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I'm already local elected person; and also work every election unless I am on the ballot. Re: Parties, I am opposed to parties in general and both of them specifically. Both parties hound me to join.

A knocking on the front door awakened me and as my folks were gone on a cruise for three weeks I had to answer the door wearing only a blanket wrapped around me.Mr wilson stood there holding my cellphone and as I openned the door he held it out to me."you forgot this at my place,its been ringing quite a bit"Taking the phone and looking at the screen I could see several calls from my parents listed.Just then it rang again,and as I answered Mr Wilson came into the foyer and shut the door."Oh hi Mom....no just got up,going to make breakfast then do yard work.How's the cruise"I said,as mr Wilson pulled the blanket off and I felt an erection beginning to develop."Oh you boys and your cocks in the morning...."He said as I talked with my mother his tongue licked my cockhead,then his lips slid over it and down my erection as it throbbed at the attention.As I talked with mom the aids infected man from down the street sucked on her son's cock and my heart began to pound.

Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

And for what it's worth: I'm all for trying to find common ground with the opposition, sometimes. SOMEtimes. The Mike Johnsons of the world put on a facade of kindness and gentleness and pretend to love all people, even as they're willing to completely fuck you over. Johnson has specifically called for overturning Lawrence v. Texas (a position shared by Clarence Thomas AND Samuel Alito), which would have the effect of immediately criminalizing gay sex in a number of states that have specifically refused to repeal their unconstitutional sodomy laws. Just as the overturning of Roe v. Wade immediately reinstated a bunch of state abortion bans that had been on the books since the 1970's, overturning Lawrence would prompt a sea change in how gays and lesbians are treated under the law. It's true that just a few years ago, a majority of the Court found that "discrimination on the basis of sex" included anti-gay discrimination, at least in terms of employment. But Justice Ginsburg was in that majority, and she's been replaced by Amy Coney Barrett. That means there's possibly four votes already (Alito, Thomas, Kavanaugh, Barrett) to overturn what gay rights ARE recognized. And while Roberts has gone both ways on some of our cases, there's no doubt he would, if presented with a "fresh" question (as opposed to one where there's precedent to consider), strike down any protection we claimed. More importantly, this crowd is getting good at eating away at the edges of decisions until the original is so full of holes it's meaningless. They've already basically given anyone who claims a religious belief against gays (or premarital sex, or birth control, or whatever) a free pass to do what they please regardless of what state law might require. And they've extended that to "closely held corporations" as though a legally fictitious person (which is what a corporation is) somehow has religious rights. Thus far, for instance, public officials have been excused from accommodating same-sex marriages (whether in issuing licenses or performing ceremonies) because there's always been someone else in the office who could issue the license or perform the ceremony. What happens when some county clerk in Bumfuck, Alabama replaces all the staff with bible-thumping mouth-breathers, all of whom insist it's a violation of their religious freedom to be forced to sign off on a same-sex marriage license? The precedent is already set that individuals can't be forced to comply; what happens when there's no one else who WILL comply?

I think that (in the U.S. at least, saying you're "opposed to parties" is like saying you're "opposed to air". Like it or not, our system was designed to support a party-based system, even in cases where offices are officially "non-partisan". For instance, the Nebraska legislature is elected without any partisan information showing on the ballot. But if you don't think people know which ones are sympathetic to the Republican party line and which ones are in line with the Democrats - their campaign rhetoric alone makes it patently clear - then you're hopelessly naive. And despite constant bleating by political analysts that "independents" or "unaffiliated" voters are fast becoming the largest bloc of voters out there, that only refers to *registration*. The vast majority of those voters still vote steadily for one party or the other, election after election, and despite all these "independent" voters, virtually no one gets elected as a true independent to anything of significance. It's true that for some local level offices, truly independent candidates run for and win those local offices - Hi, Jim! - but above the level of, say, county commissioner or whatever the local equivalent is, they just don't happen. Nor, for the most part, do third-party candidates.

This is one Of a those stories I’d like another chapter of. Thanks or you can!

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They have always believed that - just ask Hester Prynne. Haters gonna hate. The more important question is, how did tens of millions of citizens collectively come to believe that it is OK for them to do so, if they do it -- supposedly -- within the structure of our governmental system?

For the first time in an age today, im working on a different round, as so I was able to get to a sauna for a few hours during my lunchtime. It was pretty quiet (Saturday lunchtime / early afternoon) but there were a few guys cruising. Dark room I sucked a guy, who told me he didn't want to cum yet, but maybe later. (no fun!) In a private room saw this young (early 20's) guy being fucked, so sucked him while he was being pounded, and got to swallow a load. And just before leaving, an elderly Asian guy asked if I wanted some fun. I said definitely, and into the dark room again. He bent me over to enjoy me, muttering about how he didn't have any condom's, to which I said "that's even better." Although he sounded like he was going to collapse from his wheezing, his cock worked wonders and left me a nice thick load deep inside. Afternoon was more enjoyable after that lol

I grew up in a lumber mill town in Oregon with my Mother in a single-wide trailer. I don't know how we survived without my Uncle Joe, who would send money and send me a cell phone which I used to good use watching Gay Porn. It was a 2 hour trip to school, and I did not fit in as the class's shrimp. But I did have one thing that stood out in the male locker room I was well hung with a 10-inch thick dick. By the time I turned 18, I was 5 ft 7 115 LBS. When the mill closed a few weeks after my 18 birthday, my mother moved to Portland with her Lesbain lover, but I should go live with my Uncle Joe and his son Alex in Fort Lauderdale, Flordia. Uncle Joe sent the plane tickets, so it was a bus to Portland, a flight to Seattle, a stopover in Chicago, and then on the Fort Lauderdale. Uncle sent me a picture of what he looked like as Mom would send him a picture of me a few times per year. I have never seen so many people in my life in airports. I see Uncle Joe, and I'm shocked to see my cousin Ales as Alex looks just like me, skinny, but he is two years older and looks like my twin. Both are matching basketball shorts with tee shirts two sizes too small, showing their nipple piercings. After hugging and introducing me to Alex, he asked for my phone. They took out the Sim card then, threw it in the trash, then took my bags and threw them in the garbage. I'm scared as they lead me to their van; they tell me I will have a great time living with them, opening me up to new experiences. They show me a room where I can sleep as they remodel the house. The bed has a rubber sheet covering it, and that night I can hear grunting coming from the next room where Uncle Joe and Alex are sleeping. I had a good night's sleep as Uncle Joe came in and told me I m going to see the Doctor as I should have a complete check-up. I jump into the shower, and Cousin Alex joins me as. I a shock to see him, and he is hung like me. We get to the Doctor's office, and the first thing he gives me is a jar. They tell me to jerk off into the glass jar, then show me a room to do it in. The TV is playing Gay male pon in the room, and it does not take long. I enter and hand the jar to the Doctor, who is very impressed by how much I filled the glass jar. The doctor tells me the strip naked and laughs that it runs in the family having big dicks. He does the regular check-up until I see the needle and strap, wraps the belt high around my arm, and tells me I will feel like I can't breathe, then I will cough, then I will get a warm feeling and a rush. I see the needle go in. He pulls back the plunger. I see the blood. It all disappears into my arm. What he told me to happen I couldn't breathe, and I was coughing my lungs out. The doctor tells me to bend over the table. As I bend over, he spreads my cheeks and tells Uncle Joe to look at my virgin hole; both laugh as the doctor puts some lube on his finger as he works the finger into my virgin hole and hits my prostate. It does not take him long to get used to his finger as my dick is hard like never before. My breathing is getting faster, and I can't hold back anymore as I shoot another load.

