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It's a little long and poz only at the end the story is leadup. Igot contaced with an old FB and we organised a session for the next week. I'm a married middle-age bttm guy but as we have a family doctor I'm not on prep So only play with those that are. the week roles by with me getting more excited as I don't get to play with Gary as much as I'd like due to situation. the day rolls round and I leave work for a day time hookup. getting to his place he hasn't changed he's a charismatic hot silver fox with a lean hot body and from memory a thick cock. before we get to his room he offers me a drink to help relax and we catchup in what's been happening. during the conversation we talk about status n playing bare and he's still neg on prep while I'm just neg. reaching forward he pulls me into a kiss saying he's going to breed me deep n flood me with cum n more, horny I just kiss back younger searching as we grind against each other. pulling back he skulls his drink and suggest we get started. I finish mine In a couple of gulps and we head to the bedroom where he strip me and pushed me down to suck his cock. 7.5 thick cut and perfect for my ass n mouth, I suck and gag in it like I'll die if I don't have it. it was semi solid when we started and after 5 mins of sucking licking it's rock hard. pulling me up we kiss n grind our naked bodies, cock against cock as he's grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezing, I know he wants to fuck me now. we part and I head for the bed, getting on all fours he grabs my cheeks pulling them apart so my hole is exposed and open to him. leaning in he licks and tounges my hole I groan as shivers go down my spine. he's going deeper with his tounge and I can feel his beard rub against my ass and all I can do is groan and push back. sliding one two three fingers in with spit only he's opening me up asking if I'm ready for his cock. i just say fuck yes I need you in me now. hearing this he slaps his cock against my hole and I'm hot in anticipation. as he applies a little lube and I feel his head slip in. a little pain but once he's past the first hole I'm in heaven and the pounding starts. we fuck in a few positions finally having him with me in my back legs up over his shoulders as he's balls deep pounding me looking in my eyes till hs squirting in me. squeezing my ass to milk him I try and get every drop of cum in my ass. pulling out he goes to the other side of the bed sits and breaths out.i reach for his cock rolling over to him and start to suck him clean. I'm on my belly now so all his load just drains deeper into me and I'm in bliss loaded and sucking cummy cock. looking down he grabs my hair saying what a great ass I have and he'd love to share it with some other friends he plays bare with. we talked about group before so he knows I'm open to it, I just nod and continue sucking his cock. Grabing his phone he organises his friends and says they will be here in 5 so keep sucking. they arrive and let themselves in and the first I know is when two hot 50+ silver daddies are watching me from the door. looking up their introduced as Brad and Dave and I'm told to keep sucking they will make themselves comfortable. continuing to suck and Focus on the cock I have they strip out of eyeshot and Dave comes and sits on the bed next to Gary offering his cock, it's 8 thick and pierced. I just stare and smile as I reach for it. as Brad grabs my ass and start eating me out. I just groan in pleasure as in pig heaven. brad tells gary how much he loves a sloppy hole as he teases my hole with his cock. I feel this cock and push back as I want it in me and beg him to fuck me. Sliding in he says he's not going to last long in a cummy hole like this as he bottoms out. it causes me a little pain but he's hitting places that have never been hit and I just push back with each thrust . I keep sucking Dave and Gary as my ass is slowly ruined. As he get close to cumming Dave can see this and lifts my head and tells me to beg for brads load. I just push back more saying fuck me, breed me,give me that load. this pushes him over the edge and he rams one powerful thrust into me that makes me see stars as I feel him shudder n squirt inside me and he holds it deep in me as I feel warmth flow into me, he slowly continues to fuck me just not as violently but i have to stop sucking as I hang my head to recover as I'm shaking. Dave gets up and in a minute replaces brad as i feel another hard cock slide into me.he tells me if I liked what brad did he'll do just as much and they are both multi cummers. I lookup at Gary I say i love his friends and they can be invited anytime to. it's at this point brad sits down flopping a cummy blood flecked pierced cock in front of me. But what I'm looking at isnt his cock it's the biohazard tattoo above his cock. I'm shocked unable to speak but I must have squeezed my ass muscles as Dave says yeah now he knows... I look at Gary and he just says "that's why I'm on prep". I'm shocked but he continues, "they asked if I knew any pozs cumdumps and I thought of you. we just needed to make one change, and by the look of brads cock that's definitely happed and daves will only added to it " I'm shocked but looking as brads cock I know there no going back, I turn to Dave who still has his cock in me staring into his eyes and tell him to fuck me up and poz my ass. turning back to brad I look him in the eye grabing his cock saying I hope you have more than one load in this and start to such him hard again. ...

Shawn was getting ready to head to the orgy he had been looking forward to for weeks. The organizer was a hot otter guy. There would be 5 other guys there. All either Vers or bottoms. He was strictly a top. He was 28, 6’1, 185 lbs of muscle with olive skin he got from his Italian heritage. He had a fat 8.5 in uncut dick. He never had a problem finding a hole to seed. But his true passion was pozzing neg hole. Especially stealth pozzing. That is why he was looking forward to this orgy so much. He knew 2 of the guys were not on prep. And the rest he wasn’t sure but hoped they were not. All participants had to send negative tests within a week of the party. Shawn worked in a lab and had fake documents to share no problem. When he got to the party the otter, Steve - 23 Vers bottom, welcomed him and lead him to the room where he could strip and then told him to join them in the living room across the hall. Shawn stripped and walked across the hall already half chubbed. He was then introduced to the rest of the guys. Max - 21, bottom, no prep, twink Luke - 23, Vers, twunk Sumner - 29, Vers, no prep, jock Jason - 25, bottom, cub Shawn knew sumner and Max were not on prep as he had talked to both before the party and they confirmed it. The other 2 he had not talked to before tonight. And Steve did not say when they talked. With the introductions out of the way Steve worked on making drinks for everyone after he pointed out the lube and poppers on the coffee table. Shawn zeroed in on Sumner and started to chat him up and kiss him. He lead him to an over-stuffed chair in the corner. They proceeded to more deep kissing and making out. Then he pushed the jock to his knees to start to suck on his big fat poz dick. He loved seeing the big muscle jock suck his meat. After a few minutes Shawn pulled Sumner up and bent him over the back of the chair and started to eat his hairy hole. Sumner moaned from the tongue assaulting his hole. He reached for the pooper bottle next to him and started ti inhale. Shawn stood and bent over Sumner to make out with him as he was still bent over the chair. His big fat uncut dick leaking poz precum in Summer's neg ass cracker and hole. Summer moaned as the leaky head and spit allowed Shawn’s dick to enter this hole. Shawn could tell sumner took a lot of dick with how easy it went in. He was tight, but that’s just because of how big his dick was. To an average dick the hole would have felt looser. He was amazed his was still neg. But he wouldn’t be for long. He continued to work Summer's jock hole open as he fucked deeper and deeper. Then started to pick up speed. The moan coming form Sumner was so hot! The fucking continued, with ocassional stops to switch positions or east his ass. Making sure to use his finger nails to scratched his hole as he ate it and fingered it in between fucks. Finally Shawn decided it was time to impregnate his first hole. He started to make out deep with Sumner as he pounded hard into his hole. Finally shooting a huge load of poisonous cum balls deep in the neg hole. All while the jock begged for his cum! As they rested and recovered Sumer said, “Fuck that was hot! Thanks so much, I have been craving a load. i am so glad we did tests before this, I love raw dick but never take it. I can get anything cause I have a girlfriend. I am so glad I know taking your load was safe. I can’t wait to get more from the other guys!” “No problem man! I am glad I got to fill your hole. Maybe do a another round later tonight!” With that Shawn got up and moved to the bar to get his drink and rest a little as he watch the other guys go at it around the living room. More to follow.

I live in a new development in a small town in Wiltshire, UK. The builders are finishing off the last houses. I work full time from home. One of the contractors contacted me on Grindr this past Wednesday (18 Oct) and said he only has time for a quick blowjob. An hour later he left leaving me very happy with a load in my hole and one shot down my throat.

******2****** A few weeks have past. I have no signs or symptoms to suggest his seed has impregnated me. I'm convinced the bug hasn't taken. I'm disappointed as I was sure he was massively toxic. He told me he felt he didn't have long left and wanted me to carry his dna and pass on his seed. I'm very busy at work and have had no time for any sex. I'm gagging for some intimacy, cock and a fuck. My usual sauna, in Brick Lane, is always busy on Friday nights. Loads of guys who want to start the weekend off with a bang! It's summer and the building is crammed with guys and it's hot. There's a strong smell of sweaty testosterone and cum. I leave my clothes in the locker and put the towel round my waist. There are a few guys sucking cock in the cinema and in the jacuzzi. All but one of the dark rooms have their doors closed. In the one remaining room there's a young guy lying on the padded bed face down with his towel covering his head. From his firm arse I deduce he's in his mid twenties. I enter and run my hand over his firm buttocks. There's a light covering of fair almost blonde fur on his arse cheeks. He groans a little as I pull his firm cheeks apart and look at his hole. It's beautiful and his starfish is pink. My cock is already creating a tent in my towel. Thoughts are racing through my head. If I was fertile with poz seed now and bred him I would have been able to keep the promise I made to my, wannabe, gifter. I lick the middle finger of my left hand and gently probe his hole. He moves his legs apart intuitively and I insert my finger in past his sphincter. He moans a little. He's very tight. Fertile or not, I'm going to fuck him. I take one of the sachets of lube from the bowl in the corner of the room and drip it onto his gorgeous opening. The cold fluid makes him flinch and draw breath. I'm pushing two fingers into him now. His hole feels like it's trying to suck them inside. Even if I'm not poz I can fantasise what it would be like to seed him with my toxic sperm. I pull the towel from me and throw it to the bottom of the bed. More lube in his hole and I get on the bed and lay ontop of him. He hasn't mentioned using a condom so, I mount him, sliding my cock into his tight hole. It feels so good. He sighs as I begin to fuck him slowly. The hot, wet walls of his arse are caressing my penis. He feels like a virgin. I'm laying right on top of his body, my arms underneath his arms and my hands on each side of his head. We haven't seen each others faces so, have no idea what each of us looks like. Sweat is dripping off my body onto his. I plough his are for five minutes then lift myself onto my arms so I can see my cock sliding in and out of his cunt. I do not believe in god, ghosts, or the supernatural, although I do know a few fairies but, none of them have wings. However I can actually hear a voice telling me to breed him, impregnate him, ejaculate my gifters dna into him. It's as clear a sound as I've ever heard. I must be hallucinating. I don't care. I'm in automatic fucking mode now, losing all control. My only focus, purpose in life is to fuck this young guy full of my seed, to empty as much of my seamen into him as I can. The pressure is building up. I'm fucking him as hard as I can and he's moaning, squirming, breathing hard. I have an overwhelming feeling that I'm really going to knock him up, impregnate him. The pressure is just too much. My ejaculation feels magnificent. Easily the best orgasm I ever had. My balls have been drawn up to my body and my cock is continuously pumping my sperm into him. I'm in ecstacy. My testicles must be empty by now but my cock is still pumping. Slowly, very slowly my body begins to relax. I roll onto my side, completely spent. The receptacle of my seed casually gets up and without looking at me thanks me and leaves the room. I need to recover and have just enough energy to stand and bolt the door. I crash on the bed for, I don't know how long. I'm aware that the attendant guy is banging on the door telling me the sauna is closing up and whoever is in there needs to get dressed and get out. I know the place closes at 4am on Saturday morning. That would mean I'd been asleep for at least five hours. It's now three months since my attempted conversion and a good few weeks since I fucked the young guy in the sauna. Sitting here in the clinic waiting for my test results I'm bored. It's just my regular six monthly check up. I'm not expecting anything out of the ordinary. The Dr is standing at his office door asking me to come in. This isn't unusual. He usually gives me the safe sex talk, some condoms, lube and a card with prep info on it. "I'm afraid you've tested positive for HIV" He continues talking but I can't really hear what he's saying. It's muffled and completely unintelligible. My mind is going back a few weeks, to the young man I fucked in the dark room at the sauna and the voice in my ear.

Absolutely! Go crazy with it man

Went to Wet Wednesday at Crew Club last Wednesday and fucked some hot ass . This was billed as a cumdump event with 10 hooded cumdumps and up to 100 breeders. In fact, 11 cumdumps were advertised on Twitter or maybe on the Freak Parties website. I didn't try to be a cumdump for this event because it didn't look like I would meet the required criteria (my X/Twitter presence is pretty lame - I only have two or three short videos and have not mastered the art of sexy nude selfies). In retrospect I should probably have applied. But I decided to go, do my duty to serve/worship the asses of my fellow bottoms and fuck ass when a real top was pounding hole. Also, I might be able to eat some ass. There were also a lot less than 100 breeders or tops. Maybe 50 max. I arrived around 9 pm and ended up leaving at 11:45 pm because I had to catch the bus back to Baltimore. The party had started at 8 pm. There were actually 6 ass-up cumdumps, and one of those didn't appear to be too active. There was possibly another cumdump but we wasn't ass up like the others but this guy did have access to a room so maybe he was listed as one of the planned cumdumps. I haven't fucked ass in a long time and have been basically a total bottom for several years (really, most of my sex life I have been a lightly vers-bottom but all my boyfriends basically forced me to fuck them because we were often bottoms hooking up with bottoms). All 6 of the ass-up cumdumps were in larger rooms (used to be called Captains Rooms, I think these were 1 - 6, Crew Club has about 26 or so of these rooms). All of these rooms are next to the lobby and ventilated smoking lounge. Room 1 was the room with a smoking hot younger guy with his pretty ass perfectly presented in a red jockstrap. He was also the less active guy. He is a shorter muscular guy, more calisthenics + running or swimming with a hot little to medium (in size) muscular ass. When I arrived his door wasn't open but I saw it after someone came out and he didn't close the door. He was ass-up with his pretty hole facing the door. I slipped in his tight hole. So his hole ring was very tight around my dick but his ass was cavernous and silky. My dick felt like it was sort of floating around in his ass. He was actually the 3rd guy I fucked that evening but I only fucked him once. The room next to him, room 2, was occupied nearly all the time I was there. This guy was really popular. Turns out he was from Richmond. He was the 5th guy I fucked but I fucked him at least 3 times. He's a big muscular guy with a big muscular ass. He said he had taken 20 loads that evening. I left after fucking him the third time. I also licked his ass after fucking him each time. Next up, after the door to the upstairs lounge/lobby area playing Mass Collab/NYSeed videos, was room 3. This guy was said to be a vers top. I couldn't fuck him at first as I had some trouble getting hard. But in between top fucks I eventually got in. He was also muscular and hot but his muscle tone was less tight than the guys in rooms 1 or 2. He was also tall like the guy in room 2. Guys were in and out of his room all night and sometimes he had a crowd. His hole was soft around my dick but a bit tight getting in. His ass was pretty tight all around. I fucked him two or three times. Next up, room 4. This guy was hot - I don't know why this guy didn't have a train on him all night. He was also the first guy I fucked. I ended up fucking him four or five times. His hole was medium tight, not cavernous but a little loose inside. I fucked him when he was available but as soon as a real top looked like he wanted to fuck him I pulled out. I also licked his ass after every fuck. He was the only guy to remain hooded most of the time. I don't know if he had tattoos on both ass cheeks or if he had had a kind of swirl draw on his cheeks. He also had tally makes on his right ass cheek rather than just on his jockstrap so he had taken at least seven loads that night. Next up, room 5. This guy was hairless and more light-medium weight training muscular. His hole was also tight and his ass was sort of silky but firm. I may have only fucked him once. Room 6 - I couldn't get inside this hot guy's very tight hole although I tried a couple of times. He seemed disappointed so I didn't bother him again. He was a more than medium muscular hot African-American man, also tall, probably weight trained. There was also one guy, not a cumdump who I fucked in the sort of dark room Crew club has (with that weird platform area in the middle). I was also fucked twice there. All the guys were hot with different hole and ass feels - YUM! Next time I'm in Berlin at a cumdump event I'll try to mount a fellow hole when there's down time because life is too short to not have a dick up a hole's ass and sometimes another hole has to pound ass as best he can to spread the happiness.

I was in a monogamous relationship for the best part of 25 years, so didn’t embrace my cumdump self until my late 40’s. I’ve been trying to make up for all those lost years ever since, and haven’t noticed my sex drive tailing off so far. In some ways I hope it does- there are other things in life I’d like to devote a little more time to. But while guys still find me fuckable, I’m going to continue taking as much cock as I can.

MY NEPHEW AT THE GAY NUDE BEACH— You may have read my previous account of one of the times my young nephew stayed at my place and I introduced him to the joys of adult bookstores and video arcades and glory holes. He was instantly a big fan. But, at his age, he’s definitely a big fan of sex in general, any time and any where. I discovered that he had never been to a nude beach, so, last weekend, on a Saturday, we drove down to the San Gregorio gay nude beach. It’s been a nude beach since 1966, and the beach-goers are predominantly gay men. The men are in the habit of building driftwood “forts” on the sand, each one delineating a personal space for its occupant(s). The parking lot and access road are privately owned, and an admission fee is charged. The beach itself is public property. The weather there is always a gamble, with some days completely fogged in, and cold and windy, and other days are sunny and warm. I knew that, if the weather was clear, the beach would be crowded on a Saturday, so we got there early. The man who was collecting the admission fee to the parking lot seemed very skeptical about my nephew’s age. He hadn’t brought ID, so it looked like there might be trouble. But, I slipped the man a $20 bill and I told him that was how old my nephew was. We cobbled together 2 driftwood “forts,” side by side. I had brought along what I called, “my lucky shirt which had large block letters spelling out, “FUCK ME.” I tacked it to a piece of driftwood and placed it up high between our 2 driftwood forts where anybody walking by could clearly see it, and, hopefully act on it. The fog was starting to burn off so I could tell that it was going to be a good beach day. I gave each of us a good strong booty bump. Then, we kicked back and blew clouds while we waited for the crowd to arrive. We didn’t have to wait long. I could see a muscular, middle aged man down at the far end of the beach, walking in our direction. As he got closer, I was sure he could see our, “FUCK ME” sign. At first, he was walking down by the water, but suddenly, he veered up closer and closer to where my nephew and I were, our heads down and our asses up. His first words, referring to the, “FUCK ME” sign, were, “Is this for real ?” I said, “Sure. Your choice. Take your pick.” Of course he chose my nephew. Young, smooth, and cute ? Who wouldn’t make that choice ? Little did he know that I had brought my camera, and I was recording the whole scene. My nephew was lying on his back, legs up and back while the guy fucked him. My nephew could see me with the camera, but the guy fucking him was face down, so he didn’t see me. Luckily, my nephew didn’t say anything. He just let out a high pitched moan with every thrust of the guys fat cock into my nephew’s hole. When the guy started gasping, I knew that he was going from pounding my nephew’s ass to pumping it full of cum. After he pulled out, he said, “Thanks, guys. That was hot !” Imagine that. A nice guy as well as being a hot fuck. Now, I could see a lot more men trudging down the beach and claiming spare driftwood to build their own forts. Quite a few of them noticed our, “FUCK ME” sign and pointed and laughed, all in good fun. I was sure that some of them would stop by later on to check us out a little more closely. My first fuck of the day was a homely fat guy with an equally big fat dick. Many times I’ve said that a big dick can make up for a lot of ugly. LOL. Plus, I don’t discriminate, especially when I’m spun on crystal. He sure was heavy, lying on top of me, but I was loving having his big prick stretching my hole and making me take it deep while I hit the poppers, again and again. The bonus was that he was a really heavy cummer, too. Thumbs up ! Whenever either one of us was getting fucked, it always drew a small group of men who gathered close, stroking their dicks and checking out the action, their camera phones up and constantly recording. Some of them just wanted to watch and some of them were waiting for their turn to fuck my nephew or me. Although I’m still pretty good looking and I’m still in pretty good shape, there’s no comparison to how hot my young nephew is. His ass was the prize that most of them wanted. And, good for him. I’m really proud of him. When it was time to go, I recovered my lucky, “FUCK ME” shirt, and I shoved a butt plug up my nephew’s hole to keep the huge amount of cum from running down his legs. The final count was 2 loads for me and 6 for my nephew ! He asked me if we were coming back tomorrow.

