). At the end of it, I remember that we all went into the living room and had some food delivered. I was still coming down but I was at least making sense by then. It was remarked upon just how much of a cummy mess I was. All in all, I apparently got 11 loads that evening. I left around midnight, and got an Uber back to where I was staying. The next day was spent with the Godson and his family, trying my very best to hide just how hard the cum down was. Around lunchtime, I got a text from my friend, asking if I would potentially be up for it again that evening. I was….. however that will be another story

I love this story because I feel it is describing how might soon be, I always considered myself straight and only dated women. When I first saw the Crying Game I was disgusted by the reveal. A few years later I found myself walking daily to and from my office through the tenderloin in San Francisco. I walked past the Motherlode every day and started noticing the tranny hookers that hung out on the street. I would crcoss the street to avoid interacting with them. I soon started to notice how pretty they actually were. They would tease me and I got to know a few. Within months I was going regularly to the Motherlode bar to have a few beers and kick back and watch the hot gurls. It didn't take long before I was browsing "shemale" porn on the internet and then hooking up with gurls and hookers from Divas the tranny club that replaced the Motherlode. At first I was ashamed and did not want to cheat on my wife but the allure and the my lust was too strong. One of the gurls introduced me to Tina and that took my experience to 11. Soon I was less interested in gurls on hormones because they could not get as hard and rarely wanted to top. I started seeking out those young fit feminine boy types. The more I PnP'd the more I discovered what I truly crave. I was now firmly addicted to hot femboys but wanted them to fuck me while feeding me clouds. My fantasy is some day they won't even need to be fem, but I'm not there yet. There is nothing that gets me off more than blowing clouds and being fucked by a pretty athletic boy in a wig. Give me time and like Justin, I'll be begging every hard cock to fuck me and loving it. And yes, she definitely does not need to know.

I am a married man that toys his ass until it is gaping open when no one is around. I just took a big from a guy I met off here and he literally used me for almost 24 hours “with sleep”, but literally he just fucked me all day with it on tape. We didn’t really talk. We just drank, smoked weed and fucked 8-9 loads into me. I finally did it and I’m craving more dick before my 4 days alone are gone.

Got about 7" of thick cut Daddy cock for you.

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

Ok all you nasty sick fags, got inspired for another chapter. Hope to keep it going sooner! Enjoy and please leave your comments! And for the record, yes, I cannot wait to make this story a reality! DIRTY LOVE Bliss takes over and I feel myself slide down to the dirty wet floor, falling in front of the toxic top that just came in me. Instinctually I suck the dick clean. Kneeling next to Nic as he does the same. Breathing heavy, I kind of lose track of my bearings for a minute, but Nic snaps me back to reality when his hand touches my shoulder. Pulling me to my feet. He looks at me with a serious face. Not frowning. Not smiling. Just serious. Nic – Follow me. Nic turns and heads back toward the bathroom. I follow him closely. Nic walks to the back of the bathroom and pushes into the stall. I step inside with him. Nic – I need to talk to you. I nod. Nic – I really like you, but you need to know a few things. Me – I like you too. Nic – Yah, but do you know what we both just did? I nod. Nic – I like you, but I don’t care about your sexual wellbeing or health. I just want to have fun. Me – Okay? Nic – Braden, I will never stop someone from fucking you, no matter what. I will never judge you for anything you do, but I basically think that any guy has the right to fuck and use both of us. I love seeing nasty, sick, dirty, fucked up bastards fuck you. It like really makes me hard! I just start to smile. Both of us standing close, face to face. I kiss Nic, hard. Our lips lock. I pull off for a minute. Me – You like seeing me get fucked up, used, and pumped full of nasty, dirty, toxic cum? Nic – Mmmmm fucking god yes! Nic kisses me hard, biting my lip. I moan into his mouth, pressing in, not pulling away as he bites down. I grab his body and slam him hard into the wall. Animalistic lust taking over. His hands scratching down my body as he shoves two fingers into my cummy hole. Nic breaks the kiss and shoves me down on the ground. He spits in my face. Nic – You’re fucking trash, Braden! Just a couple holes to use! I moan and nod at him as he kneels down on the dirty wet floor. Toilet paper, beer bottles, a needle, and trash all over. Piss staining the toilet, right next to my head. Nic – This is the only way I could ever make love to someone. Me – You’re so fucked up! We grin….I lift my legs as Nic pulls them onto his shoulders. His cock pulled out of his jock. Me – Make love to me, Nic! I want you inside my, please. Slide your raw dick into my guts! Nic grins at me as he pushes his cock head just into my hole. It easily enters. We lock eyes as we both let out a beautiful moan, welcoming each other together without any barriers or secrets. Nic – I wanna be poz with you babe! Me – I know… I do too! Nic – Fuck yes! Me – No meds ever! Nic – Ohhhhh you fucking filthy pig! God damn I love you! Nic starts to pump my ass. His cock churning the toxic dirty cum that was just pumped into my ass, along with so many other loads. His cock is coated in cum as our bodies glue together next to the dirty toilet. I pull him down closer to me as we look into each other’s eyes, sweat dripping from Nic’s face onto mine. Nic – My god your ass feels amazing! Me – Your cock is fucking heaven! I want you fucking me for the rest of my life! Nic – As long as I’m not the only one using your ass! Be the fucking little bitch faggot you were born to be! Me – Live fast. Nic – Die young. Me – Yeah, fuck me you sick fucker!!! Nic speeds up. Nic – FUCKKKK YES! Braden, take my fucking dirty load you beautiful sick fuck! We both moan out as Nic’s body jerks and convulses. His cock is throbbing deep in my ass. I feel him like I’ve never felt anyone cum in me before. My legs slide down to the side and Nic collapses on top of me. Holding each other on the floor together. Nic – Thank you, Braden. I’ve been looking all over for you. Me – You found me.