{sorry for the delay guys - here's the next chaper} I retreated back upstairs for a rest after the short session bent over the barrel, and even managed to sleep for a bit longer. Once I was awake again I decided to take a shower, and then got myself dried and dressed initially in just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went downstairs to see if I could find Peter to get a bit more of a steer on what I should be wearing, but he suggested I just go with whatever was comfortable as they would be stripping me naked anyway. I therefore headed back upstairs, stripped myself naked and then put on a jockstrap. After a bit of deliberation, I opted for what I’d already worn that morning for the coffee run, swapping out the T-shirt for a tight vest and clasping my big chain round my neck. I headed outside for a quick smoke, and then went back downstairs to see what was happening. Peter was by that point loading up his truck with some coolboxes, and without needing to be asked I just got on with giving him a hand to bring them all out from the bar area. On his final trip outside he was carrying a large hamper, and winked at me as he went past. “Party supplies” he said, smirking. I guessed this didn’t mean balloons and streamers. Once everything was loaded up, he gestured for me to get in the passenger side of the cab before he got into the driver’s side, and then we set off. We chatted amiably as he drove us out of town and into the hills, before eventually arriving at a rudimentary car park down a rather overgrown lane. There were a few other cars there, all with guys sitting in them, and as soon as Peter and I got out of the truck they all followed suit. Clearly these were the men who would be using me today, some of whom looked familiar from the night before but others were definitely new. “Gentlemen” said Peter, “I’m glad you could make it.” “You know we love a good picnic” replied one of them, grinning in my direction. “As do I” said Peter. “Anyway, if you’ll all give me a hand, we’ve got several coolers of drinks and snacks and a hamper of goodies.” Everyone set about helping to unload the truck, also getting various things out of their own cars, and then we walked off as a group along a path into the trees. At a certain point, the group veered off the path into the undergrowth, following a route that they seemed to know but which would not have been obvious to anyone else. I supposed that this was the point. Eventually we arrived at a sort of clearing, which didn’t have much sunlight on it, but was free of any plants growing on the forest floor meaning there was plenty of space to spread out. Once everyone was in the clearing it became obvious that it was very well shielded from view, and by the confident marching to this very location that the group had done, you could tell that it was a place they gathered regularly. Everyone got on with unrolling blankets and unfolding a few camping chairs, and then some beers were opened and handed round along with various sandwiches and snacks. I ate a little and drank a couple of beers, chatting to a few of the guys who seemed just as enjoyable to spend time with as the men who had gangbanged me the night before. Eventually the mood changed a bit, and a couple of the guys seemed to be getting things ready for what we had all gone there for. The hamper was opened to reveal bottles of lube, various bits of leather kit, and quite a stash of poppers. I took the hint, and got myself undressed down to my jockstrap, although I put my trainers back on to protect my feet. One of the guys then hauled out some of the leather before approaching me, and I stood there and allowed him to attach a thick collar, wrist cuffs and a chunky harness. I then walked over to the tatty blanket that seemed to be where things were going to happen, and got down on all fours. In no time someone was licking, fingering and occasionally nicking my hole, while I gently sucked on the cock of one of the other men while noting the small scorpion tattoo just above his balls. Shortly after I was being spitroasted, and that is how I spent most of the rest of the afternoon. I was moved onto my back to give my hands and knees a rest every so often, but these guys definitely had a preference for giving it to me doggy style so I was usually on all fours. They weren’t particularly verbal, with only the occasional comment about the nature of the semen being pumped into my rear end, but it was still exhilarating to be getting railed over and over again in what was technically a public outdoor space. I almost wanted some unlucky walkers to happen upon us and see me getting used this way, but to my knowledge that never happened. As the light began to fade, proceedings wrapped up with a final couple of double-fucks of my now very loosened hole, which I enjoyed despite how full having two dicks inside me made me feel. Once the men were truly done with me we all walked back through the undergrowth to the car park, and everyone got in their vehicles and headed off. With a bit of a wipe down of my rear end and the insertion of a large plug, Peter gestured for me to get back in the truck without getting dressed again, the tatty blanket being put on the seat first to protect the fabric. I had assumed he just wanted the thrill of me being near-naked for the drive back to the warehouse, but then he started to take a different route. We were eventually on a motorway for a very brief period, before he pulled off at a service station and then followed the route parked for lorries rather than cars. This took us to a large parking area filled with HGVs, at the end of which was a small toilet block away from the main service station facilities. He parked up next to it, and then gestured for me to get out and go inside while he remained seated in the truck. I did as he wanted, feeling very exposed even in the dim light, given the number of truckers that were around, and I hurried into the toilet block. It stank to high heaven and there was no-one else in there, but that soon changed as a couple of guys came in after me. Where meetings in public toilets will usually be a careful series of hints and signs to check that both parties want the same thing, none of that was needed here. One of the guys instead just pushed me into a cubicle, bent me forward over the toilet, pulled out the plug from my arse, and then slammed his raw cock into me. He fucked me hard and rough for just a few minutes before breeding me, and then the other man took over. Then another, and another, and another, and so on. I was called a whore and a slut by several of them, but only one of them indicated he was spewing anything toxic into me. Maybe by this point Peter had just decided to get me fucked, and perhaps see if the questionable contents of my rear end might take down a couple of these truckers too. I was in the toilets for a very long time, to the point that I was starting to wonder if Peter had just left me there, but eventually he came in and managed to wind things down so that I could leave. This time he had brought my clothes, which I did my best to put on without them touching the filthy floor tiles, and then we went back outside and got in the truck. “Well, that was quite a day for you then” he said once we were back on the motorway. “Uh-huh” I replied. “Not one I’m going to forget in a hurry.” “Hopefully ever” he said. “But just to make sure, when we get back I’m going to brush out your insides and then spent the night buried in there.” I had been fucked to kingdom come, but I still got hard at what he was saying. “Yes please” I croaked out. “Good lad” he said. “And tomorrow we’ve got a few of the regulars coming back to have a final go with you before lunch. Then you’ll be on your way.” Then I’ll be on my way. A choice of words I liked: I would be both leaving for home, and also hopefully heading into a new life as a pozzed-up pig. True to his word, once we were back at the warehouse and had got into the bedroom I was using, Peter really gave my insides quite a gruelling brush and happily showed me just how red the bristles were. He also indeed stayed buried in me all night, only pulling out when he had to piss or just wanted to stick the brush in there some more. The next morning, as promised, I was taken back downstairs and some of the men from Friday night pumped a few more loads into me as I lay in the sling and happily accepted all of their toxic goodness. Eventually it was just Peter left, and he fucked one more load into me in the sling before helping me up so I could back upstairs to shower and change for the drive home. “Thank you so much” I said to him as I got back downstairs a while later, my bags packed and ready for the road. “This has just been awesome.” “No thanks needed” he said. “Hopefully you got what you came for, but if not then you know where to find me. Indeed, even if we have succeeded, you’re always welcome to visit if you’re back up this way.” “Thank you” I said, knowing that I would now have to find a way to take a detour here whenever I was doing my fatherly duty at the start or end of term time. “Let us know how it goes” he said. “Want to see if we can officially add another one to our tally.” “I will do” I replied. “You got any more chasers lined up?” “Just one” he said. “Nice piece of young meat who’s just started at Nottingham uni. Been messaging me for a while from London, and still seems keen.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “Yeah” he said. “Got a gay dad too apparently.” Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God… [to be continued]