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Ive changed the names of some of the people involved, but this is my story of the first time using T I’m going back quite a few years to tell the story of my first-time using T. My name is Ed and at the time of these events I was 35 years old, 6 years out of the military, and about 5 years out of the closet. I had a tough time coming out to myself. I was brought up thinking ‘fags are weak’ and not something to be admired. I got by telling myself its OK if I’m gay if I’m a top. So, for many years I was 100% top, hunting for bottoms with my bud John, often at the gay campground I belonged to. We’d make a game of how many bottom boys we could get in our sling in a night, making fun of how fast they’d put up their legs after a few drinks. On the leather and motorcycle weekends we had the added fun of fucking the boys in the public play space the camp set up. I was a muscled motorcycle riding tattooed furry leather bear with a thick 8” cock and 2GA PA so getting attention was never a problem. Taking a break I would watch the bottom pigs, ass up in the sling blissfully taking load after load. On the screens all around there was hardcore BB porn playing showing pigs indulging in every fetish imaginable; piss play, fisting, flogging, bondage, blindfolded cumdumps being used from both ends. My friends would say how hot it was, but then smirk and say but of course no self-respecting guy would really do all that. I’d nod in agreement, but in the back of my mind I was thinking “why the hell not?” I’d fucking love to be in that kind of no limits fuck it all kind of pig pile; not worried about who might see or what they might think. I’d experimented with bottoming when I was out of town for work. I’d have some luck, but a lot of times a guy said he wanted to top but then he'd show up and want me to fuck him. I’m not exactly submissive, but I am always eager to please so sure I’d lube up and give a good pounding. In truth I was getting tired of being the on-call top. In the meantime, I practiced with toys in private at home. About this time, I found the Breeding Zone site and started reading all the hot chem sex stories. I was always very strait laced and had only rarely tried pot. At first the stories of guys getting stealth chemmed and used as a cumdump really turned me on. I don’t know how many loads I jacked off reading those stories. Later though I realized I was really turned on by the stories of guys who embraced what they were, and open eyed begged to get turned into a chemmed up fuck hole, knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into and wanting every last greased up cock they could get. Meanwhile a good friend of mine Rick was an expert fister and while he was showing me how to fist properly, he’d insist I needed to experience at least some of what I was doing to the bottom. I agreed and soon it was obvious to him that his 100% top friend liked his hole worked on. I admitted to him that not only did I like being fucked but increasingly I’d been having fantasies about being the kind of totally used fuck hole I’d read about on Breeding Zone. He said that he knew a Master in a town about an hour away who was looking for a once-a-month pig he could turn into his slave and willing fuck-toy. He was rough but sane and if I wanted, he’d pass on my contact information. I was shaken and excited and told Rick yes, if he thought I could live up to Master Tom’s demands I’d very much want to try it. About a week later I get a text saying: You Slave! I hear you need a Master to train you to serve. I replied “Yes Please Sir! I really need to know what it is to be a hole used without limits.” Good Answer! You must always call me Sir, or Master Tom, and when were together you will always be naked. The only time I ever want to hear the word no from you slave is if I ask ”do you want me to stop?” Understood? Yes Sir! This pig is eager to become a naked slave for your use Master Tom Good! I’m free for a long weekend in two weeks. Can you come by my place one evening before then? There will be no sex, I need to inspect you and make sure I’m not wasting my time. In the meantime, send me some full body pics of yourself plus dick and ass shots. Yes, Master Tom, just tell this pig when and where to be and I will comply. A date that suited Master Tom was set and on a Tuesday evening I found myself nervously knocking at his door exactly when he ordered. A tall man in dress slacks and a white shirt answered the door. He was very clean cut and looked more like a Mormon missionary than a slave master. “So, you’re the fuck hole applicant Rick sent me. He says you don’t have any experience as a slave, but you know how to follow orders and don’t whine”. Yes Sir! I want to be a good slave but… Sir Tom stopped me with a quick slap across the mouth. “Pig you will NEVER address me unless you are fucking bare assed” “Do you understand?” I was confused for a moment then quickly stripped off my Camo shorts, tank top, jock, and jump boots. Naked in his open door I dropped to my knees for good measure and said Yes Sir! Thank you for the training, Sir. He seemed pleased and pointed to the living room, get up and walk was all he said. I walked naked into his living room and falling back on my military training stood at attention. I was rock hard! He walked around me looking me over. He kicked my legs open into a wider stance so he could thoroughly check me out. Master Tom said “let’s make this clear. I want an obedient fuck hole that knows this is all about making my cock happy.” If I accept you as a slave, you will always arrive, strip completely and present yourself for inspection. Understand you leave your clothes and rights at the door. I’m a POZ Top and I only BB. I like to parTy and I want my slave to be fucked up too. You can speak normally, what do you think of being my slave. I answered Sir, I’m NEG but understand it’s a slave’s place to take any load without question, please use and breed this pig as you want. I’ve never partied Sir and I’d do anything you ordered totally sober, but yes please put whatever the fuck you want into your pig. Turn me into your shameless tweaked up slave. Good pig. For now, you will call yourself pig. We’ll see if you earn the right to be called a slave. Your first order is for Friday evening. You have way too much hair for a slave. I’ve made arrangements with a shaving Master to make some changes for me. I’ll text you his number and you will arrange for him to shave you. I’ve already told him what I want. Then you can report to me first thing Saturday morning. Is that understood Pig? Oh fuck I thought, I’ve always been a bear. Shaving seemed a big first step, but I took a deep breath and said Yes Master, the Pig will get shaved as ordered Sir. Master Tom seemed pleased; said I was to be naked but could wear my weighted ball stretcher next time we met. I was also to remember that if we chatted online, even if only text I was to be naked when we spoke. With that he told me to get dressed and go, he’d see his new property Saturday AM. After I had dressed and was about to leave Master Tom handed me a black gift-wrapped box. He said it was for his shaving buddy and I could give it to him on Friday. The next day I got a text from Master Tom with a phone number. It said “set up your shaving session and then call me pig”. OH FUCK I recognized that number. It was my buddy John who I hunted bottoms with at camp. I knew he was into shaving his boys but never thought he or anyone I knew would be involved with this exploration of mine. This was a serious shock, I tried to think of some plausible way to get shaved without going to him, but there really wasn’t anyway around it. If I wanted to be the chemmed up fuck hole I’d been fantasizing about I’d have to man up and push through it. I called John and after some beating around the bush said “I think Master Tom set up an appointment for me to get shaved this Friday.” I asked John if he’d be OK doing that with me. John was hesitant, do you really want to be this guy’s slave? Yes John, I fucking need to feel what its like to let go and be someone’s shameless hole. I’m kind of embarrassed that you’ve been pulled into this and since we’re such good friends if you don’t want to get involved, I’ll ask Sir Tom for another barber. John thought a moment and said no he always wanted to get some clippers into my fur. He asked how he could be sure I wasn’t going to back out. I thought a moment and said John, if you do this for me, I will be glad to drive to your house fucking naked and walk in your door bare assed to prove my commitment to this. John said fucking hell yea! Good for you pig, get your bare ass up here by 7pm on Friday. Do you know what your Master asked me to shave? No John, I assumed my ass and maybe cock, but I’m ready to do what I’m told so please don’t tell me. I don’t want to chicken out. I stripped and texted Master Tom telling him I’d made the appointment. He immediately called in video mode. Sir Tom looked me up and down, said good your naked pig. I’m glad you can follow orders. Yes Sir! I explained that I knew Barber master John from camp and it was difficult to open up about what I was doing, but I really want to do this. I explained that to prove to Master John that I meant business I’d begged to drive to his house naked and ready to be shaved. Master Tom said Very Good Pig, you might just earn that slave collar sooner than I thought. Since you’ll be naked anyway, I want you to pull over about 15 minutes away from John’s place on Friday and give me a call. Understood Pig? Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir! Oh and Pig make sure you’re completely cleaned out. My pigs always suck my cock clean after I fuck them, and you will be doing that clean or not. I consider it an incentive for my Pigs to be extra clean. It’s how a hole shows its respect. As a Master I may not be so careful, you’re just a hole so what do I care? Fuuuck Yes Sir! On Friday I gassed up my truck, stripped and threw all my gear into a bag. I try not to fondle myself for the 45-minute drive to John’s place in the mountains. I’m very nervous. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to expose the sub-pig side of me to my bud. I’ve worked really hard over the years on my hardcore top persona. About 15 minutes from John’s place, I pulled over and called Master Tom. Master Tom says let me see pig, and I show him I’m naked in the truck at an unused gas station. Good Pig, naked, the way you’re going to be the rest of this weekend. Tom says “you look a little nervous pig are you ready to go through with this? “ Sir, yes, pig is nervous, but it wants to obey so badly. That’s a good pig, now I need you to follow a few more orders. First get that gift I sent for John and open it. I’m puzzled but I comply. Inside I find a small box with four crystals of what I assume is T although I’ve never actually seen it for real. You know what that is pig? Sir I think it’s shards of T Sir. I didn’t know John used drugs. Sir, I have no idea if he does or not, but a compliant pig is my gift to him. Now pig lube up and shove one of those shards up your fuck hole as far as you can. I’m surprised this is how my first use of T is happening, but I push the fingernail sized shard up as deep as I can. I can feel a slight burn. The pig has been dosed Sir, thank you Master. That’s a good pig. Hmmm does pig think that’s enough? Master please, order your pig to do more please Sir! Fucking right pig, shove the rest of those shards in your hole. You need to get so fucking hungry for what’s coming. I push the other three slightly larger shards in and report, your pig has been dosed Sir! Thank you. My heart is racing but I don’t know if that’s the T or just the excitement. Sir orders me to lick my fingers clean. I comply. Master Tom says now get a move on pig you only have about 15 minutes before that starts to kick in. Yes Sir and thank you Master. As I drive to John’s my thoughts, which had been nervous and revolving around how embarrassing this was going to be started to change. I started to think about John pounding some willing boy while torturing his nipples. I thought how hot that would be if he put me in his sling. I began to wonder if John would get turned on by shaving me the way he did the boys at camp. He’d often try to BB them while they were distracted. I was getting so horned up by the thought of asking him to BB me, the way a slave is supposed to be used. I got to John’s house starting to really turn into a fucking pig. I walked in, saw John sitting on his barber chair like a throne, geared in leather chaps, vest, and cap. Without a second thought I stood before him, dropped to my knees, and said Please Master John, do whatever the fuck Master Tom wants done to me. Really? John said. Are you really ready for this? Fuck John, I’ve wanted this for so long. Make me into the fuck hole Master Tom wants, please I will do ANYTHING you want to show my gratitude. John laughs and said I’m really going to enjoy this, now start sucking my cock. I crawl forward and start chewing on his jock pouch. I can feel his huge dick start to get hard. I know from watching him using other boys that he loves his nipples worked on, so as I worship his cock through the jock I look up into his eyes and raise my hands to his nipples. He sees the question in my eyes and says yes pig, play with my nips. I begin to twist and work them as I fish his growing cock out of the side of his jock with just my mouth. I know it can grow to over 9 inches and I need that to happen. For 10 minutes or more I just deep throat his dick and play with his nips. I thought the shards had made me high, but they were just beginning to dissolve. A huge wave of lust hits me as I sigh and relax into my position, legs spreading a bit wider, feeling my hole start to take over. John slides his hand down my sweaty back toward my hole. I can’t help but moan as he explores my newly available hole. John stands, holds my face and says, you’re going to get what you want pig, shaved, marked, fucked, and sent away wet. He then grabbed a bottle of poppers held them to one nostril. Breathe deep pig, show me you want this. I filled my lungs deep. After a slow count of ten he pinched the other nostril and said Again! I filled my lungs deep with the fumes knowing the rush that was coming. After a count of ten he let me exhale, then almost as an afterthought put the bottle back up to the first nostril. That’s it pig, let’s get you intoxed real good. I huffed deep wanting to please this man that wasn’t a friend anymore. He was a fat cocked master that I needed to please and had to have him use me. After a few more hits John turned around and rested his arms on the barber chair. I needed no instructions; I buried my face in his ass and started rimming his hole like a starving dog. All I could think about as my head spun from the poppers and the T was how much I needed to please this man. I WANTED my bud to see I was a totally willing cock worshiping cum hungry hole. John’s hole was clean and tasted mildly of soap, but it suddenly hit me that I wouldn’t have stopped even if it wasn’t. I was really becoming the kind of pig I envied from the videos. I continued to eat John’s hole and suckle his balls while pulling on my own sensitive nipples. My cock had gone soft despite how horny I felt; the T dick I read about. That didn’t seem to matter because all that I could think about was getting my hungry hole used. John’s phone chimed and I heard him chuckling to someone. Yes, he’s here and just about totally in the zone. How much do you want me to take off? Really? Here you can tell the pig. John held his phone up, Master Tom was on the line. I looked at him with lust and tina crazed eyes and said simply Master! Master Tom said, “You’re flying high by now pig”. Tell John what you’ve done. I looked up at John and said “before I arrived, I begged Master Tom to let me shove four fat shards of T up my hole. I’ve never done tina before so now I’m high AF. I was nervous, but now I’m proud for you to see me spinning up into totally submissive pig begging to become a slave.” Nice Pig, so you’ve made sure you can’t resist anything I feel like doing to you. No Sir John, I gladly turned myself into a tweaked up obedient cock whore for you to see and use. Help me please Master Tom and show him I’m ready to be his completely obedient slave. Master Tom said perfect! Shave the pig head to toe. He can keep the goatee but trim it down. John said “Hear that pig? You’re getting it all shaved, chest, pits, ass, cock, legs…all of it!” OH FUCK! ….. Yes, please shave me down to a total slave state. Pig needs to be stripped down for Sir. Turn the pig into a hairless object, please. Master Tom says, “I wish I could watch but I’ve got things to do. Pig you won’t mind if John takes pictures for me while he works? “ No, Master Tom, John can take as many pictures as he wants while the pig gets modified for your use. Over the next hour or more John clippers and then razor shaves me from head to toe. I’ve had thick dark body hair since I was 17. I always loved being a bear, but now with the tina running through me I was totally desperate to get shaved down. While John shaved my head I sucked his cock. When he started on my pits I thought I was going to cum. He asked “how you feeling pig?” and I couldn’t stop thanking him for doing this. I so wanted to show him how grateful I was and at first timidly asked him if he’d like to fuck me when he was done. He heard the hesitation in my voice and said not backing out now are you. Fuck no John, I just didn’t want to demand anything from you, but I’d love to be strapped into your sling and have my hole opened wide by your cock. I know you try to stealth the boys at camp. You don’t need to try to trick me, I’d be proud to take your cock bare John. John reminded me he was POZ to which I said I’d be so honored to get bred by you John. I’m going to be a fucking bb slave for Master Tom. He said from now on I only get fucked bare and I don’t get a choice who fucks me. I want to look up at you while you dump a load in me. He asked me are you sure it’s not the tina talking, you might regret this in the morning? John, I reply, I’ve been taking cock in secret on work trips for years. I’ve been ashamed of it but it gets me rock hard asking to be bred. The only thing the tina is doing is helping me tell you without shame that I’m here to get dumped in by anyone and I honestly want you to bone and breed me too. “Hell then let’s get this shaving done pig!” John did a meticulous job removing all my hair then rinsed the lather off by pissing on me. I sucked his cock as he pissed, swallowing some and spitting the rest over my denuded body. Then still dripping with his piss John said get your ass in that sling, Hole. NOW! I ran across the playroom and hopped into the sling; my hungry ass just hanging over the edge of the leather right in place for easy access. I hooked my feet in the stirrups and tightened them, then cuffed my one hand. John’s like “fuck you are eager for this”. He cuffed my other hand then attached them to a bar that would hold them right at his nipples. I knew my job was to get him hard and keep him hard. He took an old dirty jock and soaked it in poppers holding it over my nose and mouth. I sucked the fumes in deep, wanting to be as fucked up for John as I could get. I heard John say something about taking pictures with my camera, and knew I’d be filmed taking his cock raw. I reveled in the complete depravity of it all. John removed the jock and stood in front of me jacking lube on his 9 incher. Talk to me pig. Tell me and the camera what you need. I looked directly into John’s eyes and said “please Sir, help turn me into a bareback cumdump, ride me raw and let me beg for your load in me.” My load? he asked. What kind of load? “Sir John, please fuck your POZ load into this pig. Convert me from a worthless neg hole into a POZed up cumdumpster proud of every load it gets!” As I begged to be violated John grew harder and harder. “Oh Fuck John, please next leather weekend at camp I need you to raw bone me in the public sling. Let the pigs see what kind of filthy hole you’ve turned me into.” That pushed John over the edge and he rammed his cock into me balls deep in one thrust. Even high on tina it fucking hurt but I didn’t stop urging him on. I lay there, ass completely owned by my bud while I worked on his nipples to get him even harder. I worked my hole squeezing and relaxing to make his fuck even better; all the while mumbling a stream of pig filth about turning into a complete and total cock slave. At that point he slowed a bit, grabbed his phone attached to the sling and turned on the camera. You’re going to want a record of this pig. Yea John, film me taking your raw cock in my hungry hole. Help break me down till I don’t care if I’m being broadcast live to complete strangers. Please, please breed this willing pig hole. Fuck feel free to offer me up online if you like. With that John grunted and began unloading deep in me. It felt awesome, being used, making a man feel good using my holes. John slowed but didn’t stop, he continued to churn to load he’d just deposited. He said, I’d love to use you all night, but I have somewhere to be. It is going on 10pm. I suddenly realized just how fucking high I still was from the tina four hours earlier. There was no way I could drive, but I didn’t want to ruin my bud’s night. John saw the worried look in my eyes and said don’t worry, Master Tom has you covered. John helped me from the sling and gave my legs a second to firm up. A moment later though I remembered my instructions and dropped to my knees to suck his cock clean. It tasted of cum, my ass juices, and a bitter taste I would learn was tina. As I cleaned him his phone chimed, and he said, “right on time; just stay there pig.” John walked out of the room and I knelt there looking at myself in the mirrors all around. I saw myself shaved down for the first time. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my smooth body, eventually reaching my wet dripping hole. My fingers went in and I moaned loudly, fuck I felt great, I was a hungry pig with a load in its hole and happy to be one. I thought about grabbing my phone but stayed put playing with my hole and licking the cum off my fingers. Suddenly I heard a new voice, deep and loud. Hell, that’s a site, a newly minted chem pig working its hole. I looked up to see a huge bear of a man in dirty jeans, work boots and a wife beater, being led into the room by John. I staired at this new arrival, mouth gaping, and whined a little in the back of my throat. John said this is Trucker Mark, he’s a friend of Master Tom. Your Master realized you’d be in no shape to drive; so, since his buddy here had to deliver a cab to the local Truckstop, he asked him to drive your car and you down to Allentown and deliver you both to Sir Tom when his shift ends. I finally swallowed and found my voice, “Thank you very much Trucker Mark! … “May I please suck your cock, Sir”

I cheat. It’s my absolute biggest turn on ever. I love knowing some other guys raw dick is in my hole about to shoot a huge load in me. Or I love breeding a guy raw. Then going home and having my husband use my wet hole or suck my dick clean without knowing where it’s been. Recently, I’ve been getting my husband involved in some side play. Don’t get me wrong. He doesn’t cheat. I know he doesn’t for a fact since I’ve gone through his phone and he makes it very clear if we play, it’s always and only together. So some of my side buddies and I have been talking. We love fucking and wanted to get my husband involved. I’ve never been hornier knowing I’ve been bred by these guys and now my husband is getting bred or breeding them without ever knowing I’ve given or taken loads with them multiple times in the past. It’s so hot watching my husband get filled. I love fucking him with someone else’s cum in his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and want to join sometime DM me.

Perfect,,

I'm horny and impulsive, and there's a lot of hot guys in the world, and some of them think the same about me. Sooner or later we find each other. The more I try to be good and monogamous the more horny I get and the more I'm checking out guys. And you know where it's mutual. It's not that I have any turn on for cheating, it just happens, and the release after being so horny for something with another guy is intense. I rationalise it to myself later, because it was just 100% a fun release with another guy who needed it too, that it's ok because we're both guys and nobody is going to get pregnant or expect it to turn in to some kind of romance, but it's still cheating. But temptation happens. Imagine you've been monogamous for 6 months and then a really hot guy is cruising you, he's exactly your type. I don't feel like I'm choosing, it just happens. We kiss, we stroke each others dicks, things happen. It's best to have a partner who understands, but society isn't accepting about guys who like doing it with other men. Loads of us out there, but nobody really talks about it. There's a lot of great guys who would be an awesome bf or husband to someone, but they aren't good with monogamy. One of the guys I know is an amazing bf to his partner, he loves her and takes great care of her (she's very ill), but he has hookups with guys sometimes. Currently I'm single and that's a good thing at the moment, but I'd like to be in a relationship one day that accepts monogamy isn't suitable for me. I'm not sure that will happen though.