I always find stories much hotter when the author is writing to his own taste, rather than the audience's. If the author isn't into something themselves, it shows in the writing. There's been a couple of stories I've seen go downhill fast when the writer started incorporating suggestions. Different story if the suggestions align with the author's interests though. That can be hot. So, I'd say keep going with what turns you on because it's obviously resonating.

I like going from mouth to ass and back to mouth again. Sometimes multiple times during the same fuck.

We were seeing each other. I met him at a coffee shop and we went back to his place to hang out. We got naked but nothing really happened. He asked me to come over after work as he wanted to make dinner saying I could spend the night if I wanted. I quickly accepted. This guy was a god: 6’ 2", 190 pounds, salt and pepper hair, and a great kisser. He told me when I came over that the door would be unlocked, as he wouldn't hear the doorbell. I went home, showered, grabbed a couple of things and off I went. I arrived at his house, opened the door and found the apartment dark. I entered the apartment, closed the door and called out his name. I heard him say, "I'm in the living room." I took off my coat, locked the door and walked towards the living room. The apartment was dark except for some candles burning. I entered the living room and I saw him sitting there in a robe. One of his legs was exposed, but the robe covered his crotch and his other leg. He looked at me and said “you’re late.” I apologized saying I had been delayed as the roads were very icy. He then ordered me to strip, so I did so, and quickly enough was completely naked. He then told me to get on my knees and kiss his body. I start to do so and he grabs my head with one hand, simultaneously shoving a bottle of poppers under my nose saying "take a deep breath." I complied, taking a deep hit. The poppers were apparently quite potent as I they hit me suddenly and I almost fell over. He then pulled aside his robe saying simply "Suck my cock. His cock was about 8 inches, thick, straight, and perfect. He had lots of pre-cum so I licked and sucked him with pleasure. He grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my throat. I took it all the way to the base, but he pulled-out saying "I'm about to cum, but I'm saving it for your ass." He then ordered me into his bedroom. I followed him in and he told to get on my back and on the edge of the bed, and to position my legs in the air. He reached into a nightstand drawer for a condom, rooted around a bit, and then said "Damn, I'm out of them." I lowered my legs down saying I didn't have any either. He chuckled and said "Oh well, bareback it is." He spat in his hand, and lubed his cock, telling me to sit up and take some hits off the poppers - which I did. I fell back on the bed with anticipation. He then approached me, lifted my legs, positioning my feet on his chest. He then aligned himself just right, and with a single thrust, rammed cock deep in my hole - in one shot. I moaned loudly from the pain, to which he merely snarled "No noise" and then spat into my mouth. He proceeded to fuck me harder and harder, soon saying "Where do you want it boy?" I replied "Please pull out" but his reply was a blunt "Fuck no" as he blew his load deep in my hole. He pulled out his cock and shoved a few fingers in my hole. It hurt worse than his cock while he had been plowing me. He chuckled "Oh yeah, lots of tainted cum in there." I looked at him and said "What do you mean?" "I'm poz, boy. You never asked so I thought you were cool." I freaked and made to pull away but he had a good hold on me and asked "Where do you think you're going, boy?" I wanted to get to the bathroom and try and clean out my hole, but he wouldn't let me. He looked at me and said "Boy, welcome to the family. Take another hit from the bottle, boy." He pulled out his finger and showed me them saying "Look - blood and cum all mixed up. My babies are in your bloodstream now. Now I own you." His cock was rock hard again and he plowed back into me, dropping another poz load. We fucked all night. I took four loads that night, his personal best. I just resigned myself to becoming poz, and in fact, I tested poz a month or so later. To celebrate he took me to a poz party and had all his buds fuck the hell out of me and give me different strains. To be honest, at that point I didn't care and loved getting fucked hard and bare, just like the pig I am.