EPILOGUE: It was only two days later that Parker sent me the first of many bootie call texts. That kicked off a summer of me having to report to all sorts of locations, including the park, a truck stop out of town, some public toilets, and even the football field at school, all to bend myself over to get fucked and bred. Usually it was just Parker, occasionally there would be someone else there, and a couple of times it was at a motel where we would both service some paying client (not that I got any of the proceeds). I came down with the fuck flu fairly quickly after the night on the farm, and once that was over I got myself tested at a clinic in the city (having held off my mother's attempts to summon a doctor while I was enduring the worst of it). Fortunately I had not picked up anything other than the virus I had actively sought, and after going on meds for my viral count started to go down. I was now what I had wanted to be, and despite how that night on the farm had gone, everything had ultimately worked out. However, the same could not be said for everyone. One night I got a message from Parker asking if he could come over, which was sufficiently strange that I did not hesitate to respond quickly to say it was fine. He appeared just a few minutes later, and after meeting him at the door and briefly introducing him as 'a teammate' to my parents, I took him upstairs to my room wondering what he was there for. It was only when he took off his varsity jacket that I saw the bruises on his arms, and when he noticed that I had seen them, he just looked me in the eyes as he slowly pulled off his T-shirt. His torso was even more bruised and had some fairly significant cuts as well, and then when he turned round I could see welts all over his back. "Fucking hell" I said. "What happened?" "Those guys" he whispered, turning back to face me with tears in his eyes. "My uncles asked me to come over to help with some jobs on the farm, but then after I got there they told me they were tired of me, that I was a worthless slut, and then they tied me up and left me with those guys." "Fuck" I said, now whispering too. "What did they do?" "What they did to you, and a bit more" he replied. "I don't really want to talk about it." "Oh Parker" I said, surprised by the pity that I was feeling for him. "They took photos" he said, before a long pause. "They... they anonymously dropped them off in my dad's mailbox, along with a copy of my HIV test results." I just stood looking at him, dumbfounded and appalled by how broken he looked as he tried to tell me what had happened. "He didn't even speak to me" he continued. "I got home earlier, and he just walked up to me and punched me in the gut, then threw me out the front door with the packet of photos. I... I didn't know where else to go." Despite the things he had done to me, and his pimping out of my body over the previous weeks, I could not help but reach out and put my hand on his shoulder to try to comfort him. This prompted him to lean into me, bury his head against my neck, and let go. He cried openly, loudly, and the noise drew my mother's attention from downstairs. She appeared at the door with a concerned look on her face, which turned to horror as she must have seen Parker's welted back. I just mouthed "it's OK" to her when she finally looked up to make eye contact with me, and she nodded and hesitantly went away. However, I knew she would actually be hovering at the top of the stairs out of view. Parker eventually calmed down, and pulled away from me. I grabbed a box of tissues from beside my bed and handed them to him, and he got himself cleaned up a bit. I let him get himself back on an even keel before speaking. "Parker, I think we need to go and speak to my parents" I said, causing him to go wide-eyed at me in alarm. "My mum just came to the door and must have seen your back. We need to tell them what your uncles and father did to you." I gave him a look as I mentioned his uncles and father, and was relieved when he seemed to get what I was doing. My mother was bound to still be in earshot, and there was no way the truth of his ordeal could be told to anyone else. The rest of the evening passed with us, mostly me, telling my parents a slightly made-up story about the physical abuse Parker had endured from the older men in his family, resulting in them offering to allow him to stay for a while so he could get himself together. The camping bed was put up in my room so he could sleep there, but all we ever did was make it look like it had been used. Parker instead slept in my bed, initially because he needed comforting but of course sex was soon part of the equation again. We kept it as quiet as we could, and while I was usually the one getting fucked, Parker became the first guy that I topped. For the remaining weeks of the summer we were basically in a very quiet, not entirely functional, relationship with each other. The pimping out was no longer part of our dynamic, and his alpha male side only came on display when he was in public and trying to maintain an image. At his lowest point he'd let me see his vulnerable side, and it seemed like that was actually a relief to him and he didn't want go go back. I guess we weren't as quiet as we thought though, as one day shortly before I went to college we were lying in bed together naked when my dad suddenly walked in looking for a working cellphone charger. He did not bat an eyelid at the sight of the two of us cuddled up in the bed together, and only inquired if we were ever going to get up for breakfast as he walked out. After getting over the shock we did indeed get dressed and go down for breakfast, both nervous as hell while my parents just carried on as normal. When we went back upstairs, the camping bed was gone, something my father must have done after he had 'gone to the bathroom' earlier. Given how unfazed my parents were, for the final few days before I left, Parker and I were openly affectionate with each other around the house, and my parents were not ruffled or even curious at all. Of course, had they known what we had both been up to or what we were both carrying in our bloodstreams, that might have got more of a reaction. They let Parker stay for a bit longer after I went to college, but he was eventually encouraged to start sorting out his life and in due course moved away to the city to start working in construction. We kept in touch, but whatever it was that we had found between us during the late summer sort of fizzled out. I wasn't cut up about it, just happy that I had been there for him at a low time in his life, and I guess also thankful that his presence had engineered my coming out to my parents without a lot of drama. Being free and single I soon re-found my love of being a pig, and spent my time at college offering my hole to every hunky guy who wanted it. I had no shortage of takers amongst my fellow students, and also got some attention from some of the faculty. I supported myself by working nights at a gay bar near the campus, which gave me the added benefit of access to a basement dark room where I could take anonymous loads during breaks and after my shifts, happily accepting plenty of recharge gifts and also sometimes playing the innocent to let guys think they were pozzing a neg stud. Eventually some time online resulted in me meeting Sam, a stud on the lacrosse team who had become interested in chasing but was also a top. For him, I went off meds and then became his regular fuckbud, a relationship that gradually morphed into more. It took a long time, but he finally came down with flu one day and tested poz a short while later. I went back on meds, he started taking them for the first time, and it only seemed to be once that milestone had been reached that we realised that we had fallen in love with one another. It's now ten years later, and we're still together. We agreed that we were both sufficiently slutty that a completely monogamous relationship would not suit us, but we mostly play together except for when one of us is away on business or visiting family. Funnily enough, Sam has started to bottom occasionally, despite not wanting to when he was trying to get pozzed, so we sometimes either switch it up or get some guys over to use us both side by side. I love my life, and I have never regretted doing what I did that night on the farm. I just knew I was meant to be poz, and through being infected, I eventually found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I've never told friends or family about my status, but they may have cottoned on thanks to the scorpion tattoo I decided to get across my back. Sam and I have helped a few more guys find what they were looking for, occasionally coming off meds to then work together to infect a chaser or two, but we have otherwise done our best to stay healthy while keeping up an ambitious gym regime. I'm also glad that I, along with my awesome parents, got to help Parker find his way out of a situation that could probably have got a lot worse if he had stayed around our town. We do still keep in touch a bit, and he's now living in Los Angeles. He runs a small construction business, and is living with a twinky guy who seems to make him happy. Indeed, my mum met them both when she'd gone on a business trip to LA, something that really surprised me when she told me as I hadn't realised that Parker had stayed more in touch with my parents than he actually had with me. He and I only once talked about what had happened to him on the farm, when he told me that his uncles had been arrested and were both in jail. He was a bit sketchy on the details, but it seemed like they had been caught doing bad things at a truck stop, and then some drugs had been found by the police. "I hope they get what's coming to them" Parker had said, which I think meant more than just an appropriate sentence from a judge. However, I never did hear any more about them. So, there we have it. One summer day I graduated from school, and also graduated into manhood. Corruption of a quarterback, pozzing of a prom king, or however you want to look at it: this was my story. Tell me yours... [THE END]