I totally get that. Sex is massively about what's going on in our heads. I top a lot more than I bottom, so I've got to be convinced to give up my butt. It's mostly about him being the right guy with the right kind of connection. If I get horny thinking about him thrusting inside me, my legs around him, having him taking pleasure from me and in my space like that, then he's good to go. Some men I just want to get inside me right now, others take some getting to know first. But whatever happens I want a guy who feels masculine, whose going to get lost in the feeling and just do his thing. Big plus points if he's noisy. Now I think about it, dick size isn't part of that at all. Some dicks do feel better than others, size/shape can do different stuff inside me, but main thing is the guy getting me horny for it more than anything else. And I was horny for it with Brian. He's a big handsome guy and after blasting a lot of satisfying loads inside him I wanted to share my butt with him. Even if I hadn't felt much physically I wanted this with him and I would have been happy to feel him enjoying it. I think it can be easier to feel the guy cumming when he's not too deep inside? Sounds like a hot meet too. Yeah, I think same for me, other things matter a lot more. Good to hear you've been having fun with different size guys. It can be a thing like you say though, expecting the bigger guy is always top. But it's a free world, we don't need to anything any way except how we want. Brian (you guessed right, it's not his real name) is a pretty cool guy, I like the way he's masculine without being fake about it. He's late 20s so about ten years younger than me. He's kind of shy though and doesn't talk a lot. Probably why he's a van driver. I'm curious to learn more about him. But he got totally naked for the first time with me now, so hopefully he feels more relaxed. Dildos and toys don't work with my butt, they don't turn me on so I'm tight and it hurts. So if I'm going to try different shapes and sizes they're going to have to be real dicks. But like you I'm way more in to the mental and connection side of sex. Being attracted to each other, then the intensity of doing it and the release is a massive thing. It's often the biggest thing I remember about sex. That sounds painful! Totally agree. I wanted to do it and we had a great time. It was frustrating to hear he usually gets his dick ignored and felt like it wasn't big enough. Like a lot of guys here I'm about the experience and connection, not size.

Understand I'm not a medical doctor nor an expert in viral levels, but my understanding about untransmittable is the same as yours: they determined that 'old' undetectable (200/ml) was untransmittable, and that what's changed is simply the level to which we can measure - so while you may not technically be "undetectable" any more, you're still in the safe zone for untransmittable. I would also note that, given your particular proclivities about sexual activity, I'm not sure you'd pose a risk to a partner anyway, given how very hard/rare it is for a top to get infected from fucking a poz bottom. I'd say a top had a much greater chance of being infected if he were to fuck you after a poz top had done so, but that infection would be the result of the first guy's ejaculation, not you. And in fact that risk is there, obviously (to the extent it's a risk) whether you're detectable, undetectable, or negative.

I don't have a problem per se with the Green Party, or any other party, on its face. The problem with the Greens, and with every other U.S. "third" party, is that they do zero work to build their party as anything except a protest against the two-party system, and then only run candidates, for the most part, for president. Because they have spent zero effort building a party, they have zero chance of winning a majority of votes in any state. And because we do not have direct election of the president, but rather Electoral College votes, which are awarded for any given state to the candidate/party who gets the largest number of votes in the state (with the minor exceptions of Maine and Nebraska, which award some of those votes by congressional district results, but the 3rd parties can't win those either), they win zero electoral votes. And all too often, starry-eyed idealist little shits think they can "change the system" by voting for a Green for President, always siphoning votes away from the Democrats and in at least some cases costing them victory in an otherwise closely; divided state. They are electoral spoilers under our system, and nothing they do will change that system. Jill Stein, Ralph Nader, and their ilk just help pave the way for the George Bushes and Donald Trumps of the world. That's it. Otherwise, a vote for one of them is just electoral masturbation: voting to feel good, not voting to actually affect the outcome or get a good officeholder.

"Take the bus?" That's a euphemism for butt sex I haven't heard before!

As long as it's hard and ready to fill me with cum I'll take it!

Love your Cock,,Sir

Check out bcdhotels.com. Most of the info you need there. I personally wear a jockstrap because I think bottoms should always wear one. My harness has never put anyone off but I wouldn’t go much kinkier than that. Cumdumping is vanilla fucking, just lots of it. For filming, just put it in your ad that it’s allowed and encouraged. Don’t expect to see it afterwards though, necessarily. Apps: grindr, BBRT, twitter, I guess scruff. Lube: whatever is your preference. You’re going for a marathon, get something you like. With luck you won’t need it as much once your hole gets cummy. I’d strongly suggest anon. Show your face on apps so breeders know who they’re fucking, but be blindfolded when they arrive. Don’t ask any tops for photos because it doesn’t matter. A cock comes through the door you take it and its load. Watch you don’t get robbed. If you have to have your phone out during it use a cheap burner phone.

It's a complex topic. As BootmanLA notes, "responses...will be all over the map." Our sex drive/libido has more than one source fueling it. For instanstance, there is gonadal production of testosterone, which tends to decline over time. Butt having sex also stimulates the vagal nerve and that affects mood centers of the brain: "There is preliminary evidence that vagus nerve stimulation is a promising add-on treatment for treatment-refractory depression, posttraumatic stress disorder..." [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fpsyt.2018.00044/full Then there's factors like this, which to me suggest that the more we have sex, the more we will want it. "Replicating past findings, no significant correlations between testosterone (T) and desire in men were apparent, but these analyses showed that the null association remained even when psychological and confound variables were controlled. Men showed higher desire than women, but masturbation frequency rather than T influenced this difference. Results were discussed in terms of challenges to assumptions of clear links between T and desire, gendered approaches to T, and the unitarity of desire." [think before following links] [think before following links] https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/22552705/ i'm being speculative here, but the above evidence to me suggests that the more one has sex, the more one's sex drive increases or maintains. i thought the second study was interesting in that the frequency of sex ("masturbation") with men was the driving factor over testosterone production. To me, this may in part account for the "all over the map" differences in our sex drives. To me, the implication is, the more we exercise the libido, the stronger the libido becomes, or maintains. And then there's edging lol.

My dad and his cock. It was the very first cock I sucked, drank from and took up my tight young boyhole. Over time I sucked and got fucked by so many cocks I can't even count, but dad's cock will always be the one that pushed me in to the best lifestyle out there.

Mark said oink this pig is learning fast. No pig your barber here has somewhere to go so we need to thank him and get out of his …hair. Still on my knees I said thank you Master John for shaving me down like the slave I need to be. Then I stood up and walked over closer to Trucker Mark; he smelt of cigar smoke and sweat. It was perfume to my pig senses. Mark asked where are the pig’s clothes? John said in his truck I guess. The eager fucker waked in here buckass naked. Mark replied sweet, then he can leave that way too. John stopped me though and said before you go you’ll want this. He took a medium butt plug down and slid it into my still dripping hole. You wouldn’t want to lose that load you begged so hard for pig. The plug felt awesome as he shoved it home. I thanked John for it, promising to return it soon. John handed my keys over to Mark and said have fun. We walked outside in the cool autumn air. It felt fantastic being outside naked, sweaty, hairless, greasy, and still very high. We got in my truck and started out. I knew it would be about an hour to Allentown, I looked over at trucker Mark and asked if I could blow him as he drove. Mark said hold off pig till I get on the highway. In the meantime, show me that pig hole and work your own nips. I lay back in my seat spreading my legs wide and working the plug in my hole. I alternated between my hole and playing with my nipples. I asked Mark if I could grab some clamps from my play bag. He said go for it pig, do whatever you want. I grabbed some tit clamps and fastened them on tight, hooking the chain to my PA. My dick was still unresponsive, soft, thick, and sensitive, not as small as it had been. I played with myself and with a little encouragement from Mark told him my story. I explained that I had never parTied before but was really hoping Sir Tom would teach me to be a chemmed up fuck hole. I confessed I always wanted to be a raw hole just taking any man that felt like using me. I dreamed of sucking my owner’s cock, face buried in his pubes while men I never even look at come up and mount my hole. Mark growled in appreciation of my pig talk, his had dropping to his ample crotch. Fuck pig lean over here and chew on my Levi’s. I was on him in a flash, thankful I had bought this vintage truck with the full bench seat. I chewed on that well worn denim savoring the smell of sweat, and dick funk. As I sucked and slobbered over Mark’s growing cock; instinct took over and I climbed onto my hands and knees, plugged ass pointing at the window. Mark told me to use my hands, or I’d never get those buttons open. I freed his thick uncut cock and savored the smell for just a moment before I began tongue bathing it tip to root. Normally I’d have been put off by the heavy dick cheese filling his uncut hood. Now reveling in my newfound piggishness, I savored it before working the whole thing down my throat. Time seemed to stand still as I worshiped this man’s cock. After a while he told me to take a break and drink some water, so I didn’t dehydrate. Sitting next to this fully clothed trucker, naked, legs spread wide, felt so right to me. I was a hole without rights and according to Master Tom available for any man to use. Mark said I should get my phone and check in with Master Tom. I texted my owner thanking him for arranging my safe delivery. In a few seconds he connected video. I showed him my hole and my shaved down cock and balls. It was almost midnight, and we were about 20 minutes away from Allentown. Sir Tom worked the evening desk at a local hotel. He said the night manager called out and likely master Tom wouldn’t be free until 7am. He said I should let him talk to Mark, and in the meantime get that plug out of my hole because he liked tight pig holes to fuck. I put the phone in the window cradle and put it on speaker for Mark. Then leaning back, I pulled the plug from my hole and feeling totally filthy stuck it in my mouth. I caught part of what Sir Tom was saying to Mark, something about keeping me busy till morning. Mark said no problem and signed off. He said Well pig we have a few hours to kill and Tom said I could help break in his new fuck toy. My ass tingled and I said yes please I need to show my appreciation for you driving me Sir. Good he said, now first things first. He reached into his boot and removed a small box. He flipped it open revealing a bag full of tina shards I think this pig needs a recharge. Yes Sir! What do you want the pig to do Sir? Take two large shards pig and work them into your cunt like a good fag! Yes Sir, thank you Sir Mark. Good pig now let them get to work. I leaned back playing with my nips and waiting for the shards to take hold. In a few minutes I moaned as the tina started to work its magic. You’re starting to feel it pig? Oh Yes Sir! Think you’re tweaked enough to please me pig? Sir, please let the pig take more Sir. Please get it as tweaked up as you want it to be Sir. Yea Pig, do two…no make it three more NOW! With shaking eager hands I pushed three more shards up my already burning hole. Thank you Sir, I said licking my fingers. May the pig take another Sir? Good Pig, I like your attitude, but that’s enough for now. Sir Tom says you’re new at this so those 5 shards are going to blast you into orbit pig. I leaned back feeling the rush grow over me. I looked at Mark and thought I’ll let this man do whatever the fuck he wants with me. My thoughts grew even more filthy and twisted as I felt the tina take control. Sir Mark chuckled and said now you’re starting to spin the way a pig hole should. Now while you’re still coherent I want you to log onto any hookup apps you have. I quickly launched Grinder BBRTS, ASSPig, and RECON. Good pig now change your profiles to 100% bottom, safe sex never. I complied and saved the changes. Mark asked what you don’t have an NKP profile?. I hadn’t heard of that site I said so he told me to make a profile, total bottom, bug chaser, yes to drugs, and upload some of tonight’s pics to the profile. Normally I’d be cautious about these things but tonight I wanted to expose my pig side so bad I made the changes he required. By this point the tina had me so fucking horned up. Mark said look at your fag clit pig. I looked down and my shaved dick had shrunk to a nub. I was starting to worry about what people would think when Mark said Perfect! Now everyone who sees that will know you’re just a tweaked up parTy fag available for use. Everything Mark said just turned me on even more. Fuck I was spinning out of control and ready to offer myself to fucking anyone. I just wanted Mark to see me being a total pig and feel his approval. As I sat in the car spinning out of control, I asked Mark if I could put on some cuffs and a collar, please? He said yes to the wrist and ankle cuffs, but I’d have to wait for Master Tom to collar me. I attached the leather restraints and then with an OK nod from Mark put on my 10# steel ball shackle with the hook points to attach the cuffs as needed. Mark then said sorry to cover up this work of art pig but put on your boots, jock, shorts with leather suspenders, and tank top. I got dressed in the car as ordered picking out my Tom of Finland Fuck Pig tank top. Mark whistled and said sweet! Were making a stop at the local bookstore. Leave your wallet keys and phone in the car. We pulled into the parking lot of a sleezy looking two story building. I got out of the car shaking with excitement and the tina. Mark walked to my side of the truck and it only took his hand on my shoulder to put me on my knees. There in the parking lot for all to see I looked up at this man and begged him to use me, share me, do anything he felt like with me. Mark pried my mouth open and spat in it. I swallowed eagerly, he muttered “almost there”. We walked into the front of the store. I looked like a thousand others, porn, toys, poppers up front and a door to the darkened back area. Mark seemed to know the clerk who looked to be in his 50’s and a bit overweight, they chatted a bit, the clerk said it looks like he had a live one tonight. Mark took the back of my neck in his huge paw and turned me toward to clerk. He said thank the nice clerk for the complement pig. I said thank you Sir. If you’d like to use me tonight, I’d be proud to be of service to you. The clerk grinned and said before you men head in back I’ll take your pig to the break room for a minute. I followed the clerk to a dingy break room where he pointed to a row of old lockers. You should just put your clothes and stuff in there. I’d keep the boots. I stripped off my gear, all but my jock, and said I was good. The clerk said suit yourself then fished out his dick which I started sucking in a flash. While I sucked his cock I felt him slide his hand down my back to check out my hole. I shivered as he fingered me. He said stay right there while he rummaged in a locker beside me. He soaked a rag in alcohol and wiped down my sweaty back. Then I felt a familiar burning as he fingered my hole. Finally, with his dick firmly back in my mouth he applied some tape to my back just above my ass. He rubbed it back and forth a bit then pulled it free. Meanwhile as I sucked the clerk’s dick I started to buzz even more. By the time I stood up I felt Oh hell fuck it and stripped off the jock. The clerk said that’s much better, then turned me to look in a mirror. Across my lower back just above my ass in bold black lettering was a temporary tattoo bearing the word CUMDUMP. With a smirk he sent me into the darkened back room. It was the standard arrangement of booths and gloryholes, dark and mazelike. I started looking for Mark when I saw a hot younger guy go into a booth. My hole took over and I went into the adjacent one and immediately bent over offering to suck the guy’s cock. He pushed it through the hole to me and I started sucking like a champ, slow then fast teasing the head then taking the whole shaft. I never though to lock the booth door, or even close it the whole way for that matter, so as I was sucking the college kid off someone came into the booth. I didn’t look up from the blowjob I was giving I just spread my legs for better access to the full service hole. I felt the stranger finger me a bit then the jingle of his belt as he pulled out his dick. I wondered if I should suck it to help him get hard when I felt his already hard cock press into my ass. I relaxed, spread myself wider and felt this anonymous cock slide into me. This was what I needed, no conversation about limits, or safe sex, just the obviously hungry hole up for grabs. My stranger rode me for a few minutes then without warning jackrabbited his load into my fuckhole. Before I could turn to give him a thank you cock wash he was gone. I smiled to myself and continued to suck the college kid. He eventually pulled back and whispered through the gloryhole ‘Did that guy just fuck you?’ yea I answered, would you like to fuck me too. He seemed torn and said maybe later. I stood up to see my booth door was wide open, Mark was standing there huge arms crossed over his now bare chest grinning like a cat. Hey Pig there you are, I see Gary (the clerk) has you stripped and ready for action. Let’s look around and see who’s here. I followed him like a hungry puppy looking at his massive legs and hard ass moving inside his jeans. He stopped at the intersection of two halls and pointed at his feet. I got the command and in a flash I was on my knees in front of him reaching for his open button fly. He gave a nod and said go for it pig. I pulled his uncut meat free and started working it for all I was worth. After a bit he pushed a bottle up to my nose and I huffed the fumes in deep, a second hit and I was back slobbering on his meat like a champ. I heard voices around me. Mark put his hand on the back of my head pushing his cock in deep. He then took a step back while holding my head so I had no choice but to come up off my knees bent at the waist to continue sucking. I heard the comments around me get louder, but still indistinct. Mark fed me more poppers and then forced his cock all the way down my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t want to push off so I tried to relax and just go with it. The poppers and the lack of air had me a little dizzy so I spread my legs way wider to have a steadier stance. That got a chorus of approving “hungry pig” and “fucking fag” from the unseen onlookers. In a moment a hand was checking out my hole quickly followed by a hard cock shoved in fast and deep. I held onto Mark’s legs for support and grunted with each thrust. Whoever the guy was he liked pulling his dick the whole way out then slamming it back it. Mark alternated encouraging me with ‘take it pig” and “fucking hungry fag hole” while continuing to feed me poppers. Eventually the man fucking me said he needed a break and wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled out and before Mark could say anything I spun around and started sucking the guy’s cock clean, all the while looking up at him trying to signal ‘thank you’ with my eyes. Mark had me stand and said before we co upstairs I need a smoke break. He led me out a side door onto a fenced off patio. He handed me a bottle of water saying sit on that table and drink this down. I complied, all the while looking at the other men on the patio. One was stripped down to a jock giving blowjobs to two guys who traded him back and forth. The other man 40’s and bearish kept looking at me. I wanted him to use me but didn’t know if I was supposed to stay with Mark. Mark saw my confusion and came to me rescue. He said I need to piss fag. On your back with your head over the edge of the table. I got into position then Mark hooked my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs and spread my hole for anyone to see. He then pushed his cock in my mouth saying don’t suck, just try to swallow. He relaxed and sighed and after a bit I felt him start to piss in my mouth. I’m actually a big piss pig anyway but his piss was so bitter and pungent I would gag every time I tried to swallow. I got a little down which pleased him, though I felt bad for failing. The other bear was watching this and came over. He asked Mark, Ok if I piss in your pig’s hole? Mark says go for it. The guy says something I can’t quite hear about his piss being potent but Mark just laughs. The bear works his semihard cock into me while Mark encourages me to stay still and relax my hole. In a bit the bear sighs and I feel warmth filling up my hole. Mark says yea fag, just a hole for real men’s fluids. Mark’s dick still in my mouth all I can do is nod in agreement. The bear finishes and Mark offers my mouth for use while he pisses in my hole too. They swap places and Mark pushes in forcing the piss and cum already in me deeper. As I feel Mark start to piss the guy using my mouth says in a few minutes this fag’s going to be in orbit. Through the fog I remember reading stories about chem piss and its effects. I just grunt my thanks around the cock in my mouth. Mark and the bear leave me laying there on the picnic table while they finish their smokes. My wrists and ankles are still linked together so all I can do is lay there ass clenched to hold in the piss while I fly even higher. Eventually Mark unhooks my restraints and tells me were going in to get rid of all that piss. He takes me to a grimy bathroom off the employee breakroom and tells me to force it all out. With him watching I shit out all the piss and a few clots of cum; other than that I was still clean. Mark grabs a toy from a locker and greases it up. He says we just need to be sure you’re rid of all the piss, fag. He takes the dildo that has been used who knows how many times by who knows who and power fucks me with it. Its not large but it helps void the last of the piss in me. When he pulls it out he says still clean pig, then remembering how I cleaned the butt plug back in the truck he puts it in my mouth. I suck it clean without hesitation to his comment of filthy fag. By now its after 4am and the crowd has left the bookstore. Mark says it’s time to get you cleaned up and over to Master Tom’s place. I ask, aren’t you going to fuck me Sir Mark? He says no pig, not this time. Sir Tom and I are good friends, and it just don’t feel right using his new toy before he does. Not to worry pig, I’m sure I’ll be getting a shot at your ass real soon. I dress and we head over to Master Tom’s house. Sir isn’t yet home, but Mark has a key. Becoming very business like he has me strip off all my gear. Then we share a long warm shower. I carefully scrub him and he uses some alcohol to remove my CUMDUMP tattoo. After he’s done, he leaves me alone to thoroughly clean out with the shower shot. I make very sure I’m completely clean for my new Sir, then venture out to find Mark relaxing on the couch. Mark says Master Tom will be home in about an hour. It’s not that they don’t trust me, but I’m a new guy and he’s not leaving me alone in Sir Tom’s house. I completely understand. With a gesture from Mark I join him on the couch, snuggled in close to his furry body and idly stroking my own newly hairless one. I stifle a yawn and Mark says we can’t have that. He loads a large waterpipe and offers it to me. I’m forced to admit I’ve never smoked before and don’t know how. Mark says Tom really did get a newbie the lucky dog. Since Tom only smokes, I’d better show you what to do. Mark takes a torch and carefully melts the fresh T rolling the bulb till it coats the inside surface. Explaining how important it is to keep the flame moving and never burn the T he takes a long deep hit. Holding it a second or two he blows a thick white cloud into my face. “Your Turn, I’ll work the torch” He fires it up and soon the white vapor starts to form. Start sucking pig, … no slower you need to pull in a good lungful. I keep inhaling as he coaches ‘more, more. Yea real deep pig’ I finally can’t suck in anymore when he says stop, now hold it till I say let it out. He keeps me holding it in for a long ten seconds while he takes a short hit from the pipe. Eventually he says OK blow it out nice and slow. I exhale a thick white cloud that covers us both. Before I can take a clean breath of air Mark has the pipe back to my lips coaching me through a second massive hit. Again, I hold it as I feel my heart start to speed up. This time he lets me breathe normally for a bit before handing me the pipe and torch telling me show him what I’ve learned. I carefully go through the steps taking a hit on my own. I relax feeling this new rush start to take effect when my phone chimes. It’s Master Tom telling me he’ll be home in 20 minutes or so. He tells Mark that if he thinks I’m trustworthy he can head out and thanks for the delivery service. Master Tom then tells me to start smoking the pipe he left for me and don’t stop until its empty or he gets home. I thank Trucker Mark for everything he did and that I hope he enjoyed using me as much as I enjoyed being used. He smiled then barked out “Get smoking that pipe fag” “Believe me, you’re going to need it when Master Tom gets home” Ssa Shaved pig eager to please