It was my birthday, and I decided to go out to one of the local bars with some friends. It's one of those places that attracts bears, older jocks, and their admirers. Over the course of a few hours I got a few drinks in me (at least the ones I remember!), and before too long I'm buzzing pretty good. One of my buddies (I won't name him, but he's a very handsome, bearded, muscular, and naturally dominant man) keeps introducing me to these guys, seemingly at random. They don't have much in common except for a few things: they're all pretty handsome, all scruffy & masculine, and they all walk away with a wink and a smile, or a "you're gonna have fun tonight". Now any sane (and sober) person would probably catch on to a pattern here, maybe scratch their head, but I was buzzed, and hey, it's my birthday! Its around midnight by the time we leave the bar, and it's emptying out. As I'm sure y'all know, the bears aren't a late-night crowd! So by the time we leave the bar, I'm pretty tipsy, smiling from ear to ear, and gettin a little horny. My buddy is next to me, handing me a bottle of water and walking me down street. We pass my car... and I ask "where are we going?" "I got you a hotel room... I know you're a lightweight, and I didn't want you to have to drive," he says. I remember giving him a big hug... how sweet is that?! "Besides, I have a little something for you." We get to the hotel, he takes me up to the room, and gets me on the bed. It's a suite actually... with a separate bedroom. I don't remember how long I laid there on the bed... I was busy trying to figure out how to keep the room from spinning. My buddy was kind enough to turn down the lights, and I just lie there face-down cuddling a pillow. I heard the door open and close a few times... and there's whispered voices. I slowly got up, and realized that I'm VERY buzzed... and feeling good too! My buddy comes over to me orders back on the bed, face down. I immediately comply... partly because he's someone you don't want to disobey, but mostly because I enjoy pleasing him. He climbs on top of me and slowly massages my back with some kind of lotion. His hands work their way down to my ass, and when I suddenly feel his beard against my ass, I shiver with pleasure. He probes me with his tongue, slowly digging into my ass, deeper and deeper. I remember feeling like I'm in heaven... my whole body is tingling. I hear myself whisper his name, moaning, encouraging him to dig as deep as he can with his tongue. It's so easy to just lay there face down, and enjoy this bearded man working my ass over, opening me up with his tongue. What seems like a few years later he asks, "You ready for some fun boy?" "Yes Sir" I whisper. He's switching to his natural dominant side, I know the signs by heart, and I'm right there with him. I feel his cock sliding along my ass, teasing my hole. I'm very familiar with his cock... average length, and very thick... and he knows how to use it. He work his hands up along my back, all while he's probing my ass with his cock. He has his hands around the back of my neck now, gripping me tight. I don't remember him putting on a condom, but I can't be sure. The head of his cock is pressing against my hole... that gentle but firm pressure is making me squirm. "You ready for your birthday gift boy?" "Yes Sir" I whisper. "I didn't hear you boy! Tell me what you want!" I hesitate. Through the buzzing in my head, I remember my buddy is poz. I've taken lots of loads from men before, but never from my buddy. Sure, we've played around, but he's never fucked me raw. He'd always put on a condom and said something like "I don't wanna hurt you", or "you're not ready for that". I've fantasized about feeling his thick raw cock inside me. But I've always been conflicted... he knows I hate having to worry about contracting hiv, and he knows I want to be free from the worry. But this time I hesitate, because this time could be the one that changes my life. A second later, I surrender to the inevitable. "I want you to use me Sir." I whisper. "You're gonna have to do better than that, boy," he chides. "I want you to breed me Sir!" I yell. And I do want it I realize... with all my heart I want him to take me. And I get my wish... his hands tighten on my neck, hard. He slowly slides his cock into my ass... there's no stopping him. He's strong and he's got me pinned in place. But I wouldn't stop him even if I could... I open up for him, welcoming his thick meat into me. It seems like forever of bliss goes by before I feel his balls pressed against my ass. He's all the way in, and his cock head is pressed against my inner wall... a perfect fit. "I'm going to enjoy this boy," he whispers in my ear. "I've wanted this for a long time." And that's when pulls out, and slams his cock back into me... hard! I cry out! I remember seeing white... even through the alcohol-haze I still feel the pain. He slams his cock into me again, and again... each time there's blinding pain, and each time I cry out. A few more thrusts, and I'm starting to feel a little numb inside. The pain is still there, throbbing, but not sharp like at first. I've never had someone intentionally try to hurt me. I felt tears running down my cheek, onto the pillow. "There we go... I'm sorry boy, but I had to hurt you a little." "huh?" I whimper. "Just relax now... it'll be done soon." And then he begins stroking his cock in my ass. He goes right into the rhythmic fucking he always does when he's focused on gettin' off. No foreplay this time, no edging his cock. I feel his breath against my neck, his strong hands holding me down while he slowly but firmly drills me from behind. I feel his cock grow uncomfortably hard inside me... the head swells, and his breathing quickens. His cock is swollen and so thick... he's spread me open farther than I ever thought possible. "Tell me you want my gift boy." I hesitate again. "TELL ME YOU WANT IT!" he orders. "I want your gift, Sir". He immediately thrusts himself into me as far as he can... the head of his cock is pressing hard against my inner wall. It hurts, but I keep from crying out. He holds perfectly still for a moment... I hold my breath. There's no breathing, no sound, just the feel of my heart thrashing in my chest. And that's when it happened. At that moment, when I felt his thick cock pulsing inside me, forcing his toxic seed into me, the stinging sensation as his sperm mingled with my bruised and torn hole... I knew my life had changed. He held his cock in me for a while longer, making sure every last drop of his gift was delivered. I felt his cock throb a few more times, the stinging sensation slowly faded. He kissed the back of my neck tenderly, got off me. and knelt next beside the bed, near my head. "I know you've wanted this for a while now, but didn't have the courage to ask for it," He whispers to me as he gently caresses my face. "Now you can be who you were meant to be. A cock hungry, cum-dump... no worries, no guilt." I remember him smiling at me. It wasn't a sinister thing, or mocking. It was the smile of someone who knew that he'd just helped a friend. "Thank you Sir" I smiled back. "And now," he said as he reached into a bag he'd left by the bed, and pulled out his wrist restraints. "We need to make sure the deed is done. You're going to be my bitch tonight. I told my buddies at the bar what was in store for you tonight. They all knew that you were going to leave the bar an innocent neg boy, and come back a pozzed bottom pig. Some of them are here right now actually... they've been watching your conversion. And now they're going to make sure it takes." I craned my head around, and saw the shadow of a few men standing around the bed. How could I have missed them? I see their silhouettes, the long, hard cocks waiting to breed. I swear I could see pre-cum dripping from one of those cocks, and I think I recognized a couple of them from the bar. I looked back at my buddy... and that's when his smile slowly turned from friendly to wicked.

Because pleasing a man and feeling his cock and cum inside my pussy feels SOOO good.