The time for “looking to the future” is basically up. It’s not as though there hasn’t been any warning - scientists have been ringing the warning bell about overheating the planet for years, until they’ve just about jerked the chain off the bell, but politicians in the service of greed (and largely on the right) have staunchly opposed any sensible change that would have prevented our turning the planet - the only one available to us - into an oven. Or a washing-machine, if you think in terms of the hurricanes. So all those crotchety red-as-apples don’t-tell-me-what-to-do retirees relocating to Florida have already voted for a near-term future that it’s too late to prevent: Hurricanes in increasing number and severity, and inevitable sea-level rise. They’ll be sitting in paradise waiting to be flooded out or blown out to sea. And when Mother Nature has a shit-fit on them because she’s having hot flashes, and their houses are no longer fit to live in (or standing), what are they going to expect? They’re going to expect the government to bail them out. With tax dollars. And the instant any politician suggests that they pay a nickel more in taxes, they’ll lose their minds in outrage and vote him out of office.

Some of you know me for the below thread. When i wrote that thread I was at 198 loads over the year, 23 days after I am at 270. Last weekend alone I took 32. I really cannot describe the excitement, the feelings...I was so horny, and I want more. I am so happy, I have finally found a purpose...to milk cocks with my young ass. The feeling of being blindfolded and knowing that there's a line of people waiting to fill you up...I mean I cannot describe it...makes me so horny. I proved my Master that I can really take cocks, and he's convinced now to turn me into a complete cumslut, so there are also new goals. For 2023 the new goal is 500 loads before the 31st of December instead of 450. For 2024 the goal will be 1750 instead of 1500, that's 35 loads per week on avg. I am so happy that my Master is proud of me, he's been working on me since when I was 18yo and I don't want to disappoint him, or get punished. This whole situation really turns me on. Master has introduced a new rule which turns me on even more, I cannot have 1-1 sex anymore, minimum will be a threesome. I am based in NYC, but I can travel (love it) and I will be in Berlin before year end since Master is working on some kind of event. If you are willing to host and pimp a young cumdump, no load refused, please let me know and help me reach my goals.

I came home from work, it had been a long day.... Even if I had gotten a little sauna fun earlier, I was shattered after a long day. I sit, open a beer, just start to unwind when I have a message, "Boy, Daddy's horny." My heart fluttered reading it, and I immediately reply, "Yes Daddy, 5 minutes please." I quickly go to the bedroom, strip off uniform, on goes the booty shorts and nothing else. I unlock my front door, the. Bend over the stairs ready. A few minutes later Daddy arrives. He's had a few drinks, I can smell it on him. He gropes my ass as we walk upstairs, I love the build up as always. Into the bedroom, he's kissing my neck, telling me how he loves me again, and he's sorry that he is drunk and will be rough. I kiss him back telling him it's okay, and I love him too. He tells he his friend "new Daddy" is going to pick him up here, so he doesn't have long. He wants to be rough with me, he wants my hole, no foreplay, no teasing, he wants to take me hard. He wants to hurt me. I kiss him again, knowing what he wants to hear. "I love you Daddy, rape me." He shoves me down hard, pulling my shorts to the side. He spits on his hand, pulling his cock out, and forcing it into me. It hurts, I know he wants it too. It's been a while since we have played like this, but I know what to do. He starts pounding me like a jack hammer. I tell him it hurts, he spits in my face. I swallow it, thanking him. I tell him I love him. He's grunting, 10, 15 minutes of constant pounding. I'm a piece of meat for him, but he wants me to be right now. I exist just to let him use me. He moans that he's close, he moans he needs something to push him over the edge. I open my mouth for him to spit in over and over, making me feel even more worthless. I swallow it all, gagging like a good little faggot before I whisper to him, "Please Daddy, rape your cum into me." That does it, another few minutes of the hardest fucking I've ever had, and he's done. I feel his load inside me. He pulls out. My hole, stinging, sore and swollen. He kisses me again, and I know what to say. "Thank you for raping me Daddy." He walks downstairs, leaving me lying on the bed. As I hear the door shut, I get a text from "New Daddy." "You slut, he just got in the car and told me he's fucked you, when is my turn?" "I was Daddy's rape toy, but once you drop him off I'll be yours" I reply, knowing what will happen. "Good boy, you'll be my Rape toy in 25 minutes. Love you slut x" New Daddy replies to me. I'm smiling, knowing I've pleased Daddy, and that I'll please new Daddy shortly.

@hntnhole I think you misconstrued the scope of @BlackDude's comment. I read it as referring to the Democrats who are saying Biden is too old.

I finished up what housework remained,while mr wilson dozed in bed.Looked in on him before I left and told him I would be back monday..."oh you'll be back....they ALWAYS come back"he said with a smirk.Leaving mr Wilsons I walked home,a strange feeling inside me as my ass was still adjusting to being violated and used,and cum was still leaking out 3 hours later.A dull throbbing could be felt...probably just a bit of internal bruising?Ignoring it,took a shower and cancelled my sat nite plans ate a tv dinner and went to bed.But sleep evaded me,my asshole would twitch a bit everytime I started to doze off,and a throbbing erection that dissapeared everytime I tried to stroke off in search of relief.When sleep finally came it was full of dreams about the seduction of the previous day complete with feeling mr wilson cumming,and his laugh and giggles as his semen shot from his body into mine.it seemed my mind was coping with being seduced while my body,now awakened by a skilled seduction only wanted MORE.Finally at 3am I was awakened by a puddle forming on my belly as cum shot from my erection and pooled there.Jeeze,like I was 15 again?But I did get a few hours sleep after that.

I have totally inserted my plugs a few times. The sensations are awesome. All my toys save for one have big bases on them (bad-Dragon and Twisted Beast) and can't be fully inserted

Got fucked with my jockstrap inside me. Felt amazing being pushed around and my buddy said it had an interesting texture for his cock head. It felt even better being pulled out covered in cum