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I’m a big believer that certain foods materially affect the taste of cum. For instance, the old one that pineapple juice makes your cum taste sweeter is one I’m absolutely convinced of. That pineapple juice is one of my favourite things in the world is mere coincidence; I know I loved pineapple juice as a kid and I’m sure I noticed its effect long before I’d heard it from anyone else. Whether it’s psychosomatic or not, I’m long since being able to tell...and it’s literally now irrelevant: I believe it’s true so it is 😛

Hi, my name is Cody, and I had a perfectly good life until Steve moved in. My boyfriend and I have been living in our apartment looking onto to the pool, one of two apartments that did. The apartment next to use stayed empty for the first three months we lived there. My boyfriend Jeff was a little older than me at 26, 5’11 160 with 7 inches medium thickness. I on the other hand was 23 5’8 130 with 6.5 inches on the thin side. He was only my third boyfriend and the fourth guy I ever had sex with. I loved him and we were planning on getting married in a few years when I was out of school, and we were both making good money. We were happy and in love, then Steve moved in. Steve was older, he had to be 40 years old. He was 6’2 or 6’3 all muscled and had a couple tats. He would lay by the pool and sun bathe in his banana hammock, and he looks to have a big dick. I often would take a swim after class or during one of my online classes and Steve and I began a friendship. I found out that he was married and only here for three or four months until a project was done. He was on his second marriage, and he had two kids of his own and she had three. He loved to cook and would invite me over for lunch when I was home. The first week we laughed and joked around while my boyfriend was at work and Steve would leave around four each day to head to the offer and work till late. One day while we were sitting around, Steve told me how horny he was and that it would be a while before he could see is wife. He looked right at me and told me had had boys service him on long trips before and he was not asking me to but wanted to know if I had a friend who would help him out. I was hard instantly. I told him I would think about it and see if I knew anyone. He then said, hate to have asked you like that. It occurs to me that you and your boyfriend may have an open relationship and you may be interested. Think you are interested? I told him we did not, but I would be lying if I told him, it was not a hot idea. Okay, let me know if you have a friend, maybe just a hot jack off session today. Think that will work? I have some bi porn here let me put it one. Before I could even tell him no, he had the porn on and had dropped his shorts and he was commando. He sat on the sofa and started to rub his cock. He motioned for me to come over and I walked closer and when I arrived, he pulled my shorts off and then my underwear and told me to have a seat. I was rock hard. I sat there and kept watching his big dick and the move had two guys with huge dicks too. He put his arm on the back of the sofa and then he leaned in and said, jacking off another guy is not cheating you should help me out. I shook my head no; he then pulled his hand back around and grabbed my little rock-hard dick and rubbed it and jacked. Then he felt my balls, then back to my dick. He said see, that was not so back. I was supper horny, and I slowly reach out my hand to his half hard dick and took it in my hand and began to jack it. He moaned a little as he grew to by a fat eight and half inches. He told me to feel his balls and I had to reach over and lean in to do that. He rested his arm on my back pushing me down as he told me how good that feels, and I was just an inch from that big dick, and I gave in and opened my mouth and began to suck his dick. He told me how great that felt as he held my head. I was taking more and mor of him in my mouth and soon I got down in front of him and without looking in his eyes I engulfed his dick almost all of it. He sucked and jacked his dick like I needed him to cum and ten minutes later I was rewarded with a mouth full of cum. He told me what a good boy I was as he held my shoulders keeping me from getting up. Then he whispered swallow. I had his cum in my mouth and did not want to swallow but he held me there and I finally gave in and swallowed his load as he watched. Good boy! I got up and got dressed and shot out of his place as fast as I could. When I got in went straight for our bed and began to jack off and shot a huge load as I thought about Steve and his huge dick. I showed and cleaned up and waited for Steve to leave so I could come out. He knocked before he left, I hesitantly came to the door, and he handed me my phone. I had left in my rush to get out of his place. He then told me that it was an amazing blow job, and he would see me tomorrow for round two. He walked away and I quickly shut the door. I did not want to do that again, but my dick was rock hard thinking about it. In the morning I got up and tried to muster up the courage to tell Steve that I could not do it anymore, he invited me in and made small talk and walked around his in boxers with his big dick flapping around and I could nothing but watch as he talked to me. He grabbed my hand and took me in his bedroom, and he dropped his boxers and sat on the bed. I stood there a minute and then he reaches up, unbuttones my shorts and in one mothing pushed my underwear and the shorts down. Again, I was rock hard, he cupped my balls and rubbed his fingers on my taint, making me tingle all over. His finger got to my hole, and he rubbed it on my hole and my dick bounced. In his deep voice he said, take your shirt off Cody. I pulled it off and now I was naked in front of him. He asked me if I ever had anyone eat his little hole? I shook my head yes, only once. Oh yea, who was it? This guy hooked up with twice before I met Jeff. I love eating pussy and I do not have any to eat. Will you let me eat your little hole while I am here. I wanted to say now but my head involuntarily nodded yes. He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up and turned me around and I was soon straddling his body with my ass near his head and my mouth near his dick. He pushed my head down on his dick while his tongue circled my hole and darted in a little. I began shaking it was so hot. I never felt this way the first two times. He kissed and tongued my hole and ate me out for ten minutes and finally gave it a rest. He asked me how I like that, I told him reluctantly I had never felt anything like that before. He pushed my head back down on his dick and I sucked him while he played with my hole. He licked and used his fingers around my hole and then one slide in. It was like a lightning bolt as his finger slide in and out of my hole. I could hear him saying, sweet pussy. I just sucked his big dick. He then slid a second finger inside me. This one makes me really moan and my little hole was tight around his two thick fingers. I was leaking cum on his stomach, and he scooped it up and rubbed it on my hole after pulling out his fingers. There I was letting this hot man finger fuck me with my own cum as lube. He fingers were starting to go deep inside me and I pushed my ass back on them. He reached with his other hand and grabbed some poppers and handed them to me. He told me to use them, I uncapped them and began to inhale. I had not used them in a long time, so I was flying and soon sucking cock like a maniac. Steve worked my hole and soon had his two fingers all the way inside me. He was talking to himself it seemed or to my hole, telling the hole it was hungry, that it needed more, soon it would have more. He pulled his fingers out of my hole and pulled me up and flipped me around and laid me on the bed facing away from him. He quickly started fingering my hole and told me to keep inhaling. I did as he worked his third finger inside me. I was moaning, it hurt but the good kind. Soon he was working them in and out of me with more ease and he told me to hit the poppers again and as I was, he pulled his fingers out and pressed his fat dick on my hole and pressed and stretched my hole open. He held me he fucked me and ten minutes later he shot his load inside me. He leaned in my ear and apologized that he came so quickly. It has been a long time; you also have a very tight pussy. Here I was with Steve holding me, his cum in my ass and all I wanted to do is leave. I should never have come over, I honestly wanted to tell him I could not do this again and here I let him fuck me and cum in my hole. He held me and we fell asleep there. I woke up to him lubed up and his cock at my hole and he slide in and fucked me one more time and shot his load inside me and then said it is time for a shower. We got up and went to the shower and cleaned off. He leaned down and told me I had a hot mouth and an even hotter pussy. Then he kissed my neck and got out of the shower. I dried off and he had a drink for me when I hot to the living room. I grabbed it and drank it down and told him I had to go as I rushed out the door and back to my place. I again got on the bed and jacked my dick but this time I played with my hole and the cum inside it. I showered and cleaned out and unlike yesterday had my phone so I would not get an unexpected visitor today. My boyfriend came up home and he was sweet as could be and we had a great dinner and make love before going to bed. I could not help but wish Steve’s dick was on my boyfriend's body, that would be perfect. I worried a little that my boyfriend would notice that my hole was not as tight after Steve, but I fell asleep after a few minutes of worry. In the morning I picked the condom out of the trash and looked at all the cum inside it. My boyfriend shoots a big load too. Steve’s flooded my mouth, and it looks to be the same or Steve’s was a bit more. I ended up at Steve’s place every day for the next week meaning to tell him this was the last time, but he basically fucked me in every room, on every piece of furniture in his place. I would beg him to cum inside me. I looked forward every morning to my boyfriend leaving so I could be with Steve. Three weeks into this Steve told me he would be leaving in a few days to go visit his wife for two weeks. I felt like he was cheating on me, I hated that he was leaving. He told me his stepson would be coming down and staying at his place. He was out of work and staying at home with his mother, but he and his stepson did not get along, so this was a good trade. Steve grabbed my face by the cheeks and told me if his son Bryce gave me any trouble to let him know. Then Steve gave me our first kiss. I am going to miss you little guy. You are a great fuck. The next three days we fucked a lot, I had so much of cum inside me. It felt amazing. Then he left, I was moody and picked a fight or two with Jeff. His soon arrived later that night, he made a lot of noise trying to get into the place and Jeff went out to help him. I peeked out and the guy was hot, he was 6’ tall, blonde, blue eyed, sleeve on one arm and tattoos on his neck from what I could see. The chatted for ten minutes, Jeff returning to tell me that Steve’s stepson Bryce was here for three weeks. My Heart dropped, maybe I heard Steve wrong and he said three weeks not two. I tossed and turned that night and could hardly sleep. The net morning, Bryce was out on the pool deck doing yoga in nothing but his tight shorts. His body was ripped, and he had more tats and a pierced left nipple and the biggest basket in his shorts. I had to stop looking so I went back and did some schoolwork. Later he was at the pool sunbathing and I sat in a chair several chairs away, but in plain view of his big bulge and for some ready it looked even bigger. He introduced himself and said Jeff said your name is Cody. I have a good mate named Cody. How the hell are you mate. We made small talk and soon he asked me if I would put some sun lotion on his back, he always got burnt, it is so hard to apply. I said sure meekly. I went over and he turned his legs and bulge away from me and I applied suntan lotion to his back. Then he turned and straddled me and asked if he could return the favor. I turned around and he put lotion all over my back and my legs and he said with skin cancer on the rise you cannot be too careful. I was rock hard and did not want him to see it. He thanked me and I went back to my lounger and went face down. We were out there till late, and my boyfriend came home, and we went inside, we both told Bryce that we would see him later. The second- and third-day Bryce played out much the same, we had pool time, I watch his hot body and bulge and I could swear sometimes you could see his dick flex in his tight short. I woke up today, Bryce again was out at the pool and when I went, he said he was not going to sunbath right away. He asked me to help him with something in Steve’s place. I told him sure, I knew it as well as anyone. We went in and he grabbed a drink and poured me one. He said, I would like to get to know you better Cody. I started to tell him about me and Jeff, along with what I was studying in school. He listened for ten minutes and then he said, well that is not what I was getting at but that is all good to know. Oh, what did you want to know? I was more interested in your relationship with my Stepdad Steve. I went pale and clammed up. No need to go quit Cody, I saw it all on tape. He grabbed the remote and turned on the screen and Steve had video tapped a lot our fucking and my first blowjob. You know at first, I thought about sending this to my mother, his wife but on second thought I decided not to. What do you think Jeff would thing of the love of his life taking on old guys dick? I told Bryce that I would do anything. Cody, do you mean that? I could always give this to your boyfriend. I told him yea, I would do anything. Good Cody, he stood up and undressed and his dick hung seven or eight inches soft. Show me your oral skills. I said no, I cannot do that. I have a boyfriend is what I said but what I really thought was I did not want to do this to Steve. I really started to like him. Bryce said, fuck that. You were not thinking about your boyfriend when you were with Steve were you? If you do not get over here these videos are going to your sweet boyfriend. I walked over and got on my knees and grabbed his big cock and started sucking it. He said that a good boy as I got him hard, and he grew to at least ten inches. There was a point I needed a break as he was fucking my mouth and he said, never taken a ten and half dick before? I nodded no; well, you will be a better little slut after I get done with you. I hated hearing that, he said it with some disdain in his voice. Time to get back to work, is what he said as he grabbed my head and guided it to his monster dick. I gagged and choked on his huge dick for an hour, and he finally got it down my throat. He gave me a break and I wanted to run but knew better. I could hardly speak, when I did my voice was raspy. He laughed and said that will go away in an hour or so. Here is something to drink, I grabbed it and drank it all down. He then poured me a shot. He handed it to me, and I downed it. Then another until he had given me three. Then he said, take all your clothes off even your socks and follow me to the bedroom. The drinks were starting to kick in, I undressed as he commented on my body. When I took my shirt off, he said nice little chest and abs boy. I dropped my pants and he said those are not good underwear for you, I am going to through though away. When I slipped them off, you have a tiny dick. I love fucking tiny, dicked boys, turn around. Your ass is beautiful, but I already knew that. Then he grabbed my shoulder and led me into the bedroom. Get up on the bed! I got up and he turned me around and put me in position with my body on the bed and my head hanging over. He straddled my head and then slide his dick in my mouth and proceeded to deep fuck my throat. He started to moan and then pulled out and slapped my face, saying there you go trying to get me to cum. Boy, I will cum when I am ready, remember that. He then slides me around and slide my legs dangling off the bed and my feet on the floor. He straddled me and lubed up my hole and slide a finger, then two and eventually three. I thought about asking him for a condom, but I decided it was no use. Then he lined up his big dick and pressed it ins me. He did it fast and it hurt like fuck. I was not ready for it. I asked him to stop, my pain was evident, but he said boy I am only half inside you. This is going to be a long day for you if you do not relax. I asked for poppers, and he said those are in the other room in my bag. I pointed to the dresser, and he went over and grabbed the bottle. So, Steve was feeding you poppers. It is too bad I did not get your ass first. I bet it was wicked tight. You are still tight, but we will see what can be done about that is what he said as he tossed them to me. I want to explain something to you, Steve seems to have wanted you to like it and to enjoy yourself, but I am not into that. I will own your holes while I am here and use them anyway, I want. They are for my pleasure, and you are irrelevant except you have the holes. Understand? I nogged my head yes, he said use your words faggot, I said yes. Yes, what he said, you own my holes and can use them anyway you want. I went back to hitting the popper and he lined his cock up and put his weight into it and shoved his cock in me and he bottomed out at eight inches. He pulled out, he sounded disgusted and said I must break another bottom in. Het up on all four boy. He said stay there, he went and grabbed some impact and sprayed the rag and then put it in my mouth as he got behind me and he told me to breath, and she slammed into me and fucked me hared until he broke through the second ring. Then he continued to long dick me and as I came back to reality, I felt him deep inside me deeper than anything ever before. He was calling me a slut and a whore and fucking me hard and deep. Long deep strokes and twenty minutes later he shot inside me. He collapsed on my back and said tomorrow you will be a lot less work. I am going to shower and then you can get up and shower. Stay just like that until I come out. I laid there waiting and wishing had never met Bryce. He took his time in the shower, when he came out, he was sweet again. He called me babe and told me I could get in the shower. I showered and felt my hole, it was open but no cum was coming out, he shot it so deep. I cleaned up and toweled off and had to come with a towel around me to the living room. He came over and gave me a kiss on the check and took my towel. He had moved my clothes and told me we were ready for part two. I thought, fuck there is a part two. He said get that little dick over here. I turned and walked over to him. He pulled out a bag and started looking through it. He pulled out three cages and had a fitting right there. He found blue one that covered my cock from the front. He put It on me and had me step back and he took some pictures, then he had me turn around and get on all four on a chair and took more pictures before he told me to spread my checks and more pictures. I asked him what the pictures were for, and he told me that was noon of my business. He said you should not ask me stupid questions or any questions. You do what I tell you boy, fuck I though you understood your roll. We will have to intensive my training for you. Bryce stood up and pushed me to the bedroom and had me lay on bed the same way I was when he fucked my throat. I thought I was going to my throat fucked but instead he put his ass on my face and told me to eat. I had never eaten a hole before, I licked, and he said pathetic boy. Grab my checks and spread my ass so you can get your tongue on my hole. Do not make me slap you again. I do not want to leave marks, but you are pissing me off. I grabbed them and dove in and tongued his hole and licked and tongued it as best I could. This lasted for five minutes and then he turned around his dick rock hard right above my face and said, boy you look fucking hot with that little dick hidden in the cage. Every day you come over, you will be caged until you leave, do you understand boy? I said quickly yes! Then he said, I told you were nothing but two holes and now you are. Now boy, do you want your mouth hole, or your ass hole fucked? You may answer a question but not ask one is what he said as he held my neck. My ass Sir. I am not sure where that came from, but he liked it. Good boy, get up there on all fours. Take a few hits off the poppers for me and then I am going to rape your ass. He slid inside me and that hurt less than the first time and he slowly got all the way to my second ring. Closed again, he fucked hard the next five minutes and then impaled me and broke through. Holding my mouth as I screamed. Then he piston fucked me for another twenty minutes till he shot his second load deep inside me and climbed off. You are fucking whore; you will get better! Now get up and let me take that cage off you and got get dressed and take your cum filled hole back to your boyfriend.