I was just putting Jake's phone down when another message came in. "Full blown guy here. Need to dump my load." There were some pics of a wasted guy with a few tats, he looked to be in his 50s. His cock was a good size and nicely proportioned. I messaged back: "pretty wasted here but ur welcome to use my hole. will leave door on latch. Address is...." I rolled Jake over onto his front and awaited the arrival of the new guy, which took less than ten minutes. I was in Jake's kitchen when he came in and I heard him head straight for the bedroom. I heard some noises...a belt been loosened..some spit being hawked...a few small grunts and then a nice steady slapping sound - the guy's balls on Jake's own nutsack. I opened and closed the front door to make as if I was another new arrival and then went into the room to observe the fun. New guy turned his head at my arrival but didn't miss a stroke. he was taking long, easy plunges in and out, squelching in and out of what was left of the kid's chute. "You know this kid?" he asked. I nodded. "he neg?" "he was" I responded. "he's had a poz load or two in him though" "I'm full blown" he said (I know, i thought) "but he asked for it, must really want the bug" "I reckon" I responded. The guy now had his fingers alongside his cock, sliding two or three in on each in-stroke and Jake's hole was not even coming close to closing up as he pulled out, there was no strength left in it. The new guy spent a little time with just his hand but in no time at all, his whole slender hand was inside Jake. I heard the kid gasp from his half comatose state as his pussy accepted the forearm of this beautiful man. "Fuck, it's nice in here" he stated as he went deeper and explored Jakey, wanking himself in his other hand. Pretty soon though, his cock head was back at Jake's entrance, sliding inside along with his hand. From there, the wanking continued, only this time inside Jake. "feels so good. warm, lubed, my fingers scratching at his guts, getting him ready.This is the killer seed kid...this is gonna knock you up. my thick veiny cock is gonna fire off my beautiful babies straight into your prepped body. You are going to absorb me, incubate me and in return my DNA is gonna destroy yours...2 His words were getting incoherent now and I knew the moment was close. I stood close behind him and watched him slam his hips forward, deep, hold there and then I saw his cock muscle squeeze and pulse. On this thin guy it was so easy to see the pulses under his skin, between his balls and arse, as he pumped himself endlessly into Jake....

As Jake grew still, Nathan realised that most of the fun he could have in the boy's throat was over so he pulled out. It was like watching a snake leave the nest of some small animal that it had just gorged itself on, time slowing down and the hole process seemed to take tens of seconds. My cock was rock hard as I watched Nathan spin Jake round, keeping him on his back but angling his cunt to his end of the bed. Hitching his feet over his shoulders, Nathan rubbed his wet cock head against Jake's puffy ass lips and they did their natural trick of parting around him, pushing out to envelop his glans without any conscious effort from Jake who was still pretty much out of it. At this point, I noted the contrast between Nathans manhood and Jake's shrivelled excuse for a cock. The mass of Nathan was many times that of the little runt's and I'm almost sure that Nathan's leaking piss slit could have swallowed Jake's clit. Nathan savoured that kiss from Jake's pussy for a few seconds before sliding his hips forward and pushing a slick 8 inches straight into his chute. Such was the kid's small size that 8'' meant Nathan had slid straight through his inner ring without much resistance, however his advance had been abruptly stopped by the contours of Jake's insides which were resisting Nathan and giving the big man a certain amount of pleasure as they did so. His foot-long horse cock has a noticeable upwards curve to it and I figured that this must be contributing to the difficulties he was having in getting inside the kids guts which maybe sloped in a different direction. The fact that he was the first man in that deep obviously wasn't helping and the pain had been enough to bring Jake around, who was now groaning and staring up at the beautiful man on top of him. Nathan noticed that his fuck toy was awake. "Gonna let my big cock into you boy?" Jake whimpered in response as Nathan began short stabs with his cock, battering at the resistance. "let me in...gonna punch my way inside you" I'm sure Jake would have let him in if he could but he wasn't in control of his insides so Nathan kept punching away, occasionally mixing in long, slow thrusts. I was stroking myself, watching this non-assuming guy destroy my little toy, fuck knows what he was doing to his insides...whatever it was, minutes later I saw Nathan almost lose his footing as Jake suddenly gave way and he found himself deep inside. Such was the big man's depth that Jake's gaping lips had partially swallowed one of his balls though that was now freed as Nathan steadied himself. The kid's mouth was gasping like a goldfish out of its bowl but his screams were silent. "Fuck yeah, kid. I'm deep in your womb now, made my own shortcut, perfect place to drop my black babies in you". Nathan tried his first out stroke from his new, full-depth position and clearly experienced a bit of resistance which caused the kid to shudder and him to smile. As he pushed back in, he looked at me, and said "better not have this guy's baby in you, slut boy, because my seed is gonna knock you up. This is the purest, black batter and it always takes" Jake was now pretty much silent, drifting in and out a little and Nathan gave him a little slap occasionally when he wanted to remind him what he was doing to him. After five minutes or so, he was clearly in an easy rhythm and any real resistance inside Jake had disappeared. He gestured me over, using his eyes to to point me at Jake's skinny little tummy. I looked and could clearly see the end of Nathan's length outlined inside the kid's stomach area. As he moved out the outline disappeared but when fully in, I could see about half of his shaft. He held it still and then flexed. Jake's skin rippled as each flex brought the cock to the surface of the kid. I reached out, caressing Nathan's cock, feeling his hardness inside my boy; it felt amazing. Nathan loved the attention and the feeling and continued to massage himself inside Jake. I climbed astride the kid, shoving my manhole over his face which, even now, resulted in Jake's reflex response of eating out my raunchy hole. I was able to sit squarely over him and reach down the short length of his body to run my tongue over the moving predator that was feeding inside his stomach. We kept this up for at least twenty minutes, enjoying the destruction of the boy under us but, eventually, Nathan began pushing slightly harder and at a slightly different angle, rousing Jake and increasing his pleasure. I knew he must be close and sat back full weight on Jake, to enjoy the show. He was really stabbing into his target now and it looked like his cock head was pressing the flesh even harder and thinner. " Gonna dump my killer strain right n you kid. Gonna poz up your worthless, ruined guts with my killer babies". His words changed to grunts as I felt Jake hyperventilating under my sweaty hairy hole at the same time that his soft little clit dripped a small load of sickly looking cum (the first I'd seen from him since I crushed his balls) and I swear I actually saw the outline of Nathan's cock pulse inside Jake's ruined body