I always enjoy hooking up with people in fancy dress/ costumes/ cosplay etc and apart from comic/horror conventions after hours, Halloween always brings some interesting opportunities. I went to a Halloween house party Friday night wearing a blood soaked biker outfit with strategically torn jeans over a jock strap and T-shirt with leather jacket, gloves and cap basically a leather daddy outfit with fake blood. I had 2 noteworthy experiences this week. The first was a big bulky guy dressed as a judge bit with a black corset, lace thong, fishnet stockings with suspenders and stiletto boots. He took me into the garage and pulled up his robes and bent over the bonnet of a VW beetle I started from his boots and kissed my way up to his as I pulled his panties down, he spread his cheeks wide, and I dove in headfirst and started eating his ass while I stroked his hard cock. I don't know how long I was down there but before long he told me to fuck him. I dropped my jeans pulled out my throbbing cock and slid into his tight spit lubed hole untill my balls slapped into his. He gave me a hit off his poppers and I went into overdrive. I started slapping his ass and sliding out of his hole then back in all the way till his ass slapped my stomach before I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was filling his ass with one of the biggest loads I've ever dropped felt like about a dozen shots. When I pulled out of him my cum was running out of his hole like a river after a heavy rain. I've always been a submissive bottom but he looked so fucking hot I could've gone for round 2 30 seconds later. Later in the evening/the next morning I met an older guy dressed and the pope and couldn't resist it. We went into the bathroom and i kneeled down pulled out his thick veiny cock and took him in my mouth as I felt him get even harder and then his heart beating through his swollen head buried in my throat. He grabbed onto my head and started to thrust his full length into my throat then pulling all but the tip out. I had drool dripping from my lips, and tears rolling down my cheeks as I gagged on his big hard cock. He fucked my face then he told me to open wide as he jerked his cock and came a BIG super thick load that sprayed onto my face and into my waiting mouth. Which I hungrily gulped down before showing my empty mouth. Before he left he scooped up some cum on his finger, made a cross on my forehead, said bless you my child them he was gone. Another party on the 31st. Will report any interesting hook ups

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My personal philosophy is that if you're going to suck a guy's dick, then you have an obligation to swallow if he cums.

Hey there. I’ll be at pig week from 11/24 - 12/3, staying in a studio at Casa Cordova. Looking for as many dicks and holes as I can take.

We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]

{sorry for the long delay guys...} I heard the sound of Parker lighting up another cigarette, but then he reached across Grayson and held the packet towards me. I wasn't a smoker, but still reached up and took one, along with the lighter Parker had put into a gap in the packet. I lit the cigarette, and then chucked the lighter across Grayson back to Parker before taking a deep inhale. I managed not to cough, and instead enjoyed the light-headedness my first cigarette in a while caused. I then just lay there quietly smoking, appreciating the break but wondering what was to come. "Get that finished up soon" said Tucker, "the others will be here soon." "Yes sir" I replied, choosing not to ask any more questions. I duly finished my cigarette, and stubbed it out on the ground next to me. Tucker then appeared above me, offering me his hand to get me off the mattress. I allowed him to pull me up, and then stood and waited for further instructions. "Outside" Tucker said, gesturing towards the barn door. I hesitated a moment as he walked past me, but then turned and followed him out of the barn, with Grayson and Parker behind me. Tucker headed round the side of the building towards a tree, and as we got closer I could see through the dim moonlight that there were some things hanging down from one of the branches as well as some junk lying around on the floor. Tucker advanced towards the junk, leaned over into it, and a light that was part of the pile turned on. It was then I could see that the branch had a strap suspended over it, with one end attached to a thick leather collar and the other to a chain that then had two leather cuffs hanging off it. On the floor was another set of cuffs with a bar between them. I had seen enough porn to know what was to follow. I duly stood next to all this gear, and Tucker put the collar round my neck and closed it quite tight while Grayson got my wrists into the cuffs hanging off the other end of the strap. He and Parker then got my legs spread apart and attached the cuffs round my ankles, the bar making sure my legs would stay all splayed out. From somewhere a blindfold was produced that was pushed down over my head to cover my eyes, and finally a ballgag was inserted into my mouth and tightly strapped behind my head. "Now slut" said Tucker, "you're all set." I heard the three of them walk away, leaving me to get used to maintaining my balance. After a while I heard the crunch on gravel of several men approaching, who all started yelling about having found a slut they could use, a boy to corrupt and so forth. They didn't waste much time in getting down to business, with the first of several cocks shoved into my rear end quite unceremoniously. My insides truly took a battering from an array of thick cocks of various lengths, a number of them with piercings of one kind or another. I lost count of how many loads I took from them without seeing a single one of them, knowing from their growling and yelling that I was taking a lot of tainted seed. Eventually it was over, and I could hear the voices of the men disappear into the distance as they left. I remained stood there for a while, before hearing the crunching footsteps of Tucker, Grayson and Parker approaching. They got me unstrapped from the tree and spreader bar, removed the blindfold and ballgag, and then stepped back to look me up and down. "That should do it slut" Tucker said. "I think it's time for you to go." I nodded, and then looked down at the ground as I began to cry despite not wanting to do so in front of these men. This night had been a lot more intense than I had intended, and being so physically exhausted I think I just didn't have anything left in me. "No point in crying you big pussy" said Grayson. "You wanted infected, that's what you got." I knew there was no point in engaging any further, so I just started trudging back to the barn to get my clothes. However, just as I pulled up my jeans, I felt a tug on them from behind me forcing them back down. A hand on my back bent me over, and a cock slammed into my loose hole. "Needed one last go" growled Parker. He jackhammered into me for only a few minutes before releasing another load of cum into my abused insides, and then pulled out and allowed me to stand up straight again. I did not turn around, but instead just picked up where I had left off in getting dressed. "So here's the deal" he said. "I know a rich boy like you is probably going to college later this year. Before then, I'm going to be fucking you whenever and wherever I feel like it. Understand?" I just nodded, the fight beaten out of me by the evening's events. "I'm also going to be pimping you out if anyone's willing to pay" he continued. "Hell, if they're willing to pay enough then they can fuck both of us. Might be good to get away from here and try something new." I turned around at that point to face him. It was only then that I saw a slight crack in his facade, and realised that maybe he was a bit scared of his uncles despite the way he had acted earlier. He seemed to sense my understanding, and there was just a flicker of a pleading look on his face before he seemed to gather himself. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and lit it up, before chucking the packet at me. I lit one up too, and we just quietly smoked together without saying anything. "I better go" I said, as I finished mine off and stubbed it out on the ground. "Yeah" he replied. "Got your number, and I'll text you when I need to fuck." I nodded at him, and then walked past him out of the barn to my car. I got in, put on my seatbelt, and then took one last look out of the window at Parker still standing in the barn watching me. I then fired up the car and drove off out of the farm, noting to myself how much my life had changed since I had arrived just a few hours ago. Who knew what was in store for me next. [to be concluded]

The morning after getting bred I have a significant amount of gas. I think it's a combination of air forced into me during fucking and also my body wanting to expel the semen that was coating my rectum all night. I am always so turned on by the scent of the semen that has been marinating in my ass. I did have an inconvenient incident one morning after a good fuck. While walking from my car to my office I had the urge to fart and thought it was just air. Instead it was a massive load of cum that obviously was not absorbed. I immediately went to the mens room and undressed. My boxers were soaked but luckily the fluids had not soaked through my boxers. I took the boxers off, cleaned out and redressed commando. The scent was such a turn on and immediately made me hard reminding me that I had the DNA of my breeder in me.

you need a good psychiatrist rather than a sex-related web community - always assuming that you're not a troll no one should hate themselves! And if so, Breeding Zone is not the place and hopefully no one here is so ASSHOLE to use a mentally sick person for his own pleasure. Cops? Hopefully moderators here can get rid of this troll if it's such, and if necessary, take appropriate steps. Let me say that in this community it's quite ordinary to find people fantasizing. Good-intentioned roleplaying, anonymous flirting, even catfishing, and in worst cases people looking for real meets then ghosting each other. But depression, anxiety and generally mental disorders are not something we have to play with. I might be too "sensitive" for certain topics, but something makes me feel this person is a victim of a strong transphobia by people around, so she thinks hating herself is the solution. You're what you are, why self-punishing?