I play quarterback on my university's football team. Im tall with a large frame, but I’m not fat (6’2, 230 lbs). Gym and practice are what I focus on most. It was only my freshman year, but I had played all throughout high school too, so I was well on my way. During spring break, I went home to visit my dad. We lived in a rougher part of town, so it had its fair share of shady types, but it was still home to me. Dad and I got along well. Typical guys. We talked about sports, girls, work, argued about politics. It never went anywhere too seriously, so we just ended up shooting the shit like we usually do. What I did look forward to was my dad’s new hot tub. Well, sort of new. He took it off the hands of someone who wasn’t using it anymore. It was later in the evening that we were going to try it out together. Neither of us owned swim trunks, but that didn’t matter. We’d just skinny dip since it was in the backyard and there was plenty of privacy. We set out a case of beers and were getting the tub ready. Just as we were stripped down and about to go in, there was a knock on the front door. "Ah shit, just a moment, Ryan. I’ll go see who that is." Dad threw on some shorts and went to answer the door. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, naked in the night air. I was dipping my fingers in the hot water and casually playing with my dick. I wasn’t trying to get it hard or anything. I just tend to play with it when I get bored or space out. Eventually, dad came back with company. "Hey Ryan. This is Mr. Wilson. The guy who gave me the tub. He wanted to take it for another spin." I looked over and saw an older man in his late 60s or early 70s. He was terribly thin and pale. He was bald on top with a gaunt face. He definitely fit the profile of one of the shady types. "Oh hey. Thanks for hooking my dad up." He walked on over and started getting undressed. I was used to showering with the other guys after practice, so being around other naked men didn’t bother me. "Nice to meet you, Ryan. Hope you two have been enjoying the tub." "Not yet, we were just about to jump in." I looked toward my dad. But he didn’t get undressed. "I can’t this time. I need to take care of a few things I forgot about. Plus, the tub would overflow with all three of us in there. You two have fun." And with that, dad left me alone with Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson was down to his underwear and leaning up against the hot tub on the opposite side of me. I figured I’d step in since I wasn’t waiting for dad anymore. I sat up on the edge with my legs dipped in. The water was hot but felt good. Mr. Wilson did the same. As he swung his leg around, I saw his dick. Damn, it was big. I thought he might have had an erection at first, but it was actually flaccid. I wasn’t interested in imagining what it looked like, but damn if I wasn't a little envious. We both sat down in the water at the same time. Sinking into the hot water up to our chests. It felt good. "It’s nice to dip in after a long day. Johny tells me you play sports?" He talked pretty fem. I could tell he was one of those flamboyant gays back in his day. "Yeah, quarterback at university." I grab a couple beers and crack them open. I offer one to Mr. Wilson, but he just waves it away, not interested. So I sip mine down and keep the extra near by. "I can tell. You’re a large young bull from what I can see." "I gotta keep the muscle mass up; it's good for tackles." "I’m sure you’re great at tackling. For me, it’s difficult to keep my weight up. I'm quite ravaged away, as you can notice." "Do you diet? Do a lot of cardio?" "I get my cardio in other ways, but I’m not thin from dieting. It’s standard wasting from advanced AIDS." That last sentence made me feel uncomfortable. The guy was sick with something pretty bad, but I tried to play it cool and not let it get to me. There was a large gay community near by, so I shouldn’t be too surprised. "Sorry to hear that man." "It’s fine. I’ve been on home hospice care, and it’s hard for me to get around. Which is why the hot tub is very relaxing for me. I hated giving it up, but the maintenance was getting too much for me. Too many wild parties kept clogging up the filter. But it’s nice to come by and take a dip every now and then. I can at least make the trip next door here." "That’s good, I suppose." "And my viral load is in the millions." "That’s pretty cool." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded impressive. Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow, like I said something interesting. I finished my first beer and was burning through my second. Mr. Wilson and I chatted about random stuff. Small talk. It went on for quite a while, with a bit more beer. As he trailed on about something, I was trying to act interested, but the beer was getting to me, and in my obliviousness, I ended up playing with my dick out of boredom. Mr. Wilson must have noticed because he started playing with his. It started to get semi hard in the water, and I couldn’t help but notice it getting bigger. "Hey Wilson, don’t take this the wrong way, but how fucking big does that thing get?" The alcohol was definitely making me less tactful. "Oh, this old thing? It can get up to 11.5 inches." "Woah really? Bullshit. You’re such a small framed dude. It can’t really get that big." "My condition doesn’t shrink my cock. If anything, the lack of body mass only accentuates my length more." "Oh sure, whatever, I call bullshit." "I can prove it." "Fine dude. Prove it." A ridiculous challenge. Now Mr. Wilson was standing up and playing with his cock in front of me, stroking it. I was chugging more beer, waiting to see if this guy was all talk or if he could really get his dick large. "Oh, I’m getting a little winded. I need to hold on to something." Mr. Wilson let go of his cock and put his hands on my shoulders. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, I just need a little extra support. Would you mind giving my meat down there a hand?" "I’m not gonna jack you, dude." "You’re not jacking it. Just getting it hard. It was your idea." He had a point. I did want him to prove it that he had an 11.5-inch dick. "Fuck it." I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it. "Yeah, just like that young man." His thing was getting bigger in my hand. It quickly grew to full length, with thick veins and his cock head poking out from his forskin. The tip was looking at me. "Yeah, that’s nice. What do you think? big hu?" His cock was definitely large. I could feel it throb in my hands as his hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his cock started oozing, and it was dripping down into the water. "He he he, shit man you were right. It’s definitely huge." I was laughing it off. My curiosity satisfied. I let go of his cock and it slapped down between my pecs like a hotdog in a bun. He slid it up and down like he was trying to slowly titty fuck me. "Now that it’s hard, what do we do with it from here?" I looked down at it between my pecs. He twitched it up towards my face, pointing it just below my nose. I thought this was just to prove he had a big one. I wasn’t expecting it to go any further. "Uh, I’m not gay. I’ve never sucked cock before." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wilson let his tip rest on my bottom lip. "I never said anything about sucking it. But that sounds like fun." I pulled away and got up, changing the subject. "This thing has jets, right? How do I get those on?" I was drinking more beer as I was bent over fooling with the control panel on the side. Then I felt something warm poke my asshole. "It’s this button over here." Mr. Wilson was leaning over on top of me. Reaching around to the proper button. "Uh, is that your dick?" "Oh this? Yeah, couldn’t help myself. Your large, muscular ass was too tempting not to give it a poke. Hope that’s okay." "That’s alright. Guys in the locker rooms dick slap every now and then, so a little poke doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’d be able to get into me anyway. I do legs twice a week, so my ass muscles would be too strong for ya." "Is that so? I could push in and you’d keep me out?" "Go ahead, try it." The beer was definitely affecting my judgment. Mr. Wilson grabbed his dick and started pushing towards me. I felt my ass getting pushed in, but his tip wasn’t making any progress. I was clenching tight. "You are tight. What a big mountain of meat you are." He started stroking his cock as he pressed up against me. "Let’s get some natural lube on that ass." I felt my ass getting slippery from his pre. He was digging around, getting me greased up, and pressing harder. "Push that hole out. Open up for me." "I’m not trying to let you in. If it can’t go in, it can’t go in." "But I’m an old man; I need a little help to penetrate your strong young ass. What if I do get it in?" His pushing persisted. "It won’t." "I think it will." "Ha ha. If you can get it in, then you can do whatever you want to." "Is that a promise?" I was still drinking beer. My buzz a full on drunk by this point. "Heh, I’ll do whatever you say if you can manage to jam that big thing in me." "Oh, I plan on holding you up to that. This old queen is going to pop that neg cherry." "Then do it, man." I rocked my ass back into his dick as he kept trying to push it in. His movements got more enthusiastic as he was stroking his cock. His tip trying to dig into me, oozing out more pre on my hole. I thought it was pretty funny, this skinny old fem grandpa attempting to fuck me. I would die of embarrassment if any of the guys from the team saw me like this. Bent over with some random wrinkly old gay dude digging into my ass. But we were well secluded in the backyard in the dead of night. So I figured it was harmless to let him have his fun. The beer was getting me cocky, and I decided to tease him. "Come on grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "Oh? You want this poz cock to fuck a load in you?" He kept humping away at me. I knew the guy had a dangerous cock, but I was confident in myself. I was rocking back into his humping. Mr. Wilson not making any progress on penetration. "It's not going in man. You’re gonna have to call it." Mr. Wilson stopped his efforts but reached over to the hot tub filter. "True, guess I’ll have to use something to smooth it along." He pulled out the filter and reached in the container, pulling out a handful of a globby yellow-beige substance. "What’s that?" I asked, a little disturbed by the sight of it. "You know, I’ve had many parties in this thing. The filter always gets clogged with cum and sex juices. I’m glad to know there’s still some left over." Mr. Wilson slapped a handful of the slime on my ass and stroked his cock with it. It felt sticky and gross, but I had serious doubts over how well that would work. "He he, gross dude. But hey, if you think that will help, you’re welcome to try again." "Spread your ass for me." I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Good, now push that hole out." I puckered out my asshole. Wilson smeared more goo on my hole. Then I felt a jab as he stuck a finger in me. "Oh shit, your finger is in me, dude!" His finger went in while pushing the tub cum goo in me. "Yeah we need to get your ass used to things going inside it. My finger is much thinner than my cock, so it went in no problem. How does it feel?" Wilson was finger-fucking me. It felt strange, but not bad. "It’s kinda weird." "Then let’s get more in." He then pushed another finger in. My ass felt like it was getting stretched a bit. The goo helped the process along. Then came a third finger. "Ouch, that’s getting tight. Think you can ease up?" He didn’t stop. His fingers kept digging into me and twirling around. "Just a moment. You’re definitely a virgin down there. But it’s starting to feel like you’ve been prepped enough." He pulled his fingers out and slapped more goo in my ass. He then repositioned his cock at my hole. It was coated in the cum goo. "Now push your hole open for me and spread your legs more." I did as instructed. He didn’t have any luck getting into me before so I didn’t think he’d be able to do it this time even with the fingering. He started to push. It felt like my ring was hugging his tip. Not fully keeping him out. But then I started to open up more with his pushing. "Oh shit. That’s really slippery." Wilson leaned down. Grabbed my pecs and whispered in my ear. "Such impressive muscles you have. I can’t wait to see how this disease of mine devours them all away." "What?" Wilson gave a hard thrust, and to my shock, his cock slammed all the way up my ass. My cheeks slapping his pelvis. "OUH! FUCK!" He actually got it in! I didn’t think he could, but it was definitely all the way up in me. He wasted no time getting to fucking. His massive meat drilling away at my insides. "What’s wrong, jock boy? Can’t handle this old man’s dick?" His assault was rough and hard. My guts were hurting, and I wanted him out. I was moving around. Trying to get out of the tub. I ended up stumbling out on the ground. Wilson’s cock popping out of me. "Wow, that was wild. I didn’t think you’d be able to get it in." I got to my feet rubbing my ass. Wilson got out of the tub and got behind me, rubbing my shoulders. His hard on poking my ass. "I recall you saying I could do whatever I wanted if I could get it in you." He rocked his hips around, sinking the tip of his cock between my cheeks and meeting up with my hole again. "Well yeah, but wasn’t that just a joke? You can’t expect me to let you fuck me." "Now now, you need to be a man of your word." He gave another thrust and popped his dick back up inside my ass as we were standing up. "Oh shit! I told you man, I’m not gay." The intoxication was making me feel wobbly. Wilson was happily fucking me where we stood. He then started walking forward, herding me back towards the house. "Doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay; my cock still fits nicely inside you. Damn, you are tight as hell. Let’s go in the house and have some proper fun." Each thrust made me walk forward, going further and further into the house. "Wait, dude, we can’t. My dad is in there. He can’t see me like this." I whispered. But it didn’t stop Wilson. "Then we will just have to be quiet. Where is your bedroom?" He was whispering to. As we quietly walked through the house, I was trying to lead him to my bedroom so we didn’t alert dad to what we were doing. That’s when I saw him on the couch in the living room. He was facedown on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his laptop. He was totally passed out. Wilson stopped us where we stood, his cock still inside me the entire time. "Oh, look at this. Instead of your bedroom, let’s go over there. We should spend some quality time with your daddy." He turned us around and was now ushering me towards my past out father on the couch. He was still only in his shorts and nothing else, snoring away. "No! I don’t want to wake him." "Then don’t wake him up." My dad was now just a few inches away from us. "How about you get down and pull those shorts off of him?" "Why? We can’t do anything like that." "You have to do anything I say, remember? If not, I could just cum inside you now. Do you want to get infected with my AIDS because of your insubordination?" "Fuck no." We both got down to our knees. Wilson never let go of me. Never taking his cock out. I reached over to my dad and put my hands on his hips, grabbing his shorts and slowly working them off of him, revealing his hairy ass. Dad also played football a long time ago. He had quite an impressive build from what I had seen in his old photos. But now he had gained weight on top of that. He was a mixture of muscle and chub. So his ass was quite large. "That’s a good boy. Now spread your dad‘s ass open and get your tongue in there." I couldn’t eat out my own dad‘s ass. That's sick and wrong. I had my hands on his large round ass; I didn’t want to spread it apart to find out what its greasy hole would look like. Wilson, picking up my hesitation, gave a sharp thrust inside of me, jabbing his cocktip deep into my guts, causing a jolt of pain. He put a hand on my back and pushed me down. My face plapping against my dad‘s ass cheeks. He hadn’t showered today yet. He was musky and sweaty, with a hint of BO on him. I didn’t want to do it, but the painful cock in my ass wouldn’t relent unless I did what this old troll said. I spread my ass cheeks apart, revealing a juicy, dark pucker looking up at me. God, it looked so masculine and grimy. That's where his shit comes from. I’m supposed to lick that? "Lick it or don’t. I’ll just have my fun back here." Wilson started going to town on my ass. Fucking me in front of my sleeping dad. His cock reached deep, sliding in and out of me. It hurt, but it was also strangely good at the same time. His pace was faster than before. He was really getting into it. "Oh God your muscular ass feels so good. You’re squeezing me so tight, oof, I’m not going to last at this rate. Fuck boy you must really want me to blast my poz cum in you." Wilson emphasized ‘poz cum’ reminding me that I was getting fucked by something that could absolutely destroy my life. I looked down at dad‘s ass, considering what I should do. Wilson fucking me hard. His hips slamming into my ass. "Oh shit boy. It’s coming. Either eat that ass or swallow up my AIDS… I'm good for either one. Oh my… oh my." Wilson was grunting and moaning. My ass felt wet and sloppy as he pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in. His angry cock was definitely doing a number on my insides. Sliding throughout my tunnels, working its way up to spew its toxic poison. I could imagine his cock head inside me. His piss slit opening on the plunge forward and closing on the pull out. I was staring at my dad’s asshole. One question in my mind. Get AIDS or commit incest?’ Out of desperation, I dove my face into my dad‘s ass and licked his hole. It was salty and bitter, but juicy and moist. I dug my tongue inside while his ass cheeks hugged my face. "That’s a good boy; enjoy the taste of your father's ass juice." Wilson’s fucking slowed down. He was no longer working up to orgasm but just giving me slow, gradual thrusts. I had an old queenie gay dude fucking me raw while I had my tongue deep up in my dad‘s asshole. It was like something out of a dark, sick, twisted porno. Wilson’s slow fucking was stimulating me in all the right places. I felt my cock getting hard. I was even getting used to the taste of my dad‘s ass. I think I was even enjoying the taste of it. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it while I was getting fucked. Damn, I really didn’t want to enjoy what was happening, but I couldn’t deny the old fuckers technique. "Nice, looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself there. Let's aim you up a little further." Wilson pushed against my hips, dislodging my face from my dad‘s ass. We repositioned further up, and now my cock was resting on my dad's ass cheeks. "Now how about you dig that young, virile meat stick into your dad's slobbered up hole?" "I can’t do that. I can’t rape my dad in his sleep." Both of us were still whispering to one another, although it probably wasn’t necessary. My dad was out cold. He’s usually a rock-hard sleeper, especially after he's been drinking. I’m sure he could get slapped in the face a few times without waking up, but I didn’t want to take my chances on him possibly waking up to see his own son‘s cock directed towards his ass. "Let me help you." Wilson reached around, grabbed my cock, and pointed it down between his cheeks. I felt my tip hit his hole. Fuck, it was so wet and hot. I felt myself leaking. Wilson fucked my ass harder and drove my hips into my dad. Each thrust plunged my hips forward more and my cock deeper into dad. His ass was so tight and hot. I could tell I was taking his anal virginity. Dad didn’t respond at all. He was still sleeping, unfazed. Gently snoring as the two of us were above him doing unspeakable acts. I didn’t need the assistance anymore. I was all the way inside him and figured I might as well start fucking. I drove my cock in and out of dad while Wilson fucked me. The cock up my ass and the hot, tight ass gripping my dick were driving me insane. Dad's ass felt so good. I’ve fucked plenty of pussy in the past, but nothing was like this. Holy shit, dad's ass was better than anything I’ve fucked before. I didn’t know if it was from my ass getting drilled or my first time fucking a guy's ass, but I was getting close to cuming. I could feel myself building up, and I was ready to blow. I looked down at my dad. His face in the couch pillow. I felt a little guilty over what I was doing, but I was overcome with the carnal desire to shoot my wad. I buried myself deep into his ass and my dick exploded. "Ah fuck.." I grunted and came deep inside my dad. My balls squeezed out a massive load. Several ribbons shot out my cock, working it’s way up inside him. "Beautiful. Such a naughty boy, molesting his vulnerable father." Wilson was still inside me, slowly fucking. His hard on never ceasing to calm down. The post-nut clarity was making me feel shitty but I was still drunk. I wanted a break. "Wilson I need to take a moment." I pulled my cock out of dad, and a small bead of cum dripped down his ass, the evidence of my evil deed. I got up off the couch and got Wilson out of me. He sat on the couch next to my father, stroking his cock. He was so skinny and frail in comparison to dad; it's hard to believe this guy orchestrated such a fucked up night. He picked up one of dad's legs and brought a foot up to his mouth. He looked me in the eye as he started sucking on my dad's meaty toes. Wilson's cock stroking sped up as his tongue laced between the toes, his moans euphoric. "I need to go to the bathroom." I hurried to the bathroom and locked myself in. I was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. What the hell was I doing? I let some old gay dude fuck me, and then I fucked my own dad? This night is so fucked up. This isn’t what I planned on when I came home. I felt nauseous, so I did what everyone does when they drink too much. I took care of my business in the toilet and rinsed my mouth out, brushed my teeth, and gargled a lot. I felt a lot better, but I was still heavily boozed up. I inspected my ass, and it was sore and sloppy. Ugh, no more cock going in me tonight. I need to send Mr. Wilson on his way. I staggered out of the bathroom to rejoin Wilson in the living room. But when I got there, Wilson was on top of my dad. He was violently slamming his hips down into him, fucking him. His cock going in and out of his freshly creamed ass. I saw my dad's cheeks ripple with each balls deep thrust. "Dude, what the fuck!?" My whispering voice getting a little louder. "Don’t mind me, Ryan. I’m just finishing up here." Dad was still out cold but seemed to be moaning like he was having a bad dream. Wilson had an evil look on his face as he raped my dad's ass. I stumbled to my knees and crawled over to them, putting a hand on dad's ass. "Mr. Wilson, pull your dick out! You can’t fuck my dad!" I watched his cock go up and down. His meat pole was glistening from all the juices inside, partially from my load I contributed. It was a horrifying sight to see such a long dick pulverize his defenseless, hairy, round ass. "I still need to cum. It needs to shoot in something. You didn’t let me shoot it in yours, so now I’m going to knock up dear old daddy here." "Please stop. Get your old AIDS dick out of him. You can’t give that shit to him!" "Then make a choice, Ryan. Either you sit there and watch me poz up your dad or you surrender up your ass to me and take my load." Is he serious? I have to choose? Mr. Wilson looked like he was getting close. I had to do something. I was too drunk to stand up straight. All I could do in the moment was watch this diseased creep plow away at my dad. I had to make a choice: save myself or save my dad. "Fine, fuck me." I reluctantly gave in. "Nope, not good enough. I’m too close to stop now, oh fuck, oh yes." I got on the floor with my ass up in the air, spreading my cheeks apart. "Fuck my ass Mr. Wilson. Come on, grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "If you insist. But first, before I fuck your ass, your dad has a dirty foot I didn't lick. Clean it with your mouth." I crawled over to my dad's leg and grabbed his large foot. It was dirty and smelly, but I didn't hesitate to get my tongue on it. I'm doing this for him. As soon as I started licking, the taste and smell brought back memories from when I was really little and would play with dad's feet as a kid. I felt nostalgic and warm. Dad's feet were making me feel good. "Oh, that's a hot sight, Ryan. Keep licking that man foot. Savor the taste. Fall in love with it, oh fuck!" I sucked dad's toes and ran my tongue up and down his sole. They were dirty but soft and smooth. I was surprised to find out how much I was enjoying it. My mind blanked out for a moment. "Yeah... lick that foot... suck those toes...oh! Shit! Here it comes, fuck! FUCK! AAAAHH....... .........ahhh ...... ohhh..." I snapped out of it and noticed I was no longer licking my dad's foot but Wilson's. His toes were in my mouth. Somehow he managed to swap out dad's foot for his. I looked up at them. Wilson stopped thrusting. He was still, his back arched, his boney ass pressing hard into my dad and making a contorted face. Then his clenched ass relaxed. "Ah fuck... fuck that was big...." I took Wilson's foot from my mouth and hurriedly repositioned myself, ass open towards him. "Fuck me dude!" Wilson pulled out and got off my dad. He quickly hurried over to me and immediately slammed his cock in me to the hilt. His fucking was as aggressive as it was with dad. He was grunting and breathing heavily. Taking the full length of his cock felt unbearable, but unfortunately, it wasn't quick. He took a long time to work up his shot. "Oh shit, here it comes. My toxic poz cum deep in your ass!" He slammed hard several times. "Oh fuck, fuck! Oooooooh yeah!" I felt his cock spasm deep in me. He was cuming inside me. Plow after plow, he shot his sick cum deeper and deeper in my no longer virgin ass. After several ribbons Wilson calmed down to catch his breath. "Ahhhhh. That was good. See? Things are so much better when you do as you're told." He slowly pulled his cock out. His tip still dripping cum on my hole and balls. I was scared. I took poz cum from this old creep. Fuck, will I need to see a doctor or something? I didn’t know what to do in this situation. "Fuck… my ass hurts." I rubbed my ass. My hand coated in cum and sweat. Wilson sat next to dad on the couch again. "Heh. This life is going to be pretty rough for you. I have a rarely aggressive strain. Most guys I fuck turn into me within a year or two. Guess your football career is done, he he he." He was rubbing dad's ass, casually fingering it, and sucking the juices off his fingers. I was only paying attention to every other word he was saying. My head was spinning. "Whatever dude. Just not my dad." Mr. Wilson chuckled. He reached between the cushions and pulled out a 300-ml marinade injector. The one dad used for marinading large briskets. He must have gotten it while I was in the bathroom. It was loaded all the way up with a murky, pale yellowish-brown jello substance. He stuck the tip in dad's ass and put his hand on the plunger. "What the hell is that?" "It’s the remaining cum sludge from the hot tub filter. Your father needs a good basting." "You can’t put that crap in him!" "He has far worse in him than this." "What?" "Oh, my dear boy. You were in the bathroom for a long time. I've already shot a load of cum in him. You walked in on me working my way up to a second load. And of course, while you sucked my toes, I shot a second load off." And with that, he pushed the plunger down and filled dads's ass with the rest of that foul stuff. "I think it’s time I called it a night. The two of you will have plenty to discuss in the morning." Wilson gathered his clothes and left us for the night. I was sitting there with a sore ass, looking at my passed out dad. His sweaty ass sticking up in the air filled with all sorts of cum from who knows how many guys. Mine included. I was scared for my dad. I didn’t want him to suffer for my mistake. I crawled over to him and spread his ass. It was sloppy, mucky, and beautiful. I didn’t think this would work, but the only idea I had was to suck on his ass like venom out of a snake bite. I planted my mouth on his hole and sucked. I used my tongue to loosen him up. I tried my best to drink as much cum out of him as possible. "Ryan?…. Is that…you?" Dad was walking up. I kept his ass firmly attached to my face, holding him tight. I kept eating him out. Dad was only partially awake and still drunk, like me. He was noticeably rejecting my efforts, but I wasn’t letting him up. "Just push it out, dad. Let your ass shoot it out in me." I continued sucking his ass. ‘Stay still, dad’ I thought to myself. ‘Let your son do what’s best for you, and let him eat the cum out of you.’ Dad was too out of it to stop me. But he did what I instructed. He pushed and filled my mouth with cum. I ate his ass all night. I had to be thorough.