I was still fully hard in his guts but humping in and out more gently now, gliding through a heady mix of my seed and Jake's cunt juices. I told Jake how my DNA was rushing into his blood stream, seeking out his cells and overpowering them with ease. "You're eating me alive?!!!" "Kinda, kid". "Did you always plan this?" "Yeh. I do it a lot" "oh" "but you are different, I've built up to this and I want to keep breeding you" "Is there anything I can do?" "There's meds, like what you used to take, but I doubt they'd do much for you" "oh". "I think you want this, to be my prey" I fucked him as deep and gentle as I could, relishing his little body under me. I felt his ruined ass twitch and guessed his clit was getting hard under him. Finally, some minutes later, he answered "yes, I want it. I need you to use me, I wanna be your prey" "good boy, you've found your purpose" "but, please, don't leave me" "I won't" Hearing his mind submit to me after so easily dominating his puny body was a major turn on. I rolled us over so that Jake was sprawled on me, my cock lodged in his guts. I could see his hard little cock, which was dripping his milky pre. "I'm close to cumming Jake. Close to dumping a lethal load in you. You can get off me if you want. Drag your maggot body off me, feel my bull cock slide out of you" I felt him tense up, beginning to sit up, survival instinct kicking in maybe? He lifted himself off me a little, dragging me through his shredded insides. Fuck that! I pushed him back down, hand on his shoulder, and scooted my thighs up, wrapping them round his, immobilising him. "no way baby, you are my cum dump now". He was pinned back down on me now. He whimpered as I used his body to milk my cock, pulling it up and down me with my thighs. "Ripping you up, fag, planting my babies". His cocklet was rock hard and I felt a trickle of juice as he climaxed in my tight grip, relishing his role as a sacrificial flesh light and I was soon pumping another load of toxic scum into his recently pure and clearly very fertile guts.