Absolutely! Go crazy with it man

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Sucked my first Homeless Man last month. He was Early 30s, bearded, pretty fit, HUGE bush, fat uncut cock, hairy balls. Was at a porn theater after work one night. He was sitting in a chair in the straight room in the corner. i poked my head in, and caught eyes with Him. I sort of froze, and He snapped His fingers and pointed to the floor beside His chair. His legs were stretched out in front of Him, and they were crossed one on top of the other and He was set back comfortably in His chair. I walked over and instinctively knelt at His side. He smelled like a Man - sweat, cigarettes, and a hint of alcohol. He whispered in my ear, “If I let you have it, there is no stopping until I finish. There is no pulling off for air, not pulling off to wipe your eyes. That throat is mine until you’ve swallowed the last drop. Got it faggot?!” Boy did i get it! 11 Men jerked as this Man destroyed my throat. Was fucking 🔥🔥

Tucker indeed had stamina, and I was pounded mercilessly for a long time. On a couple of occasions he slammed into me, held in place and growled, but then would pull nearly all the way back out, slam into me again, and carry on pounding me as before. I just groaned throughout, completely lost in the pleasure and depravity of it all. Finally he did start showing signs that he was going to blow, and after once again slamming into me and holding still, this time he did not continue fucking. "That's three more for you" he panted. "Three?" I asked, also panting. "Yep boy" he said, a faint grin forming on his face. "Fucked two loads into you and then kept going." Man alive, now that was stamina, especially for an older man. I knew I must be absolutely overflowing with toxic seed by this point. As Tucker pulled out and staggered over to a wooden box to sit down, Grayson and Parker walked up to the sling and undid the restraints. Parker then put his hand out to me to help me get myself up, even giving me a slightly warm smile as he did so. I pulled myself out of the sling, and stretched and shook my legs and arms which had become quite stiff. I could feel a lot of liquid trickling out of my ass, a sure sign that I had been bred well. I wasn't sure if my release from the sling was a sign that the night was over, but Grayson soon let me know when he lay down on his back on the mattress and motioned me to come over. The way he was holding up his cock left me with no doubt what I was expected to do, and so I got down and straddled his body so I could lower myself onto him. After Tucker's efforts my hole was loose and offered barely any resistance as I sank myself down onto Grayson. I bounced up and down a few times, but then felt a hand on my back pushing me forward. I leaned over as I turned my head to see Parker getting onto the mattress as well, and before I had time to process what was happening, I felt his cock starting to prod at my rear end. "Nn" was all I got out of my mouth before he pushed hard against me and slid inside, causing my attempt at the word 'no' to instead become a screaming yelp. I had never been so stretched in my life, and it only got worse as he steadily but firmly pushed the entire length of his cock into me alongside Grayson's. Once he was fully embedded I stopped yelping and just started panting, my head bowed and my eyes closed as I attempted to cope with my first double penetration. To be fair to my fuckers, they let me adjust to it before Parker started to slowly pull in and out, and Grayson occasionally thrust his pelvis as much as he was able to with me on top of him. A low guttural moan started from deep within me as the ache and fullness began to be joined by an overwhelming sense of pleasure, and in time I was urging them both to fuck me harder. Parker slamming himself to the hilt and blowing in me set Grayson off too, and I had both their toxic loads pumping into my guts simultaneously. Once they were done ejaculating the three of us held in place for a while, until Parker pulled himself out and collapsed sideways onto the mattress, which in turn caused Grayson's cock to slip free. I experienced both a relief from the ache as well as a real emptiness, but looking around the room I could tell these guys were spent, at least for a while. I therefore chose to lie myself down on the other side of Grayson for a moment. "That's it boy" said Tucker from across the room. "Rest a bit, 'cause we're not done yet. The night is young, and we've got some more special guests for you soon." Oh man, I thought to myself, this was not what I signed up for. I came here to get fucked and pozzed by Tucker, and instead had been gangbanged by my teammates before enduring an epic gang pozzing from this fucked-up family. What more could they possibly have in store for me? [to be continued]

As I did what Jack asked me to dump loads into two under 25 maybe he won’t mind if I have some fun. As so as I say sure he picks me up like a rag doll Puts me over his shoulder then takes me to the back room. In the back room there are other older Daddies as the one who pics me up. Look at what I found one of these twinks who did not run away let's tune him up. They tell me to get into the sex sling as others put leather cuffs on my wrist & ankles. I see more in the room, and now I'm scared, and they see this I also see many of them have the same Bio Hazard & Scorpion tattoos as Jack has. They are also hung one comes over grabs my arm put a strap around I say I don't do drugs they laugh as the needle goes in they push the plunger and this is a heavy slam and WOW it feels good as a dick is put my mouth and someone is fingering my hole Daddy: We are going to fuck this faggot until he is bleeding so don't give him a break. I see them lined up stroking their dicks as it seems they are not a fan of a fem twink like me as they are just want to treat me like fuck meat. A few of them put their hands around my neck a choke me. They think they are treating me rough and mean but in fact, I'm enjoying being a cumdump as they are slamming me and booty bumps. I thought they were 5 in the room but more keep coming in as the more loads I get the better it feels as the squishy noise lets me know what a pig I've become. and being treated like this is a dream. Over there is this guy chained to the wall on his hands & knee. They come over to him and make him drink their piss. I hear a familiar voice I think it is Jack and it is as he asks me did do what he asked me if I knock up two of the under-25 group. Yes Jack I did. Jack said to the group. Jack: just to let you know this is my boy and is already POZ and while you fuckers are fucking each other my boy is out there Pozzing negative twinks and they will poz others. Jack looks into my face and asks if I'm having a good time YES I AM. So he starts to fuck me hard and blast his load in my hole. Then Jack goes over to the pig that is chained against the wall and drags him over to clean my hole out. I feel his tongue slurping. Out of all the cum that has been deposited in me.