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

They’re not going to realize it. The brainwashing isn’t a flaw in the concept of America, it’s a feature. The fundamental, founding principle of America isn’t a love of freedom - it’s a belief that a person can love both God and money at the same time. And that’s not possible. People strive to reach these shores because they’re drawn to the “shining city on a hill” like moths to a street light, lured by promises that wealth awaits them in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Haves (the Have-Nots live here too, but nobody likes to talk about them). Once they’re here they find they’ve simply entered a Capitalist (Capital ‘C’ Capitalist) meat-grinder, and they’re the meat. The only way the system can maintain itself is through constant bombardment of consumerist messaging, and endless reminders of Horatio Alger’s vision that a man could could rise to success in America on his own power. Har de har har. It’s a propaganda state so successful that even those who are aware of its nature aren’t immune from it’s effects, because what it promises ought to be true, and we wish so very, very much that they were. We want so desperately to be the kind of good, upright, reliable people we’re told we are, that we can’t bear looking in the mirror. So, no, we’re not going to un-brainwash ourselves any time soon. That would require a national wisdom we have not achieved. I always think of the United States as a 21-year-old nation in a room full of adult nations of mature years. That is to say, a naïve idiot with too much energy who thinks it’s immortal and knows everything. What happens if you give a 21-year-old a credit card with no spending limit? Exactly. For the New World is like Heaven And we’ll all be rich and free Or so we have been told By the Virginia Company. - From Pocahontas

Like champagne or coffee, cum was an acquired taste for me. I seriously did not like it. Little by little, however…

Daddy or BABY Gravy (and i get to be the gravy boat) Dick Slick for precum

Nothing hotter then a mature man with a high sex drive !!

😆agreed - show some love to small dicks and earn some good karma

This story is a fantasy of mine. It is also only the second story I've posted. I apologize in advance to the grammar police! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have been growing more and more bold with my sexual urges and what porn at which I look, which means I've been pushing my boundaries further and further. I've even been hooking up with random guys, however, not until the first time I was stealthed did I realize I wanted it bare. That realization led me to BBRT and Breeding Zone, where I chatted with a few guys, even getting to the point of planning a hook-up, but each time I backed out, afraid of the risks. After a handful of such failed hook-ups, I found myself chatting with a guy who was my approximate age, who seemed to be a nice guy. We got to know each other, and in the process he mentioned he was poz, which led me to tell him of the several instances where I had backed-out of hook-ups as my fear of being pozzed held me back. At that time we both went onto BBRT and looked at the guys with whom I had earlier been chatting. We discussed how hot the various guys were, and speculated what it would be like to get fucked by one or all of them. After some time of this we agreed to meet up have a few drinks and, if possible, to jack off together. That was something to which I could commit myself. On the day we had agreed to get together, he contacted me, asking if he could fuck me, assuring me, however, we would use protection. I agreed, but reiterated I was serious about playing safe. I showered and headed to his place. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell, only to wait a surprising amount of time, but when he opened the door he was clearly damp, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi, sorry for the delay," he commented as he gestured me into his apartment, adding "I was still showering when you rang. Let me make you a drink before I get dressed. Make yourself comfortable, where ever," he finished, gesturing vaguely at his Murphy bed, which was still open. As he stepped away, I stripped off my clothing, stripping down to my jock strap, in the process noticing the restraints which were fastened to the headboard of his bed frame. As I knew he liked bondage, I didn't think much of them, instead I focused on the bareback porn that was playing on his flat screen, jerking myself a bit just to get into the mood. About then he came back into the room, this time carrying two drinks - oh, and his towel had disappeared, and his rock hard, thick, cut eight inch cock was sporting a condom. Handing me a drink, he took a sip of his. "Already wrapped up?" I asked. "Yeah, thought it would put you at ease. I want you to understand I'm a man of my word." Honestly, his tone was so honest and relaxed I was quite relieved, and took a deep chug of my drink, which naturally went straight to my head, or so it seemed as I immediately felt the impact of the alcohol. Setting his drink down, and likewise relieving me of mine, he opened our session by kissing me as he also found a tube of lube and prepped my ass and his cock. "No foreplay, I take it?" "No, I just want to get right to it. I haven't had a good fuck in a while. In fact I've been holding myself back since we decided to get together." He then flipped me over slid into my hole. Fuck, his cock was amazing thick. It honestly felt like he was tearing me a new hole, almost as he was tearing me in half. Fortunately the drink, which was apparently even stronger than I had realized, dulled my response to a loud grunt as he hit bottom. Then he started to pick up his pace, pulling all the way out and slamming back in repeatedly. The pain gradually transitioned into pleasure, especially as my hole seemed to be getting progressively slicker. I was definitely enjoying myself, even as I seemed to be getting increasingly light-headed, but I do recall his comment "Ooops, looks like the condom broke. Want me to stop? I can't hear you. Maybe it's what I put in the drink. Oh, well. You're gonna love this!" When I came to the room was pitch black, so while I couldn't see anything, I could tell I was a bit groggy, and my crotch and ass felt wet and sticky. I also realized my hands and feet were restrained, and somehow it felt like a gag was wrapped over my mouth. He had apparently bound me face-down sometime after I passed out. Then his cock rammed into my ass. Not only was he still fucking me, but I could tell from the head of his cock on my cheeks that he wasn't wearing a condom. The condom broke? Was that was he said? He's poz! I thrashed about a bit, but to little avail. Not only was I bound, the gag was effectively muffling me. My helplessness must of turned him on more because he pounding even deeper and harder, tearing my hole apart. Then I heard a different voice remark "Ah, looks like he's awake! Just in time to take my gift too!" I panicked at the realization a completely unknown guy was fucking me, especially his use of the word 'gift'. I might not have known exactly what he meant, but I had good reason to distrust this situation. "I told you I'm a man of my word," the familiar voice said as he rubbed his cummy cock all over my face. "You lead all those guys on, telling each guy he could tear your hole apart and give you his load, but you always backed out. Well, now you can't, and you've already taken eight poz loads while you were sleeping. What's another ten (or twenty)?" I really started to buck, trying to get free, but the guy fucking me put me in a choke hold, slamming harder than I had ever before felt. "Oh, boy, you're not going anywhere. You said you wanted this ten incher to tear you apart, and that's what you're gonna get!. Fuck, I'm about to cum!" I burst into tears which soaked into the blind fold as I felt him give one last slam into my ass, deeper than anything I had ever before felt, his cock pulsating as he filled me with his cum, his poz cum. "That's it, boy. I saved that load for a few days - just for you." With that he withdrew, but before I even felt the fresh air on my ass, another cock had slid in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all I have time for now. If you want me to finish the story, just let me know. Thanks!

If the original author is still active on the site (which this one is), you clearly should ask him that! Regardless of whether he is or isn't (still active), the right way to do this is to create your own new story topic and start your continuation with a short intro that references the original piece and author.

I gobble as soon as it cums out, I like it warm going down in my belly, chased by warm piss👄

I would love to hear from other's about how you got started sucking cock. And what your preferences are. In my pre-teen years I experimented once sucking 1 time didn't know what I was doing. Got married at 19 became a father at 21 didn't even think about another's man's cock since. Into my mid to late 40s started having erectile problems. Found myself getting hard to gay porn and sex stories. Now as far as that goes still read or watch gay porn. I let one man try to suck me it done nothing. Eventually I was looking at this from a submissive bottom side. 2 to 3 years ago I found myself finally on my knees serving other men. My preferences is black cocks, I'm least likely to run into someone that might be in same circles of friends. I been sucking the same one for almost a year now. Although I have sucked others once or twice. Lately been having thoughts on having anal sex too.

Agree 100% with this post. Bottom's cock is totally irrelevant. My cock is the one that matters, and his role is to focus on using his hole to get me off. Nothing worse than a bottom that is j/o'ing themselves while I'm trying to fuck, and even worse are the ones that promptly cum and want me to stop. Bottom's with useless limp cocklets rule!

I would start off with a weekly goal of at least 8-12 loads per week. That is what my goal is and even if you fall short, you are still getting fucked and filled regularly.

Might be good for guys who get a bad stomach from the pills, or who want to keep their PrEP use discrete and can't have pills around the house. Great for a holiday too, no worries about loosing the pills or forgetting to take them, or whatever, just go and have fun!

This is mine. A lot of people like it and my boyfriend loves it

This is extraordinarily hot, the feel of the embers and hot cum... ooof

I usually say cum but I looked up a couple list to see if there are any good alternatives. I condensed them a little to remove some redundancies so this is not all, but here are 100+ Synonyms and Euphemisms For Cum: Baby Batter, Ball Barf, Body Spray, Bone Sauce, Bonk Juice, Boy Butter, Buttermilk, Choad Nectar, Clam Sauce, Cock Drops, Cock Snot, Crack Wax, Cream, Crud, Cum, Custard / Pudding, Daddy Sauce, Dick Spit, Dutch Oyster, Dong Water, Ejaculate, Erectoplasm, Face Cream, Fish Dip, Fructis, Fun Gel, Gentleman’s Relish, Goo Glue, Happy Trails, Hemulsion, High Fructose Porn Syrup, Honey, Hot Dog Water, Jam /Jelly, Jamba Juice, Jism, Jizz, Layonnaise, Legnog, Letch Water, Liquid Silk, Live Cultures, Load, Love Liquor, Love Mayonaise, Man Chowder, Man Foam, Man Jam, Man Milk, Man Seed, Man Juice, Monkey Juice, Nobslurry, Nizzle-Drizzle, Nut, Nut Butter, Oil of Man, Oil of Ulay, Oinkment, Ointment, Onward Christian Soldiers, Oyster Droppings, Pale Marmalade, Pearl Jam, Penis Colada, Pole Milk, Population Paste, Prick Liquid, Protein Shake, Pube Lube, Raunch Dressing, Salted Yogurt, San Francisco Treat, Satchel Syrup, Schlong Jelly, Seed, Semen, Slime, Snake Spray, Spaff, Sperm, Spermies, Spew, Splooge /Spooge, Spratz, Spume, Spunk, Spurt, Squirt, String of Pearls, Taco Sauce, Tadpoles, Tail Juice, Throat Yogurt, Trouser Gravy, Wad, Wang Pus, Wank Paste, Wiener Sauce, Wet Paint, White Gold, White Ribbon, Willy Milk I can't wait for the opportunity to drop "raunch dressing" into the conversation.

Had one of my regular married buds come through this morning and fuck my throat nice and deep. Sucked him nice and sloppy for a good 45 minutes before he was finally ready to blow. Little bummed that I wasn’t able to taste the load, but still LOVE LOVE LOVE that feeling of him taking me by the ears, and jamming his cock all the way down my throat until my nose is shaking hands with his bush and he’s pumping a thick load down my throat. love being a slut

Honestly, I could care less about taste. Just put a belt around my neck and pin me up against a wall or hang my head off the bed and just go to town on me..write cumslut on my forehead and spit in my face like a real man then get to fucking my throat like you own it until you’re ready to fill me up with that ball butter 🤤 Fucking shit I a need cock right now

Just the original first part of the story..... it will continue though.... The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind. Without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall. I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny. I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young. A twink with no body hair at all. 18 years would be great, but not older than 21. It was around 6 pm and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head my way home, when I saw this blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a written sign up ‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there” the guy said politely. “Going north…. ?” he asked with a tired look. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland” I explained. “That’s rocking…. any distance will help me.” He answered, staying still at the passenger’s side. I got out of my car and told him he could hop in. I opened the trunk to stow his backpack in it. I watched him running to his property and felt my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk . After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “Daniel – and yours? “My friends call me Scorpion” I grinned. He laughed and told me that liked that. “Nice to meet you Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride” he smiled openly at me and flashed his perfect set of teeth. “How long did you wait there, next to the street” I wanted to know. “Man, I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch….” he complained. “Yeah… I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “I am thankful that you took me in, at least I am getting closer to my home now” he mentioned again. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel told me he was 18 years now. He just celebrated his birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seatbelt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt. Again his jeans lowered so much, that his cheeks were truly visible. He reappeared from this hot position and handed me the water. “You’re thirsty too?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he took the other bottle from the back seat. I knew there was one left, since it was a bottle that was spiked with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon and my cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to mind, that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. He had drunk half of the bottle probably. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I stopped the car. There was no other car in sight now. I grabbed the bottle out of the boys crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a cloth and started pressing and rubbing against Daniel’s crotch. While holding the cloth I was feeling the guys dick up very good. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I told him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat I was just touching the boys crotch right now. The cloth went to the back seat and I massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you” I said and started the engine. I wanted to each the next possible abandoned place and since I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I’ve looked at my new toy and thought…. ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again...’