Part 6 "Fuck!" Both of us said it at the same time. Mine was more a scream of pain. He warned me about the burning before he gave me that booty bump but this felt like a pain that started at my hole and then spread everywhere. I could feel my whole body buckle and if he hadn't grabbed my hips at the moment he popped inside me I don't know what would have happened. His "Fuck" sounded more like pleasure. More like "Fuuuuuuck". My eyes were closed tight as I tried to work through the pain. I thought about getting off him and stopping entirely. He read my mind. "You're good son. It's ok. Just hold where you are. I got you. I won't let you take anymore until you say youre ready ok? Open your eyes. Look at me." I was breathing short breaths. The pain was still so sharp. I opened my eyes but I didn't want him to see me cry. He was smiling again. "I know it hurts. We're going to take it slow. Try to take deep breaths and give it a minute." He was being so gentle with me. I know he wanted it to feel good to me but there was no way this thick cock wasn't going to be painful for my virgin hole. I tried to take deep breaths and he could see I was getting calmer. The pain was becoming dull. He took one hand off my hips and reached into his cloth bag. It was small but it seemed to have so much inside it. He pulled out a small bottle. "I want you to try something that will help. They're called poppers. You sniff them. I'll show you." It was a new bottle so he looked at me and asked if he could take both hands off. I was feeling secure with my hands and a lot of my weight resting on his shoulders still hovering over him with just the head of his cock inside me. He broke the seal and unscrewed the cap. The chemical smell hit me immediately. It did not strike me as a pleasant smell. He put the bottle up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He put the cap back and closed his eyes for a second before he exhaled and opened his eyes. "See that? Easy right?" He was going flush. His face turning red quickly. "Dad are you ok? You're getting red. Is that normal?" "Yes son. It means it's working. Ready to try? It will make it easier to take more of me. I took one hit but I want you to take two. I'll put it up to one nostril and then the other and I want you to breathe in as deep as possible. Then after the second nostril I want you to hold your breath as long as you can. Ok?" I nodded but all of the instructions were hard to follow with the drugs already in my system and a thick cock head inside me. He unscrewed the cap again and pressed the bottle against my right nostril and pushed my left nostril closed. "Really deep son." I tried to do what I saw him do but the chemical smell stung hard and I pulled away coughing. It seemed to be a pattern. "Sorry. It stings." Even though I didn't do what he told me to, I felt a rush and warmth that felt...good. "Youre good son. First times are always the hardest. Let's try the other nostril. This time try to hold it ok?" I nodded and he pushed the bottle up to my left nostril and held my right nostril closed. I inhaled deep again knowing to expect the chemical smell this time. I kept inhaling longer then he did for his hit. "Damn son. That swimming gave you great lung capacity. Ok now hold it in as long as you can. Even when you want to let it go, hold it for just a little longer ok?" I nodded. He put the cap back on and set the bottle aside. The warmth I felt with the first hit was much stronger this time and I was being hit by a wave of pleasure. I don't know how long I held my breath but the longer I did the better it felt. "Good boy! It's hitting you isn't it? Hold it just a little longer....a little longer...a little longer...You wanna let it go?" I was feeling like I was gonna burst. I was nodding fast. He quickly placed a hand over my mouth and nose. My eyes shot open in panic. "I got you son. Just a little longer. You got this. You're a swimmer. Show me what you got son." Slowly he pulled his hand away and I exhaled like I had been underwater for an entire 500 race. But the wave of warmth I felt when I was holding my breath turned out to be nothing compared to this. My whole body melted my head fell back and without his hands on my hips I started sinking down on his cock slowly. This time both of us moaned. I could feel him stretching me from the inside. The pain was still dull but it never got worse. There was something else now. It wasn't even pleasure. It was like a realization. Like I didn't know that I had spent my life partly empty until that space was being filled. "Oh my god dad. Your....your....cock is so....thick." He moaned. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. I stopped myself from sinking further. I wasnt sitting in his lap. I couldnt believe there was more. I needed a break. He opened his eyes. "You're almost there son. You're doing great. How does it feel?" I struggled to find a word. "Good dad." "Just good? Because it feels amazing inside you son. Youre so tight and warm around your dads cock." Hearing that got me so worked up. I dont know how but almost as a reflex to hearing those words I squeezed my hole around his cock. He moaned loud and long and his eyes rolled back. It was so hot to see the pleasure I was giving this man. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could. And that was enough to make me decide to just hope that the worst was behind me and I sat all the way down taking the rest of his cock inside me. His moan went from loud to completely silent like he was screaming but nothing was coming out. His eyes opened the way mine did when he forced me to hold my breath and he looked at me in shock. The pain was sharp. I couldn't believe how deep he was inside me. My eyes watered and a couple tears were falling down my cheeks. He brought his hands to my face and wiped the tears with his thumbs. "We're just going to sit here so you can get used to me inside you son. This is what we both needed. Look at me. Your dad's raw cock is inside you son." I moaned and my hole squeezed on his cock again. He pulled me into him and kissed me. We put our arms around each other his grip tight as he moaned into my mouth. We made out for what felt like the longest we had to that point just exploring each others mouths and tongues pushing further into the other. He pulled me away to break the kiss. "You are so beautiful son. Perfectly smooth like a good boy should be and so tight around my fat bare cock. You know I havent cum in a couple weeks. When you told me your birthday I decided I would hold a load so that the first load that shoots into you is so big that you never forget it." Talking about cumming in me brought me a little out of the haze and made me a little nervous again. This wasn't safe. But that's all I wanted from this man. I wanted to feel a man shooting his seed into me deep. Either I show everything on my face or he can read minds. I think he could detect that my mood was beginning to change. He grabbed the pipe and torch. "How about a couple hits?" I nodded. I was nervous but I didn't want to stop what was happening. If the hits could cloud it again then I was going to do them. He gave me three hits before he took one. For good measure he gave me one more after his one. I was flying high again as the clouds hit me hard. "Ok we're going to do something now. We're going to stay in this position. I'm going to teach you a couple things that will make every top fall in love with you." At the moment there was only this man who I wanted to fall in love with me. I would do anything he told me to. "Eventually you'll learn how to bounce up and down on a cock but you just feel so good that I don't want you pulling off me even an inch. You're gonna grind into me and you're gonna find a spot inside you that is gonna make you cum." I looked down at my cock. It was still just semi-hard. There was no way he was gonna make me cum with my cock only half hard. He pushed my chest back so I was leaning back. He kept pushing until I had to use my arms to brace myself behind me. "That's good son. Now just make slow small circular motions with your hips with my entire cock inside you." I began trying to do what he said while being sure not to pull away from the feeling of the hair of his crotch brushing against me. Dad was using his hands to rub my chest my abs my legs and then used one hand to stroke my cock as he rubbed my body. Not even a minute of doing this he said "Let's do another hit of poppers. I think it will help and I also want to see how they mix with the T for you." I pulled myself back upright and in that motion his cock hit something inside me that caused me to shiver and moan. "There you go son. I think we found it. Let's do these hits and get you feeling even better. He gave me two hits letting me take a quick breath after the first but making me hold the second one. Before he took his hits he said "I'm going to take my hit now and I'm going to hold it in too. I don't want you to let go of yours until I let go of mine. Ok son?" I nodded but I was already starting to feel like I was going to need to breathe out soon. The warmth was working its way into me like a wave and I was trying to hold on. Dad took his hit and held it. He closed the bottle and put one hand on the back of my head. He pulled me in so we were forehead to forehead both holding our breaths. Finally he nodded and we both exhaled. What I felt was incredible. It was so much more intense than the first time. He pulled me into a kiss and we were both animals. But he shortened this kiss and pushed my chest back again. He put one hand behind my back to steady me. I knew what he was doing. "We're gonna find that spot again son. I want you to feel even better. Go ahead and try that motion again." I started making circles with my hips again still riding the wave. And then it hit. I actually screeched. Dad held me in that position. He was like a surgeon with incredible precision. One hand on my abs and the other on my back he held me at an angle that was not as far back as before but not upright. We sat still for a moment and he looked deep into me. I could barely focus I was so high. "Are you ready son?" I didn't really know what he was talking about but I nodded anyway. "Clench your hole for me son." He closed his eyes and moaned through his smile as I held his cock tighter inside me. "Try to match my rhythm with that move ok son?" Rhythm? I had no idea what he was talking about. We weren't moving. And then suddenly I felt his body buck slightly and inside me his cock pressed against that spot again making me shiver and sending my head back behind me. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And then over and over until I was screaming out. "Fuck...dad... your... cock....oh...my....god." So this is what it meant to be fucked. This is what it meant when all those guys in the videos who were getting fucked moaned like crazy. I was seeing stars in my drug and poppers fueled high on top of this feeling of his huge thick cock stretching me and introducing me to a pleasure I never wanted to lose. "Don't....stop...dad...please...." He started moaning too as I clenched down on his cock over and over. "Son fuck yes. You love your dads raw cock inside you dont you? This thick cock is going to breed you so deep with a two week load of ropes and ropes of thick dad cum. You want that son? You want your dad's load to breed you son?" I didn't say anything in response. Something was bubbling in me. The tingling that I had been feeling since those first hits were suddenly turning into something else and I was starting to shake uncontrollably moaning and gasping for breath at the same time and even though I hadnt been touching my only half hard cock I could feel this wave of pleasure make its way to my balls and through my cock as I came like never before. Dad pulled me against his chest as I was still shaking and with his mouth at my ear said "I'm cumming son. Oh fuuuu......" I could tell that he was moaning that silent moan again. His body against mine was shaking bucking over and over and after at least 10 spasms he moaned deep and long. The spasms kept coming but there was a longer period between them. He held me tight against him and when he thought they were over he pulled me back and kissed me. He bucked a couple more times and said "Oh fuck I'm still cumming. Oh...m--" I put my tongue in his mouth. If each time he bucked into me was a shot he must have cum almost 20 ropes into me. Our kiss got slowly and more sensual as our breathing steadied. I pulled back this time. I had shot a massive load. There was cum all over our chests. "How are you feeling son?" I didn't know what to say. I felt amazing like everything in my life had changed. I put my head on his shoulder. "Dad. That was incredible." I could hear him chuckle. He was still inside me and I could feel that he was still hard. "That was just the beginning son. I have an idea. How do you feel about calling home and telling your folks youre staying over your friends place tonight?"