I necked my own drink, and then got up off the stool and followed Peter over to the padded fuck bench in the middle of the room. “Let’s give the guys a good welcome sight” he said, motioning me to get onto it. I took a hit of poppers from the bottle stored in the pouch on my harness, and then did as directed and got on the bench on all fours. I stayed still while he attached a couple of chains to the leather cuffs I was already wearing round my wrists, and waited patiently while he wrestled to get the bench’s own restraints round my boots to strap my legs in place. “Right, that should do” he said. “You lubed?” “Yeah” I replied. “Used a plug earlier too.” “Good” he said, “no need to dally around then.” With that, after a cursory exploration of my exposed hole with a couple of his fingers, I felt his cock pushing against me. Then, without much fanfare, he slowly but firmly pushed the entire length of it into me, the PA he promised (which I had not actually seen yet) feeling really different to anything I had experienced before. “There we go” he said. “You OK?” “Yeah” I breathed out. With that he started to slowly fuck, building up his tempo fairly quickly until he was hammering in and out of me. He was really verbal throughout, repeatedly telling me how toxic he was, how this was going to be the fuck that changed me, and what a slut I was. I just moaned and groaned as I was pushed back and forth, absolutely loving both the physical feeling of his cock in me as well as the mental fuckery he was putting me through with this first pozzing of the night. Eventually he thrust into me one final time and stayed put through the spasms of his orgasm, pumping me full of his gloriously toxic juices. I just quietly muttered “breed me” over and over and encourage him to fully empty his tanks into me. Just as he was breathing deeply out following the final spurt, we heard the door to the warehouse open and clomp of several sets of footsteps coming into the foyer. “Company’s here” said Peter, before withdrawing himself from me and leaving me feeling empty and gaping. “Gents!” he shouted, as the men entered the room. “Just bred the pig to get us started, so he’s ready for you.” Cheers went up, and I heard a lot more clomping as the group moved around the room, I guessed in boots not dissimilar to what I was wearing. I could not tell how many of them there were given my exposed arse was pointing towards the door, and the immediate hubbub of conversation amongst them all did not help me work out what kind of crowd they were. However, it wasn’t long before I felt some hands started to explore my backside, and a finger get inserted. Again, it wasn’t clear if this was one guy, two, or a whole crowd. Then, of course, the finger was withdrawn and another cock was pressing against me. In it went, bony hands gripped my hips, and the next breeding of the evening got underway. While the mystery guy was fucking me, some of the crowd started moving around to where I could see them. They were indeed all middle aged or older, but it was otherwise a very mixed group. Fat and thin, tall and short, muscled and wasting, leather and normal clothes, smoking and not. I looked around them all as I was fucked, keeping eye contact where it was made, and admiring any dicks that were already out on display. Eventually a large chubby guy wearing a Nike tracksuit approached me closer and held out his dick, which I happily took into my mouth. I do love being spit roasted, and knowing that both dicks were poz was such a turn on that I started to moan around the cock being pushed down my throat. I was on that bench for a long time, and was fucked over and over. Although I’d seen some of the guys in attendance I knew there were more who had stayed behind me out of view, with quite a lot of chatter coming from the bar area over at the side. As such, I had no idea if everyone had bred me yet, whether anyone had taken a second turn, or what. It didn’t matter though, as I was being reamed out almost constantly, and while each guy had his own style and approach to it, every single one of them let me know in some way that I was taking unmedicated poz cum. This was even better than I’d hoped it would be. After however long it was, Peter appeared in front of me with a warm smile, while someone else was hammering away at the back. “Having fun?” he asked. I just moaned while nodding in response. “Well, we don’t want to wear you out so early in the night, so once Calum here has shot his load how about we give you a bit of a break?” I just nodded again. Truth be told, as awesome as this was, I wanted to change position, maybe have a drink and a cigarette, and I was keen to actually see this group in its entirety. Sure enough, the guy I now knew was called Calum shot off in me, his poz talk coming through with a bit of an Irish brogue, and then once he withdrew Peter and some other chap got me released from the bench. I stood up rather stiffly and stretched, then turned to see the group. There looked to be about twenty of them, much more than I had expected, and while most were chatting to each other a few did nod or wink in my direction as I made eye contact with them. I made my way over, and gladly took a glass of water that someone handed to me followed by a beer from someone else. While I wondered where the packet of cigarettes I had brought down had ended up, one was offered to me by a big bear of a man which I gladly took, and then relaxed into chatting to these men for a bit. They were a nice bunch it turned out, and I could see why they hung around together. There was no judgement of the various fetishes on display, nor of those who just dressed in normal clothes, and what surprised me the most was that no-one seemed to want to delve into my reasons for being there. I guessed I must not have been the first bugchaser to attend one of their gatherings. After a couple of drinks, a real gym bunny of a man started to stroke my exposed buttocks signalling that Round Two was not far off. I stood there and smoked what I knew would be my last cigarette for a while as a couple of others joined in with exploring my body, and then found myself being coaxed over to a nearby mattress. After being on my feet for a while at the bar it was a bit of a relief that it wasn’t the St Andrew’s Cross they wanted to use next, and I happily got down onto the mattress, took a few hits of poppers, and waited for some indication of what position to get into. The first couple of guys took me missionary style, seemingly enjoying making a lot of eye contact while they sawed in and out of my well-used hole with their toxic disco sticks. Others wanted me on all fours, a couple of group members had me ride them, and then the last few took me while I was spreadeagled on my front. Some got really verbal, others just did the deed and then made way for others. It was all fucking fantastic, quite frankly. Once the last of them was done, I once again got up to join the rest of the group, my stretched arsehole now properly dripping with toxic cum. Once again I was handed drinks and a cigarette, and once again it was just really nice to have a chat to this curious mix of guys. However, I could feel I was now a bit more physically tired, and I had lost all track of time so was clueless as to the hour. “Right, we’re going to get you into the sling” said Peter from behind me as he put his hands on my shoulders, “and then everyone is going to fuck one or two more loads into you. Then bed. OK?” I nodded, took a final draw of my cigarette, and then allowed myself to be walked over to a really impressive apparatus with a padded leather sling attached to it. I climbed up onto it, lay back and lifted my legs, watching as a couple of guys put my ankles through the hoops. However, rather than my wrists also being secured in place, I was quite surprised when an ashtray, cigarettes and a lighter were plonked on my chest, someone handed me some poppers, and another guy brought over some drinks and put them on a small table nearby. “Just say if you want some water, whisky or whatever” he said, giving me a warm smile. “Someone at this end will get it for you.” I could not help but chuckle, but gave him a warm smile back and nodded. Round Three was a much more relaxed affair, with everyone clearly less energetic than they had been before, but almost enjoying the fucking more as a result. It was fantastic to just lie there with a steady supply of toxic cocks keeping me filled, while able to make eye contact with each of the group, smoke cigarettes when I fancied it, take hits of poppers when I needed it, and gulp down swigs of water or whatever else was on offer to keep myself both hydrated and buzzed. Again, I have no idea how long I spent there, but time had no meaning nor concern to me. I was where I belonged, and this was only the first night. I could not wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store. [to be continued]

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The first time I made myself cum, I didn't have anything to wipe with. I was drained but still horny, and I just got the impulse to eat it. I liked the taste and the kinkiness, so I kept doing it.

Chapter 61: Yummy Deserts We headed back to our rooms, and dad told mom he wanted some time alone to talk with me. She asked him what about. Dad told her he wanted me to know how much the two of us had bonded, and asked her what she thought about telling me that he wanted to have his own child with her. She said this was to be a relaxing weekend and didn't think it was a good time to drop that on me, but said woukd be fine for us to talk about how the two of us had bonded so quickly. Dad and I got into my room, and he immediately embraced me, kissing me deeply. He told me how proud he was of me, and was blown away by what had happened to me today. Dad told me this was almost as good as the suprise he had for me tomorrow when mom had planned to spend the day with her sister who lived in town. I said i could only imagine. Dad said he couldn't have set it up any better! He asked me for all of the details, and we both got extremely hard. He suggested we get naked on the bed, to discuss. As I started to give dad the details, we started stroking each other's cocks. My dad stopped jacking me before I came, saying save it for later. When he was about to cum, he said to start sucking his cock, as although he fucked mom earlier, she still didn't suck his cock, and after he seeded her, she wouldn't let him eat her pussy, saying cum is gross. As dad got dressed, the phone rang. It was the waiter. He asked if i was still interested in a late night desert. I said absolutely and in the background my dad said he and his wife were also interested in desert, but not like he and his son would have. The waiter asked me to put dad on the phone. He started by saying it was cool that I supported my positive son. There was a pause from the waiter after dad said who do you think pozzed him? The waiter said but you're married. Dad just said his wife could possibly be his next conversion. The waiter said hot, just as his brother converted him. Now it was time for some silence from my dad who was in shock. Dad told him to bring some sort of romantic desert to them at 9 when his brother was off, and then something hot and erotic to his sons room. The waiter said technically he wasn't off until 10, but he'd clock out early to be sure we were all happy.