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 13 (The Week - Day 5) I craned my neck to look into the bathroom mirror and see my backside. The Sharpie had faded some, but I could still see the words CUM HOLE #2 on my smooth, tight ass cheeks and the 29 hash marks on the back of my shoulder. I had woken up and The Beast was already out of the house. Well, it WAS almost noon. I figured he went to the gym or to run errands or something. I took a long hot shower, spending extra time scrubbing at the Sharpie, getting most of it off. As I was drying off, I heard The Beast come through the front door, and I heard voices with him. I wrapped my towel around my waist and came into the living room. The Beast had his shirt off and there were two guys with him, each one sucking on a nipple and licking up into his armpit. They looked up as I entered the room. “Oh hi…” said the shorter one. Through his shorts you could see the thickness of his cock and the tight bubble butt that would soon be getting filled. He was covered in thick muscle and had dark eyes and hair. “Hey,” added the taller, leaner one. Although not as thick, his long cock had defied his underwear and I could see his head out of the left leg of his shorts. He wore a tank top and his arms (and I would assume the rest of his body) were covered with long, defined muscle. He had blonde hair and green eyes that exuded sex. “I’m Chris, this is my boy friend, Vince.” I began to introduce myself, “I’m—” “Just leaving,” The Beast cut me off. “Grab me some food and a coffee while you’re out. Take your time.” “He doesn’t want to join?” asked Vince. “Naw, he’s poz,” The Beast told them. Chris looked at me and sighed, “Oh, sorry. We only play with neg. You’re hot though.” I was slightly taken aback and that’s when I noticed The Beast’s old-fashioned jock strap with the really thick waistband peaking above his shorts covering his tattoo. He was planning on fucking with it on. I shrugged and headed into the next room, dressing quickly, grabbing the car keys, and heading out for a while. I went to the gym and worked out before grabbing the food and coffee. When I came back about an hour and a half later, they were still going at it in the living room. The couple was bent over side-by-side, using the back of the couch to brace themselves and kneeling on the cushions. They were both sweating profusely, passing poppers back and forth, and looking like they were trying to finish a triathlon. The Beast was behind them, jock strap clad, going back and forth between their holes. Now that they were naked, I could see just how hot both of their bodies were. Vince had really hairy legs and a nicely trimmed chest, but his ass was smooth except for a amazingly hairy crack. Chris was absolutely hairless. The Beast plunged into Chris who grunted and crunched his face. “Take that raw cock, you filthy cunt!” The Beast yelled at him. “You like that, bitch?” “Yes!” answered Chris through a groan. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” The Beast egged him on, slipping a couple of fingers into Vince causing the short stud to buck and moan. Chris remained silently, just whining on The Beast’s dick, hoping that would appease him. I knew better. “Answer me,” he pounded deeper into Chris. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” Chris and Vince looked at each other, both having their holes used in different ways. The Beast continued, “Okay, let me ask your boyfriend this…Has this bitch ever made this much noise or been this into getting fucked by you?” Vince looked upset, “No…” “Do you think he likes my cock better?” The Beast asked Vince. “Yes,” Vince replied with a crack in his voice. “Baby, no…” Chris said, wincing through a couple of violent thrusts from The Beast. “I love you.” “That wasn’t the fucking question, cunt.” The Beast interjected, “I didn’t ask if you loved me better. I asked whose cock was better? Now it’s your turn to say it out loud ‘cause your boyfriend already knows the answer. WHOSE COCK IS BETTER??” he demanded, really digging into Chris’ pusssy. This pushed Chris over the edge and he yelled out, “YOURS! Oh fuck, your cock is better than Vince’s!!” Satisfied, The Beast pulled his slimy cock out of Chris’ twat and pushed it into Vince’s waiting hole. Vince let out a few labored breaths still thinking about his boyfriend enjoying another man’s cock more. “How do you feel about that, faggot?” asked The Beast. “You okay knowing that your boyfriend likes my dick more? That when you fuck him, he might be fantasizing that it’s me again? That he’ll be craving more cock than you have to offer?” “No!” grunted Vince trying to process this and keep up with his fucking. “I hate it. I hate knowing that he’d rather get fucked by you.” “Tough shit, cumhole,” The Beast taunted and pulled out of Vince and back into Chris. Quickly, he plunged into one hole and then the other 5 or 6 times before he said to Vince, “I’m gonna’ cum in your boyfriend.” “No,” begged Vince, “I don’t even cum in him. You said you would pull out.” “I lied,” said The Beast. “Unless this bitch wants me to pull out,” he addressed Chris. “I’ll pull out if you want me to, but you have to say it. If you really don’t want to feel this cock that you love empty itself inside of you, you let me know.” I watched Chris struggle with his desires as Vince continued to beg, “Don’t do it. You always make me pull out. Don’t let him.” And then he turned on The Beast, “Pull out of him. He doesn’t want it.” “He has to tell me,” The Beast said. “You want me to pull out of your cunt? Or do you want it?” Chris was grunting and looking at Vince and then over his shoulder at The Beast plowing into him. He looked one more time to Vince, “I’m sorry, baby.” Vince started to cry as Chris began bucking back on The Beast, “I want it, yes! Fuck it into me! Give me your load! Use it up and seed me!” “Fuck yeah! You’re letting me use your ass like your boyfriend can’t! Gonna’ drop my load in you and send you home with him with my seed dripping out of your slutty cunt! FUUUUUUCCCKKK! TAKE YOUR BREEDING!” The Beast pounded and pounded as he came into the unknowing bottom. As Vince kept begging him to stop, which was futile now, Chris screamed and whined as his cock twitched and he shot all over the couch without touching himself. Before the cum was finished dripping from Chris’ dick, The Beast slipped out of his cum-soaked chute and grabbed Vince by the hair. With a yelp, The Beast pushed Vince’s face to Chris’ dripping cunt, “Clean up my mess, pussy boy.” Crying, Vince lapped up the poz semen being expelled by Chris’ ruined hole. Despite his humiliation, Chris was jerking his cock like mad and finally pulled back from Chris’ ass, his face covered in ass juice and cum, and blasted a load all over his own chest and face. The couple collapsed, breathless, and The Beast said, “I’m gonna’ get a shower. Show yourselves out, boys.” The couple looked a bit shocked as The Beast strode down the hallway and into the bathroom. I made my way to the kitchen and set The Beast’s food and coffee on the counter as the couple silently got dressed and left through the front door, avoiding eye contact with me. The Beast came into the kitchen, showered and dressed, looked at the cold coffee and food and said, “I’m hungrier than that now. You wanna’ go with me to get some food?” “Sure,” I smiled. Although he only allowed me a smoothie, we had another great conversation. We even talked about sexuality and coming out. Granted, he called me a “cumdump” and a “bottom bitch” a couple of times during that conversation, I had a really great time. When we got home, he told me we were going to do some lawn work before going out that night. There was something so sexy about working side by side him, shirts off, keeping up with his penchant for manual labor. Around 6 o’clock, he said, “Okay, you should go in and clean out and clean up. We should head out in about a half hour or forty-five minutes.” “Yes, sir,” I said as I finished what I was doing quickly, and padded towards the house. After douching my twat and putting on a jock strap and some shorts and t-shirt, we both got into his car and headed out into tonight’s adventure. It was a long drive, heading towards another neighboring city, but we headed to the outskirts. It wasn’t until we were driving slowly down a dirt road that I realized we were heading to the old penitentiary. It hadn’t been used since sometime in the 90s and although the fence we were passing through said NO TRESPASSING, the gate was wide open and the chain lay useless in the grass next to the road. There were several cars already in the parking lot. I noticed lights through some of the windows as we pulled in next to a nice looking sports car. “Come on,” The Beast growled as he got out of the car. I followed him to the entrance where there was a sandwich board with a logo on it depicting a jockstrap with a biohazard symbol on the crotch. The title head read TOXIC JOCK CLUB. What the fuck? The Beast pushed through the door and lead me down a tiled hallway, familiar with the layout. We reached another door and we went inside where there was a hot guy in his mid-30s with a crew cut. He wore a skin tight white T-shirt and a jockstrap with the biohazard symbol on the crotch. “Hey Brent,” The Beast greeted him. “Hey buddy,” Brent replied. “This the kid?” “This is him,” The Beast nodded. “And he’s still testing neg?” asked Brent. “As of last week, yeah,” confirmed The Beast. “Okay, cool.” Brent turned to me, “Okay, sign here, kid.” I looked to The Beast, who simply said, “Do it.” As I signed what I can only assume was a release, Brent passed The Beast an envelop, “Count it if you want, it’s all there.” “That’s not necessary,” The Beast said as he tucked the envelop in his jeans. Brent took the paper from me and said, “Follow me, boys.” He led us through a series of offices, clearly used by the staff to enter the inmate population. Before I knew it, we were walking through a tiled corridor that emptied into an extremely large group shower room. On one side of the shower room, there were a series of tables, each one with a hot guy sitting behind it dressed in the same skin-tight white t-shirt and biohazard jock. On the other side of the room, was a rubber fuck table amidst the drains and shower heads. There was a shower douche connected to one of the shower heads. Each table had a small placard hanging off the front. The placards read: INDIRECT DONORS $25 DIRECT DONORS $75 DOUCHE DONORS $35 BOTTOM DOUCHE DONORS $45 TOP DOUCHE DONORS $50 Each table had a small lock box on top and each of the hot jocks was counting their banks. It was too much to take in and decipher. And before I had a chance, Brent too me by the arm saying, “Come this way, let’s get your shit into a locker.” I stowed my clothes in a locker and was lead back to the rubber table in just my jock strap. I saw The Beast in the corner, chatting with one of the table jocks. He threw a wink in my direction, which for some reason settled my nerves slightly. Brent said, “Get up on the table. The members should be getting here soon.” I climbed up on the table and only had to wait about 5 minutes before other men started arriving. They were all built jocks, but the new arrivals didn’t wear the uniform. They wore just regular street clothes as they approached the different tables. I’m guessing the Jocks were explaining what each table and accompanying expense got them. Money was exchanged and the men were handed a key to a locker where they could put their clothes. As the men returned naked, each one ripped and muscular. This club was serious about it being jocks. They varied in ages, size, and hairiness, but they were all jocks, all athletic and muscular. I could barely keep up with what went on and the things that were done to me. Each man had a wrist band that coincided with the table labels. A tall stud with a distinctive baseball build took my ankles in his hands and held them up as he plunged his tongue into my cunt. I moaned and saw that his wristband said Direct Donor. I looked down my body at this gorgeous face buried in my pussy and saw the biohazard tattoo ripple on his huge pec. He was slobbering away at my hole as a tall lean black guy in his early 20s saddled up to my face and fed me his long 9 inches of uncut cock. Meanwhile, I saw a bunch of guys near by jerking off as they watched the activities. All of them had on wristbands that said Indirect Donor. In the other corner were two jocks, a bit on the twinkish side, standing and waiting. Both of them had on wristbands marked Bottom Douche. My brain was reeling enough, but then another Direct Donor – a hairy guy with a football build – shoved some poppers under my nose and I really began to fly. Just then the baseball stud pushed his dripping cock into my waiting hole. He had done a good job of warming me up and I sucked on his large dick with my cunt, moaning loudly. “Yeah, you need some dick, bitch?” he asked. All I could do is nod with the black cock in my mouth and moan. As the baseball stud fucked my cock socket, some of the Indirect Donors began shooting off, collecting their jizz in a sizeable plastic beaker. I couldn’t make sense of any of this. Where was I? What were these people doing? Just then some Top Douche guys approached the two twinks and began fucking them in the corner, the twinks moaning and whining about how much they wanted the tops’ loads. More Direct Donors arrived just as baseball stud dumped a huge load into my ass cunt groaning loudly and shouting, “Take that toxic cum, you neg whore!” I snorted and squeezed my ass, welcoming his poison. The black guy kept fucking my throat as another stud took the baseball stud’s place between my open legs. The new dick was thick and veiny and connected to a short, tight Italian stud that I would guess was a wrestler. His muscles were thick and compact, his arms sizeable and sporting a biohazard tattoo. He liked to punch fuck with his meaty cock and he got a big sound out of me every time his thick fucker stretched my cunt walls. I heard loud grunting from the corner and turned my head, dropping the black cock in my mouth, and saw one of the top’s ass convulse as he loaded up one of the twinks. Another Direct Donor took this opportunity to replace the black cock in my mouth with his own. A nice 8X6 owned by a lean, swimmer guy with a face like Channing Tatum started skull fucking my willing face, the biohazard tattoo on his pelvic bone slapping into my forehead. More of the Indirect Donors came into the beaker as Wrestling Stud pounded into me harder and harder, grunting and saying, “You like that thick cock, pussy boy?” “Yes, sir,” I garbled through the cock in my mouth. “You want my load in your cunt? Huh? You want my babies in your pussy? Here you go!!!” I felt his dick balloon and shoot thick HIV cum deep into my hole, making my insides spasm and shake with orgasm. He pulled his cock out and switched places with the Swimmer Stud saying, “Clean your filth off my cock, bitch.” I slobbered on his knob as Swimmer Stud slid his cock into my sloppy mancunt. As this happened, I noticed a few things. First, The Beast had Brent bent over in the far corner and was eating out his beautiful granite ass. My face flushed with jealousy. Also, the twink that had been cum in was heading to the shower douche and the Toxic Jock that was manning the doorway to the lockers grabbed some sort of funnel tube and headed toward me. The Swimmer Stud fucked me violently as the Toxic Jock approached saying, “Okay, free up his mouth.” The Wrestling Stud pulled his wet cock from me mouth and positioned my chin straight up in the air. The Toxic Jock placed the end of the tube in my mouth telling me, “Okay, get ready to swallow as much as you can. Do NOT take the tube out of your mouth, that’s what we paid your pimp for, got it?” I heard the shower and saw the twink shoving the shower douche up his ass, taking a gush of water into his asshole. I nodded slightly as not to disturb the tube. I looked up at this thick tube about 18” long. It looked like the tubing that you use in a hamster cage, but at the top was a large funnel. Swimming Stud kept fucking me as if he didn’t even notice all of the paraphernalia being applied to me right now. That’s when the twink came over, climbed up onto the table, and hovered his ass over the funnel. My eyes got big as the Toxic Jock said to the Swimmer Stud, “Just keep fucking him, keep fucking him.” The twink let loose with all of the water and cum that he had inside of himself, shooting it into the funnel. All of it flushed down into the tube and into my mouth. I struggled to swallow as fast as I could, tasting ass, semen, and water, but it was impossible and the water shot out all sides of my mouth like a geyser. I sputtered and coughed, laying there in a puddle of cummy ass douche, my hair soaked with it. This made Swimmer Stud start to shoot off in my cunt making me have my second orgasm. More men had arrived, and as the Black Stud stuck his dick in my cummy hole, two huge muscle jocks went over to the shower douche, wristbands simply labeled “Douche.” The Toxic Jock stayed with me, ready to position the funnel tube again as the first muscle jock stuck the shower douche up his ass. The Black stud started taunting me, “Look at you, drowning in ass pour, you filthy cunt. You like this, don’t you? Used by real men? Even the bottoms are using your mouth as a fucking toilet.” The first muscle jock came over and climbed up on top of the table. The Toxic Jock inserted the tube into my mouth and I held it in place as the muscle jock flushed out his bloated insides. I later found out, the Toxic Jock Club has a very strict rule for all those participating in the douche…they’re expected to be clean. No scat play in the Toxic Jock Club. The clear liquid expelling from his muscular ass rushed into my mouth and nose. I choked and gagged as I tried to swallow it all, once again failing as the excess volcanoed out the sides of my mouth all over the table and my head and chest. I couldn’t think of anything more degrading and I LOVED IT!! The place was hopping now! There were more Bottom Douches waiting in the corner to get creamed so they could douche and feed it to me through the funnel tube. There was a line waiting at the shower douche. I never went more than a minute without a new jock ass flushing my mouth with a gut full of water. All the while, I had a steady stream of thick, long cock plugging my cunt, filling my ass with toxic jizz and giving me internal orgasms. Not to mention, a crowd of onlookers constantly jerking off and adding to the plastic beaker of jizz. Apparently, each jock paid once for what he wanted to do but he could do it as many times as he wanted. If he wanted to switch activities, he had to pay again. As I was getting stretched by a thick 7 incher owned by a shredded Runner Stud, I heard the tables being taken down. The room was pretty crowded by now with all of the activities still so things certainly weren’t ending, but the Toxic Jocks joined the fun. Brent was first, douching and flooding my mouth with what I can only guess was The Beast’s cum mixed with water. The other Toxic Jocks took up the position of Direct Donors and took turns depositing their swimmers in my boy cunt. One more gorgeous than the other, muscles ripplings, each with a tattoo in some sexy place announcing their toxicity to whoever dare get them naked. Their large cocks ripped into my rectum, ravaging my already torn insides. So many internals, so much cum shot into my stomach via my cunt, so much slapping and smacking of my chest, stomach, and ass cheeks. And of course, during all of this, the funnel tube kept getting put into my mouth hole periodically and I was once again drowned with a douche being shot out of some guy’s ass hole. Once everyone was spent and satisfied with how they had abused my holes, the most handsome of all of the Toxic Jocks, Jake, went over to the crowd of Indirect Donors and asked, “Is everyone’s offering in?” They all murmured and nodded. He picked up the large beaker of sperm. This thing must have had almost a liter of poisonous semen in it. Jake brought it over to my body as Brent and another Toxic Jock each took an ankle and hoisted them back towards my shoulders, exposing my dripping cunt to the room. The keeper of the funnel tube removed the funnel from the mouth tube and lubed it up. Another Toxic Jock pressed the poppers to my nostrils, allowing me to inhale some extra big huffs, as the funnel was pushed into my gaping cunt. I strained my neck to watch Jake through my contorted legs. He tipped the beaker, pouring the collection of semen into the funnel in a steady stream. I tingled all over as I felt the slimy tub of man cream coat my insides, soothing sometimes, stinging other times. I moaned and whined watching and feeling all those different cumloads get poured directly into my cunt. The guys were cheering Jake on and making nasty comments about how trashy I was and all I was good for was bugging up. Finally, the beaker was empty and Jake handed the beaker off to the keeper of the funnel, who began scooping the cum clinging to the sides of the beaker into my mouth. Meanwhile, Jake removed the funnel carefully, quickly replacing it with a sizeable butt plug to keep all of that jizz inside of me. Fuck my abdomen felt bloated. I actually felt the cum sloshing around deep in my ass cunt. The jocks started to collect their clothes and leave. The Beast brought me my clothes, which I put on over the sweat and cum and spit and ass juice that covered me head to toe. As I dressed, Brent slipped The Beast his number and I felt that twist of jealousy in my stomach again. Jake, who seemed to be the head of the club, shook The Beast’s hand and commented, “This was a good one. Hotter than any of the others you’ve sold to us.” “Yeah, he’s a good piece of cunt, right?” agreed The Beast. They said their good byes and The Beast whistled at me like a dog. I ran over to him, following him out the door. We made it back to the car and I muscled through all of the feelings in my stomach and bowels as we drove home. I smiled the whole way despite any discomfort because that is still one of the hottest experiences of my life to date. The Beast looked over at me and asked, “You enjoy that?” “Yes, sir. It was tough and it was a lot, but I really enjoyed it. Thank you for letting them do that to me.” “You’re welcome, boy. You’re a good pussy boy.” “Thank you, sir.” Then he abruptly changed the subject to talk about whatever song was on the radio and whether I liked the singer. Then we talked about what other music we liked. And then we talked about concerts we had been to. And then we were pulling into his driveway. As we walked into the house, The Beast said, “You can sleep in the bed tonight but I don’t want you to shit any of that cum out. We’re going to take the plug out and you’re gonna’ have to feel it slip out of you gradually and wake up in a pool of stranger cum, got it?” “Yes, sir,” I complied. So I got to sleep in the master bedroom with The Beast again, feeling my bowels betray me and letting cum drip out of me like a nasty whore. Just like The Beast said, I woke up in a pool of semen, my ass and legs covered with drying seed. And that’s when it dawned on me. He still hadn’t fucked me. More to cum...