In the last two weeks I have had two guys breed me three times. The first was a more extended scene, at this guys place over the course of a couple of hours, where I just kept sucking him back to hardness after each fuck. The second was at Steamworks in my room and more like a single extended fuck where he came in my ass three times over the course of about a half an hour. By the third load, there isn't a ton of cum, but its still a fantastic feeling.

PART TWO What was Daryl supposed to do next? He tried to stop thinking of Brian, but the sexual attraction was constantly there. Peter was a good guy; Daryl liked him and did not want to hurt him. The first few times he'd called Brian, he felt guilty. He and Brian would talk over the phone, after work, or when Peter was out, and both would find pleasure in these nightly chats. Not only intellectual pleasure, but also a hot jack off session foreshadowing the fun they would have again and again. Without Peter. Daryl had been negative all his life. He desperately wanted it to stay that way. He got scared merely thinking about HIV. It made his heart beat and his adrenaline rush. But when he was with Brian, he stopped caring. He cold no longer help himself from becoming a whore or his bottom bitch. Even cheating on Peter had turned him on. He could no longer think rationally. Peter had continued plowing Daryl's ass before bed time, but Daryl just could not get off. No matter what - it seemed the chemistry just was not there. Unlike when the sexy Brian had been inside him. And now that Peter was away on business for a few days, Daryl sat wondering if he had made the wrong decision to invite Brian over. A "date" consisting of a few beers and a movie, he had explained. But he knew they would fuck. So Brian came over and, after some chit chat and a few beers, they started kissing. Brian wanted to put his thick cock inside Daryl again. And Daryl was horny for it, too. Brian asked him if he loved his partner, but Daryl could not bring himself to say yes. Again, he explained that Peter was a nice guy. "So you prefer a real man who knows how to fuck you and make you moan and roll your eyes. I'll do just that for you. And more." That as basically the reason why Daryl got on his hands and knees and let the top penetrate him. And, like the first time, Brian started to bang Daryl's tight hole. Slowly at first, but faster and faster by the second. Only this time, there was no need to rush. He watched and drooled as he admired Brian's reflection in the mirror. The stud was holding his ass and fucking it hard and deep. "Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me Peter means enough to you and I will stop," Brian proposed. But Daryl said nothing. The choice was made. He loved Brian. When Peter called to wish Daryl a good night, Brian did not stop fucking. Brian enjoyed watching Daryl pretend to be groggy and taking from a nap as his cock invaded Daryl's pussy. Peter's former partner. He whispered to Brian that he was getting close. Daryl didn't know how to respond. He knew he wanted to be with Brian, but he couldn't just end things with Peter like this. Sensing Daryl needed help, Brian leaned in and whispered in his ear: "When you tell him that you love him, I won't hesitate. Ill fuck you fast and furious. I'll make you beg for my cum. Then I'll breed you." Daryl felt a wave of desire wash over him. The conversation between him and his boyfriend (or was it former boyfriend now?) was winding down toward the traditional evening greeting. "Anyhow I should get back to work," Peter was saying. "See you tomorrow, Daryl." Now was the moment to decide: stay forever stuck in a deteriorating relationship and feeling unsatisfied in bed, or let loose and take the POZ stud up the ass raw. "I love you, baby." Daryl was looking straight into Brian's eyes. He repeated it again just as Peter was hanging up on his end. He continued moaning... "I love you, Brian! Cum in me. Knock me up." Brian's sexy face contorted into an animal's rage as he unloaded several spurts of cum into his new boy's unprotected yet willing hole. "Fuck yeah, bitch! I know you want it. Get ready, baby... Here's my toxic load for you." And he came inside Daryl. Again.

Part III My mind was in a fog. I came to thinking I must have been having a wet dream. Images of Bobby fingering a knowingly POZ load into his gaping hole swirled in my head. I knew I should be angry, or disgusted, but all I could think of was how hard my cock felt, and how hot it had been. I seemed to have passed out, and my crotch was wet. Turns out that I had cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I fell over and landed on the mattress next to Bobby as he lay there, his ass covered in POZ seed. There were at least six guys standing around, some fully clothed, some jerking off, but all still had their cameras firing away. I opened my eyes to see a tangle of bodies. Ryan and Kevin, the guys who had posed last week had stripped out of their clothes. Kevin was pleading, “Help a guy out, Bobby. Gimme some of that TOXIC lube.” Bobby leaned up and pulled his body down on top of him. Kevin lined up his cock with Bobby's wrecked hole. He dipped the head of his cock into Bobby's ass and withdrew. I knew it was covered in Tom's POZ jizz. Ryan leaned in and snaked his tongue first into Bobby's mouth, then kissed his own boyfriend. Ryan laid down next to Bobby and pulled his ankles up. Kevin re-positioned himself at Ryan's ass and started fucking. I knew he was working Tom's POZ cum deep into Ryan's bare hole. The frat boy host crouched down beside me and asked if I was ok. I nodded and he handed me a glass of water. “Let me help you out of those shorts, man. They seem pretty soggy.” I was embarrassed that I cum all over myself, but figured under the circumstances, he was probably the only guy who had noticed. I let the frat boy undress me and shivered as he ran his hands over my body. Bobby lay there, working his cummy hole, smiling as he watched me being handled. The frat boy sunk his tongue into my mouth. He smiled. “You taste good. Want to taste something even better?” He pushed my head down to Bobby's ass. “Eat it. Wouldn't want that TOXIC load sinking in too deep, would we?” I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. I had rimmed Bobby before, but never after fucking him. His ass was usually so tight and pink, but now it was loose, puffy, and red. It tasted sort of tinny, mixed with the tartness of fresh cum, cum that I knew was POZ. I thought I would just run my mouth over Bobby's hole, but it was so open that I could practically fuck him with my tongue. I noticed Tom was standing beside me. He knelt down. “Don't be mad at me, dude. I promised I wouldn't cum in him, and I didn't.” I don't know what I was thinking, but I raised my head enough to kiss him. I had a glob of his cum on my tongue, and fed it to him. One of the guys standing around jerking off saw what we were doing, and leaned in to snap a few pics. I decided to show off a bit and let our tongues move apart as Tom's cum formed into a strand, perfectly suspended over Bobby's upturned ass, leaking still more POZ seed. Knowing that Bobby's hole had much more where that came from, I went back to eating Bobby's ruined ass. The guy snapping pics was naked from the waist down. He straddled over Bobby's head as he leaned forward to get pics of me eating Tom's load. Bobby's gasps changed to moans as I realized he was swallowing this stranger's thick dangling cock. I knew this was out of hand, but there was nothing to do to stop it. The frat boy climbed up behind the photographer and started rubbing his bare dick over his crack. I knew the frat boy started fucking him when Bobby's moans turned to gagging. As the frat boy fucked, the photographer's wide dick was choking Bobby, and he was loving it. I could hear cameras clicking mixing with Ryan and Kevin fucking right next to us. Just then, I felt something wet at my ass. “You want that ass fucked too?” Tom asked. “Please. Don't.” I wrestled with wanting to know the freedom that Bobby had felt as he felt that bare POZ cock filling his hole. "Okay, we'll be safe, well, as safe as I was with your boyfriend. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I knew he was right, and I nodded. Tom went back to the bag of dildos and found a thick five inch flesh-colored one. He handed it to me. I spit on it to lube it up. He chuckled and leaned it to stick it in Bobby's ass. Poor Bobby didn't know what was coming as he was too busy blowing this guy getting fucked. He yelped as that dildo went deep into his hole and came out covered in a sticky mix of pink ass juice and POZ cum. I shuddered knowing that I would have some of that cum in my hole in a few seconds, and maybe a whole lot more if he came inside me. Tom pulled the cummy dildo out of Bobby's ass and swiftly jammed it into mine. I squealed, both in pain and delight. “Go easy. I'm not wet enough.” Tom chuckled again saying, “We can fix that. I felt the mushy head of his dick move against my ass, drooling POZ precum. I then felt something going into my ass, much easier than the dildo. I knew it was his cock, and I didn't know if I wanted it to be or not. I clenched my eyes shut and started lapping at Bobby's ass again. I felt Tom going deeper and deeper into my ass. With each thrust, he filled me more than I had ever been filled before. I heard Kevin saying to Ryan. “Like me working that POZ load into your hole.” “Fuck yeah,” Kevin answered, adding “Looks like we're gonna have three asses leaking POZ cum before the night is out! That's gotta be some kind of a record." The frat boy grunted, as his pistoned away at the photographer's hole, “Fuck no. We've seen at least six holes full of TOXIC loads on one single night before.” That sent Kevin over the edge and he fired his own NEG load into Ryan's ass, mixing it with Tom's TOXIC seed. I could feel drops of Tom's sweat raining down on my back as he fucked the hell out of me. I heard the photographer grunt and felt his load shoot all over my back. I pulled off of Bobby's ass and looked up, seeing Bobby's chest covered in the photographer's wad. I couldn't help but lap it up and swirl my mouth over Bobby's bouncing dick. He grabbed my head and came hard down my throat. The frat boy fired off, filling the photographer's ass. Tom pistoned away, holding hard onto my hips. “There's a lot of cummy holes here tonight. The third ass is about to be full of POZ seed. Not bad for only one POZ top, right?” Everyone standing around cheered him and snapped away with their cameras as he jack-rabbited away. I could feel his cock swelling up, and then it happened. He shot at least four volleys of POZ jizz deep into my ass. Tom wiped his brow as he pulled out of my ass and flipped me onto my back. “Well done, bro. You want to join Bobby and Ryan there and see if we can break our record tonight? I've got some friends I could call....” To be continued...

Since I am the type to respond and personally answer all email etc and I am known as a no bullshit down to earth person let me comment on the above. I am neg and yes got tested quite frequently when filming. If I were poz I certainly wouldn't lie about it as I feel there is nothing wrong with being poz. My ex bf was poz and I fucked him bb all the time for almost 3 years. Like Father Like Son was a VERY low budget production churned out by a guy who does so much porn producing I doubt if he would remember me if I walked up to him. I was nervous as hell as it was my first time ever fucking a woman. It was a surreal experience to say the least to lose your virginity on camera and at age 50. But I like challenges and wanted to do it. I actually enjoyed it but as I said there was no script and I was nervous as a whore in church. I'm sure that stilted whatever limited "acting" was required. As for being macho or fem I try not to say mean spirited things about people I don't know and have no axe to grind with anyone who doesn't fuck with me first. Porn is porn gay straight whatever I just like to fuck. Maybe I am a closet bi I try not to overanalyze anything anymore. So Pata you seem to know alot about people you have never met but in the future if you have any questions about me just come directly to the source. Otherwise it's like reading the Enquirer. And I really hate gossip, I don't talk about anyone behind their back but I have no problem saying what I need too when face to face. Thanks! Derek Anthony