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 11 (The Week - Day 3) No piss or boot kick to wake me up. I started to stir, having no idea what time it was. By now every body juice on me was a thick paste. I smelled of stale urine and day-old spunk. My hair was matted with stranger’s ejaculate. I couldn’t believe what a whore I had been turned into. I sat up and blinked my eyes wondering what time it was. That’s when I heard it: the pathetic whimpering yelp cutting through the air in rhythm. Walking up the stairs, the noise got louder and I began to realize that the sounds were the guttural exclamations of someone getting fucked. Was The Beast fucking someone? I became immediately jealous and my stomach dropped. I was here, why did he need to fuck someone else? I started walking towards the Master Bedroom carefully so I wasn’t heard or seen. As I passed a side table, two envelops caught my eyes. Both were filled with cash. One was labeled “Fri. Nite $10/head” and the other was labeled “Sat. Nite $100/flat fee”…was he keeping these for my Dad or was he just really organized? I couldn’t believe that each of those strangers only paid $10 to use me like that. And last night? The bar must have paid The Beast to supply its patrons with a human urinal. Only $100 for what those men did to me? I started to get hard thinking about what all of those men must think of me. How worthless they must think I am. The sounds from the bedroom pulled me back to the Master Bedroom. Whoever the bottom was was really starting to scream now, and I could hear The Beast grunting. I peaked around the corner and saw The Beast power slamming into a kid doggy style. The bottom was a muscular young stud with a big fully erect cock slapping against his chiseled stomach with each powerful thrust that The Beast gave him. The Beast slapped his already reddened ass, “Yeah, that’s a good cunt. Take my cock. Let me cream that hole.” “Fuck yes! You’re so big! You’re the best! My boyfriend can’t fuck me like this, you’re so much better!” the writhing slut exclaimed. “Why?” The Beast demanded. “Because your cock is so much bigger!” the fucked out bitch grunted and snarled. “I still make him wear condoms ‘cause he’s such a lame fuck.” “What a fucking pussy! To let someone make them wear a condom? You know better than to pull that shit with me.” And the Beast slammed into the guy’s guts to the hilt. The bottom howled. “Fuuuuuuuucccckkkk!” the cunt recovered, “I would never make you wrap that perfect cock. I need your cum.” “And you’re going to get it, you stupid fuck hole!” And with that, The Beast gave his bubble butt three more stabs and then noisily unloaded into willing receptacle. The bottom was whining and moaning and screaming as he milked every drop of semen out of the phallus lodged in his guts. I didn’t realize that I had been jerking my small cock the whole time, and I shot all over the carpet. It was so hot to watch a man that could control another man so completely no matter who it was. I mean, here was this guy cheating on his boyfriend with him, begging him to destroy his asshole. As jealous as I was, it was fucking hot! My focus was pulled back to bedroom by the bottom’s gasps. The Beast was fucking his load into him and the bottom was madly jerking his 7 incher. He let out a long groan and shot a sizeable load all over the sheets. Almost instantly, the muscle boy pulled his ass off of The Beast’s hard cock and wrapped his lips around it savoring his dominator’s dick juices mixed with his own cunt juices. “Good boy. You go ass to mouth with your limp-dicked boyfriend?” The Beast taunted. The bottom just moaned and shook his head. The Beast just laughed and then skulled fucked him a few strokes making him gag and wretch. Falling back onto the bed with a tired sigh, The Beast simply said, “Now get out.” Quietly, the muscle boy gathered his belongings and headed for the door, dressing as he went. I scooched back into the shadows of the bathroom so he didn’t see me. Once the muscle boy was gone, I heard The Beast say, “Come on in here, faggot.” He had known I was there the whole time. As I entered the room he said, “You like watching that?” I nodded, not making eye contact, “Who was he?” The Beast shook his head as he said, “My ex-wife’s nephew. Little slut was always looking at my crotch even when he was just a kid. I knew he’d turn out queer.” “And his boyfriend?” “Really nice guy, but obviously not much of a fuck.” “Are they poz too?” He snorted, “I have no idea. Now go take a shower. I wanna’ go to the gym.” I had never felt cleaner than after that shower. I had to wash my hair four times and soap and rinse my body five times to get everything off of me. We ate a quick breakfast -me just having another smoothie - and we headed to The Beast’s gym. We actually had a great workout. He pushed me and gave me pointers, now when he called me “pussy” it made me muscle through more reps, grunting and cursing like I never had at the gym. It was one of the best workouts I ever had, actually. After we were done, he smacked my ass and said, “Good job, boy, let’s shower.” The showers were public. There were four guys in there: The Beast, me, a really old guy, and a gorgeous young college muscle boy. Even with the eye candy of the college dude in the shower, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of The Beast. Everything about him turned me on. Clearly, the college boy thought so too because he didn’t seem to notice I was there, only The Beast. The old guy couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, though. The college boy was the first to leave the shower, heading back to the lockers with a lingering look at The Beast. Once the college guy was gone, The Beast approached the old guy, they whispered together for a minute or so, and then The Beast came over to me, “You’re going in the steam room with that guy. Do whatever he wants.” I looked up into his eyes, pleading, but The Beast would have none of it, “You’re a whore. You are just a hole to sell for whatever we can get for it to whomever will buy it. You’re already pretty damaged goods. Be thankful you can still get that.” He grabbed his towel and headed to the lockers. The old guy smiled at me and walked over. His grin was uneven, some teeth missing, some grey. He was completely bald except for a patch or two of stringy white hair. He was tall and gangly, loose wrinkly skin all over his torso spotted with brown circles of aging. His long arms were atrophied, with more loose skin hanging off them. “Let’s go, boy,” was all he said and headed for the steam room. We got into the steam room and there was a soft haze of moist air all around, but it was empty. “What if someone comes in?” I asked. “Everyone knows what the steam room is for at this gym,” he replied. “They enter at their own risk.” He plopped down on one of the tiled benches and pointed to his crotch. “Start sucking, boy.” I knelt in front of him and put his flaccid, hairy dick in my mouth. He began working my nips as I felt him grow against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, boy, that’s a good mouth. Use that tongue.” His cock ballooned until it was about 8 inches long and fat. I slurped and gagged on it trying to keep as much of it in my mouth as possible. He took it in his hand and slapped my face with it a few times. Then he pulled me up onto the bench and instructed me to lay back. I did and he said, “Eat my ass.” Without being able to response, the old man lowered his saggy ass onto my face. I didn’t do anything and he prompted, “Your pimp said you would do whatever I wanted so get eating.” I stuck my tongue out and started fishing around the loose flesh to get to his hole. Stringing hair was tickling my nose, forehead, and lips as I flicked my tongue on his ass. His pucker was bloated and spongy, clearly the victim of periodic hemorrhoids. But I hung on like a trooper and sucked on his ass lips and dove my tongue into his ancient hole until he was satisfied and he climbed off my face and sat back down. “Get on me, whore,” he ordered and I straddled him, his thick cock lined up at my hole. He fisted his cock and pushed it up into me. I gasped and whined as he slid me down his shaft. “Fuck boy, that’s nice hole.” Breathlessly, all I could say was, “thanks.” “Come on, ride it,” he baited and I began to bounce on his raw cock. As I rode his dick, he grabbed my head and brought it to his and started to kiss me. His mouth tasted like coffee and cigarettes and I tried to pull away, but he held my face there, his tongue lashing around my mouth and his lips sucking and massaging mine. I felt my dick get hard as I dropped my hole onto his dick harder and submitted to this disgusting assault. The old man held me tight and my ass started to clench with that familiar feeling. Suddenly, my tongue was out of my mouth and exploring his. I ran it over the exposed gums where teeth used to be and around his slimy cheek. Our tongues lashed at each other feeling his saliva mix with mine. He pulled back from my face and said, “Open.” I opened my mouth as he hacked up a loogey that he spit directly into my waiting orifice. “Swallow that shit,” he told me and I did, tears streaming down my face at how disgusting I was. I felt my internal starting as he said, “Use that tongue on my ears.” I went to work swirling my tongue over his ear, stringy hair tickling my tongue and getting lost in my mouth. He moaned and I felt him get harder. He grabbed my face again and started kissing me deeply as my hole trembled with an orgasm and his bloated cock shot a huge load into my colon. Our heavy breathing synced up as our respective orgasms subsided, and then he just dumped me off of him onto the tile next to him and walked out of the steam room. I lay there for a second, covered in sweat and cum leaking out of my cunt, and I realized that was the first time I had ever kissed a man. I almost cried at the knowledge that the only man out of the hundred that had been inside of me that wanted to kiss me was that old geezer with the missing teeth and the cigarette/coffee saliva. That would always be my first kiss. What a whore I was. After a minute, I got up and headed back to the showers where the old man was just leaving. I quickly rinsed, trying to get the disgusting smell of his saliva off of me, and then headed to the lockers. The Beast was standing there shirtless talking to the college dude who was also shirtless. As I got into my locker I heard The Beast say, “Yeah? You like to get fucked?” “Yeah, I like to get fucked,” said the college boy, breathlessly. “You saw what I got in the shower. You think you can handle it?” asked The Beast. “I’d like to try,” smiled the college dude. “Once I go for it, I don’t back off. So if you try, I will make sure you succeed,” The Beast warned. “That’s so fucking hot,” said the stupid college kid. Then as an after thought, “You clean? Neg and everything?” “Definitely,” lied The Beast. “Clean bill of health just last week.” “Well, I’m definitely game if you are.” “You got my number,” taunted The Beast. “Text me tonight. But make sure that cunt is clean before you do ‘cause if I want you to come over, I’m not gonna’ wanna’ wait 45 minutes for you to douche your snatch, got it?” I saw the college kid’s cock jump. He gulped and said, “You got it.” They said their goodbyes and the college kid left. That’s when the old guy came up to The Beast and handed him a twenty. “Thanks for that,” the old guy said and left. I was dressed by then and I looked at The Beast as he put on his shirt. “Good workout, huh?” he chuckled. I smiled sheepishly, still ashamed at getting so into that disgusting old man. “You’re a good boy,” The Beast said ruffling my hair, “Come on, let’s get you a smoothie.” When we got home, we just sat around watching TV and talking more about sports and college. Suddenly I said, “You still don’t know my name.” “I know,” he said simply. “And I still don’t know yours.” “I know. Maybe if you’re really good this week, that will change…fuck hole.” And then his phone beeped with a text message. The Beast looked at it and chuckled. “Right on cue.” “Is it that guy from the gym?” I asked. He simply showed me the text message which said: CUNT ALL CLEAN. The Beast texted him the address and told him to get over here right now. Then he looked at me, “Have your ass cleaned and be ready to go when I’m done with this whore.” “Yes sir,” I replied. About 10 minutes later, the college dude rang the bell. The Beast answered the door and they walked through the living room on the way to the bedroom. The college guy recognized me and said, “Hey man, I’m Kurt.” I gave a weak wave as The Beast said, “Don’t worry about him. Come on.” They disappeared into the bedroom and I listened for the next hour and a half as The Beast used the boy. All I could hear were the groans and moans and whimpers and screams and howls from Kurt and the grunts and growls and shouts and orders from The Beast. I grew increasingly jealous. I got the old crusty guy while this college kid got The Beast, that wasn’t fair. I was younger and I was already broken in. I wanted The Beast. Finally, they emerged from the room. Kurt was only in a jock strap and barely standing. The Beast was fully dressed. “Come on, we’re taking Kurt on a field trip.” “Where are we going?” asked Kurt. The Beast hauled off and slapped him. “Who owns your cunt now?” “You do,” Kurt said, rubbing his face. “That’s what you wanted, right? That was the deal. When you were begging me to keep fucking you and I told you I was gonna’ stop unless you handed over ownership of your cunt, what did you say?” Kurt looked at me, shame in his eyes, “I said it was yours.” “That’s right. Now you’re gonna’ prove it.” The Beast ushered us out to the car and drove us across town. We pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore. Kurt started to freak out a little bit, but The Beast grabbed him by the hair, pulled Kurt’s ear to his mouth and said, “Don’t be a pussy. Deep inside yourself you want to give it all to me, don’t you? Have you ever had a better fuck?” Kurt looked him right in the eyes, “No, sir, I haven’t. Okay.” We got out of the car and went into the store. The Beast exchanged pleasantries with the guy behind the counter. They clearly knew each other and The Beast threw him a couple of twenties and then proceeded to lead us into the back of the store where there were a bunch of black doors. Now, Kurt being dressed in only a jockstrap had definitely garnered us some attention and a small swarm of lowlifes followed us into the back hallway. We entered a vacant room, pretty cramped with three people in it. The Beast took out a bottle of poppers and put it to Kurt’s nose, who inhaled deeply. Kurt was pushed to his knees and The Beast pushed his hardening cock into his mouth and began to skull fuck him. Kurt had clearly just been schooled by The Beast because he let all of the saliva and bile just flow. It poured out of Kurt’s mouth and down onto his chiseled pecs and perfect abs. The Beast turned to me, “Lick that shit off of him.” I breathed in deeply and obeyed. I kneeled down and began to lick the saliva, pre-cum, and wretch off of Kurt’s torso. My tongue enjoyed licking the hard creases of his musculature and after everything I had done, swallowing down the body fluids was fine. As I was lapping up Kurt’s overflow I noticed a rather large veiny cock poked through the large hole in the wall. It kind of wagged at us, demanding attention. The Beast notice it, put the poppers back at Kurt’s nostrils, and then took him by the hair and pushed his mouth towards the cock. “Noooo!” yelled Kurt but his protest was muffled by the fat 8 incher plunging into his mouth. In a cloud of poppered lust he slurped on the cock even as he continued to say the word “no” completely garbled by the blowjob he was performing. The Beast held Kurt in place allowing the disembodied cock to enjoy its skull fuck. Tears streamed down Kurt’s face as spit flowed from his mouth cavity around the bloated phallus invading his face. The Beast had three fingers inside of him, digging around his cum-coated cavity when he pulled his digits out and slid his erection into him up to his balls. I licked my lips wanting that asshole to be mine. Kurt winced and sucked harder on the strange cock. I saw the cock in Kurt’s mouth twitch and spasm and Kurt started gagging, semen flowering out from either side of the dick and dripping down his chin. Once the man on the other side of the wall had drained his balls, he pulled his dick away unceremoniously and it was immediately replaced by an uncut fatty, not as long as the last one but significantly thicker. Even thicker than The Beast. I could smell this cock from where I was standing so I could only imagine what Kurt was tasting right now with all of that stale male scent lingering under that heavy foreskin. It couldn’t have been good because he was wrinkling his face and in between thrusts from the guy, I heard him say “please…” begging The Beast to let him go. “Get that tongue under that foreskin, bitch,” was The Beast’s only console. Spurred on, Kurt began sucking the vile cock with more vigor, clearly determined to be a good boy for the man who now owned his cunt. After a few more minutes of Kurt being raped at both ends, The Beast asked, “You had enough?” and he let Kurt back up enough to take his mouth off the cock and answer through a froth of semen, “Yes, please, I’ve had enough.” “Good,” replied The Beast and quickly flipped Kurt around before he knew what was going on and planted his freshly fucked cunt onto the thicker uncut cock. Kurt bellowed at first and then panicked, trying to pull off of the anonymous cock. The Beast held him in place and crouched to be face to face with him, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, this is what I want. You’re not going anywhere. Here.” He put the poppers back at his nose and Kurt took four or five hits, moaning despite himself. “Just think about that vile cock you were just tasting is now inside of you raw. That’s right, we have no idea who this guy is and he’s in your ass, that cunt that now belongs to me. Think back, did you notice any bumps or sores on it? I hope not. ‘Cause they’re in you now, rubbing against your battered pussy walls.” Kurt whined and looked up into The Beast’s steely gaze. I was rock hard watching the destruction of this college stud, his eyes welled with tears as he realized just what he had agreed to earlier that day at the gym. The cock behind him was actually pulling his rectum out with each stroke. It was such a hot look, actually turning his ass into cunt lips. The Beast grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of Kurt. “Keep him in place. I wanna’ see the fireworks,” he said and took my place watching the thick cock push into the weeping boy repeatedly. I crouched down to look right into the big scared blue eyes of the muscle jock and whispered, “This is what you wanted, remember?” And then I put my mouth on his and kissed him deeply. He looked shocked at first but then kissed me back, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He tasted of cock and cum and I devoured him. My hands reached up and rubbed his chest, nipples, arms, and stomach as the faceless intruder behind him fucked him harder and harder and HARDER. Kurt moaned and whimpered now, enjoying the thickness in his rectum and the intimacy of making out with another muscled young guy. I brought the poppers back to his nose and saw The Beast pull out a switchblade. My stomach jumped for a moment but then he lifted the straps of Kurt’s jock strap and cut them, letting the jock fall to the ground. Kurt was flying now and I went back to kissing him and encouraging him to take his fucking. The guy behind the wall began to groan loudly and Kurt’s eyes got really wide as the dick thickened inside of him. “Oh fuck, that cock is throbbing. Good cunt, take that stranger’s load. Take that dirty cum in your butt,” The Beast growled. The grunting behind the wall went on for a while. He must have been dumping days worth of cum into Kurt. Kurt held onto me and whined into my ear, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I doing?” And then it was done. Kurt winced and sighed as the uncut cock removed itself from his ass, but then he immediately hissed out a “Fuuuucccckkkk…” as another cock took its place, and The Beast commented, “Whoa, fuck! Look at that black snake!” I could tell that this was a long one as Kurt just kept sucking in air as the new cock made its way deep into his bowels. “So…long…my God…” he mumbled and gripped me again, “Poppers…” he pleaded. I put the poppers to his nose as this new ebony tool took its turn in my college “friend’s” hole. Kurt stayed there, bent over, bare ass to the wall, taking raw dick after raw dick from anonymous faceless perverts for a while. I kept Kurt occupied with poppers and making out and talking him through each of the fucks. The Beast enjoyed the show, commenting as each cock blew its poison into the young buck or a new piece of meat found its way into the helpless kid’s cunt: “Oh wow, that black fucker put a quart of semen in your hole” “Jesus, this one must be latin, big brown and uncut.” “Fuck, he’s churning up that cum like butter.” “Oh yeah, put your babies in this dumb cunt.” “Here comes number 5 in your twat, pussy boy.” “Fuck yeah, another load for your womb, bitch.” “You have so many different guys’ kids in you right now…” Kurt lasted through seven cocks before he was just too shaky to take any more. The Beast slapped the wall and said, “That’s it for now,” and the cock that had already been stuck through to take its turn was removed with a grumble from its owner. Kurt had cum dripping out of his ass and rolling down both of his legs. He stood up and stretched, but The Beast wasn’t going to let him have that much of a break. The Beast sat back on a wooden bench built into the wall, and said, “Stay standing and bend over and suck my cock. Faggot boy, clean up his legs and ass.” I positioned myself behind Kurt, wishing I was the one that got to suck on The Beast’s big dick. I started lapping up the cum from Kurt’s legs and ass cheeks and swollen pucker. I listened to him slurp and choke on the large cock between The Beast’s legs as I tasted all of the different flavors of the men that had poured their juice into this destroyed college boy. I may never know what these guys looked like but I knew what their DNA tasted like. All the salty, bleachy, putrid flavors mixed and churned and dripping out of Kurt and down his muscled, peach fuzzed legs. He would gag causing his ass to expel more cum in a wet fart, and my tongue was there to lap up the rewards, swallowing the semen from the deepest of his innards. “Okay boys,” The Beast said with a tone of finality. Kurt looked up at him with heaving, exhausted breaths, “Are we done?” “Done?” The Beast chuckled, “We only just got started.” Kurt looked at him in disbelief. I was not surprised at all. He told me to strip, which I did without a second thought, and then he lead both of us out of the booth. There was still a crowd fascinated by what was happening in our booth and they followed the two naked boys and the dominant hulking top farther into the store. We pushed through another door and entered into a smallish movie house with some nasty bareback porn playing on the big screen. The Beast marched us right down front and bent us over two of the theatre seats, side by side. Kurt and I looked at each other, unsure of what was about to happen, but then The Beast took out a black Sharpie. He uncapped it and began to write on Kurt’s ass, speaking the words as he wrote, “Cum Dump #1.” And then he wrote on my ass, “Cum Dump #2.” He leaned down to look at both of us. “Alright boys, you ready for a little competition. You’re about to get fucked…a lot. And I’m going to give you a hash mark on your back whenever your cunt gets a cock off. Let’s see which hole is the best, huh?” He stood up to address the growing crowd, leaving Kurt and I to just look at each other, wide eyes beginning to fill with shameful tears. “Okay guys, these two will take all loads. The only thing I need to know is when you finally cum ‘cause otherwise I won’t know which slut to give credit to, got it?” The crowd buzzed their consent and then started to line up behind our open asses. I suddenly realized that although Kurt was thoroughly fucked and lubed, I was dry as bone. I started to panic but then The Beast appeared in front of me, “I didn’t forget about your little dry cunt, boy,” and he slapped a glob of Boy Butter in between my spread cheeks, fingering it into me slightly. “Thank you, sir,” I smiled up at him. What proceeded was nothing short of a frenzy. Kurt and I were called every nasty name in the book, treated like fuck dolls. The tops trenched out our pussies, criticizing and comparing them, fueling the competition. We just tried to keep up, pulsing our ass walls and milking each new dick. Whenever a cock would unleash in our guts, the owner grunting or yelling out, “I’m fucking cumming, dude!” to The Beast or punching our ass cheek with a “I’m knocking you up, bitch!” The Beast would use the Sharpie to make a hash mark on our shoulder blade, keeping score of the loads taken. I felt connected to Kurt while at the same time jealous if a guy that had fucked me made a different or more emphatic noise when he sunk into Kurt’s hole. When we didn’t have a cock in our mouth, we would stay locked in each other’s gaze, grunting and snarling to bear down on whatever engorged cock was stretching our cunt at that particular moment. At one point, a particularly huge cock bobbed between our faces and we both started slurping on it together, our tongues running over the veiny surface and meeting every once in a while. Eventually, we were making out with the cock in our mouths. This sent both of the guys in our asses over the edge and we got another load in our holes. Thank God we had the seat cushions to kneel on, keeping our pussies up in the air for this onslaught as it went on for hours. Some of the guys that went back and forth between our two holes were just vile, disgusting perverts that lived for rare events like this one. I have no idea how long Kurt and I had been taking loads when the lights came on abruptly and the guy from behind the counter came in. “Sorry to break up the party, guys, but the store is getting a bit too conspicuous. There’s a crowd out front, too many cars in the parking lot, we’re gonna’ get busted. I think it’s time to wrap it up.” I had to laugh at the use of the phrase “wrap it up” since I had never taken cock that had been wrapped up. I couldn’t even imagine it at this point. I remember using condoms with Deanna, and it felt fine but nothing like the feeling of skin on skin. For all of the abuse, emotional and physical, The Beast (and my Dad) had done me a favor. I would never have to know the hassle and deadening sensation of a condom again. I was a bareback whore now and always. “Okay guys,” The Beast said to the two guys fucking Kurt and me, “You have two minutes to finish up and then we’re gone.” The tops started pistoning like mad men, causing Kurt to call out “Ah! Ah! Ah!” with each violent thrust. I just grunted and pushed back on my guy, trying to milk his cock, which worked. His dick pulsed and sprayed into me. He gave my smooth ass three thankful slaps and went away. The bald Latino guy with the huge pecs and pronounced beer belly fucking Kurt gave up on his hole, pulled out, and sank it into me. The shock of his insertion made my cunt tighten and squeeze and within five strokes, he was filling my twat with stranger’s semen. The Latino pulled out of my ravaged cunt with a pop, grabbed his shirt and left the theatre. “Let’s tally up the score, boys,” The Beast said with a smile. There was still a sizeable crowd awaiting the results. Kurt and I looked at each other as The Beast counted the hash marks on our back. I smile at Kurt, and he looked like he was going to cry for a moment before smiling back. “Well, it was fairly close,” began The Beast. “Cum dump #1 you got a total of 24 loads in you, but pussy boy over here got 29. So it looks like we have our winner! Cum dump #2 is the bigger whore. The cunt that got the most loads.” A cheer went up from the crowd. I looked into Kurt’s eyes and whispered, “Don’t feel bad. At least you have an actual cock. Mine’s so small it looks like a clit.” “Shut up,” Kurt spat. “I don’t care about that. You’re beautiful. Thanks for getting me through this.” Before I could say “you’re welcome,” The Beast barked, “Let’s go, boys!” and was pulling us up and ushering us out the door. He didn’t even bother to see if my clothes were still in the booth. He just lead us out to the car naked, we piled in, and he drove us back to his place. We went inside and The Beast said, “Okay, pussy boy, you won so you get a reward. And you,” he pointed to Kurt, “You get punished.” He pushed Kurt toward the basement door, “You’re sleeping down there tonight. There’s a mattress in the corner. You can leave tomorrow.” Kurt looked shocked that he was expected to stay but he knew better than to disobey so he opened the door and descended the stairs. The Beast shut and locked the door, assuring that Kurt wouldn’t leave during the night. “Let’s go,” he said to me and lead me to the master bedroom. I started getting excited about what my reward would be. He crawled into bed and said, “You get to sleep up here tonight with me.” I smiled and crawled into bed next to him. He scooped me up and held me tight and my head found his chest. I waited there, expectantly, but then I heard the heavy breathing of his slumber. He didn’t fuck me. Well, maybe he was tired and I would wake up with his solid cock in my mouth or ass. I fell asleep thinking about that, looking forward to that. The Beast would fuck me in the morning. More to cum...