Yea I'm a bit late with two for Tuesday, but here you go! Chapter 58: Soak and Poke Part 2 My suite was also very nice. It didn't have a whirlpool tub, but a huge walk in shower. I immediately got in and attached my shower shot, just in case. Once cleaned out, I put on my gym shorts, and headed to the spa, where I was greeted by a beautiful blonde Haired muscle stud. The first thing I noticed was a scorpion tattoo on his arm. As he greeted me, I casually grabbed my crotch and winked at him. He simply smiled. He suggested I soak in one of the hot tubs first, saying that they all had private access and he would put me in the only one that had a private massage area. He said I could remain naked between the two, then asked if i wanted him to be naked for the massage? I grabbed my now semi hard cock and said what do you think? He said the massage would be professional, but I was booked with him the entire day, and he included room services at no additional charge. With that we headed to the private hot tub, where I immediately stripped. The spa attendant said it looks like we will have a session in my room. He asked if it was private, and I said yes, but we might hear my parents fucking next door. He smiled and said guess we'll have to be quiet then. I immediately stripped and got in the hot tub to relax. The spa attendant said to soak for no more than 20-30 minutes. He said he would be in the massage room in 30, and to be face down and naked on the table. He arrived to the massage table with a towel around his waist, standing in front of me! His cock was rock hard and he dropped the towel revealing not only his 9 inch cock, but a biohazard symbol on his thigh. I asked him if he was toxic, and he said highly. I explained that I just got over my fuck flu and my parents decided on a weekend getaway after a tough week. He then rolled me on my back, and said he wanted me to pump him full of my newly pozzed seed once we went back to my room. His massage was for the most part professional. He did spend quite a bit of time on my cock and balls, and did suck the precum from my cock, saying there was nothing that tasted better than freshly pozzed cum. He then rolled me over on stomach massaging me from head to feet, skipping my ass at first. After my feet, he headed to my ass. He massaged each cheek with oil, then put some on his fingers, slowly slipping them partially in, fingering me slowly but not deeply. He said I'd get a deep prostrate massage once in my room.

Perhaps if you were paying more attention to politics, you might realize that the governor of Florida is sounding and acting much like Hitler did in his early days, but directed more against LGBT people and immigrants - who, it might be noted, were also targets of Hitler and the Nazis. Hitler didn't become evil only once he started actually sending people to the camps; he started with harassment and book banning and other forms of targeting the affected populations, exactly as DeSantis is doing now. Because the way you get the people in general to accept things like hauling groups off to camps is by spending years demonizing them as less-than-fully-human such that enough people are willing to look the other way.

I do OK most of the time, but the record was at Spring Break in Corpus Christi before COVID so was probably 2019 and I was 18 and a senior in HS. I was like a kid in a candy store as there were so many hot and willing guys my age wanting to hook up. I remember getting up Saturday morning and getting hit on by a guy at the hotel before I even got to the beach. Went to his room and swapped loads. Got to the beach and was chatting with hot guys offering me beers, wound up taking it to the bathroom and taking their loads sometimes they took mine. By lunch I'd been with four guys. That afternoon I'd been with four more. As it was winding down, I was hanging with three guys who invited me to go to dinner with them and I did. Wound up back at their hotel room swapping loads. I fell asleep in their room in bed with one of the guys...got awoken in the middle of the night getting fucked, thought it was one of the three, but they'd brought some guys back and was some random dude breeding me. I didn't care, I let him and wound up fucking him raw too. It turned into a mini orgy with all of us swapping loads. We passed out again, but it resumed in the morning as guys woke up with boners and horny. I probably fucked and got fucked by maybe 14 or 15 guys but was close to 24 hours in fairness. he wound up fucking me in the middle of the night, woke up with him putting his dick in me and fucking me. Probably took 15 to 20 loads and popped 6 to 10 in other guys.

Most public place was Rawhide bar in New Orleans. Some guy sucked me off, while another fucked me, bent over in front of the pool table.

Monday after work I was cruising Grindr hoping to find dick. A guy I have been messaging is online and only 1500 feet away. His profile pic is just off his knee, and he’s married. So I figure he is sneaking around. I message him asking him if he’s hosting for a bottom in need of being used; I expect this to go nowhere but I really need to be a tops nut bucket. To my surprise he is hosting, in his rented storage unit. The sleaziness of the location makes my dick hard. I make sure he is down to fuck, and he reply’s “I have never fucked in here just a couple of below jobs, but I could bend you over and pound away” hoe could I turn that down. I get the address and tell him on on my way. As I’m walking there he gives me the access code and tells me to the the elevator to the 4th floor and go to 409. As I approach the door I reach into my pocket and take a long deep hit from my poppers. I open the door to the unit and my bull is sitting on a camp chair naked and stroking. He stands up to close the door completely (it didn’t latch on its own from the inside so he has it rigged up with binder clips. I can tell this was rented to be his secret set spot away from his husband. I’m turned on and drop to my knees to get this thick 7” in my mouth. I work this cock into my mouth and down my throat as I hear him moaning above me. I take a quick hit from the brown bottle and take off my shirt. Immediately I get back in his cock and throat it. He’s egging me on being a good verbal top. I stand up with his cock still ticketing my tonsils and take off my pants and expose my jock strapped ass. His hand goes to my hole, and I know it’s on. I did bring lube with me, but I think it’s hotter to take a cock with only spit. So I make sure to get get his pole covered with my spit, take a big hit of poppers and guide it into my tight hole. all I can hear behind me is him moaning about how tight I am, and I’m spreading my cheeks and working him meat all the way to the hilt. He finally bottoms out into my hole; and he takes over the fuck, building speed as he fucks me. All the while moaning and telling me how nice and tight my pussy is. I’m surprised it was so tight for him since I got fucked by 5 aggressive tops the day before. So I’m edging him on telling him how good his dick feels, and how much I want his cum. He rewards me with a HIGE load. Usually I just get thr top off and go home looking for more cum, but I was so tuned on I pull down the pouch of my jockstrap and get off on to the floor. I give him a kiss on his cock, tweek his nipples and walk out the door. What a great fuck.

As we leave, Alex hands me a pill and tells me we are going to an Adult Book Story. I ask what this blue pill does as Alex laughs; for the next 4 hours, your dick will be hard like a base bat so you can pound holes and give others your load. I ask what goes on, and he says it's a bunch of desperate men looking to suck or get fuck; just one thing, never let them put a condom on your dick as it's always raw. I ask if I should tell them my status Alex YOU NEVER SAY ANYTHING about your status. We go back to the booths and join one together. I see there is a $10 fee to enter, and Alex says Hi to the clerk as we walk right in like we own the place. We hear a knock on the wall, and Alex tells me to drop my shorts and stick my dick in the slot. I'm scared shit as what if a crazy is there. I'm shocked as someone's mouth is sucking my dick as Alex is kissing my neck and squeezing my nipples; I'm having a great as the one on the other side stops Alex says stand still as I feel his hand on my dick guide my dick to his ass hole. He pushes all he can with just thus thin wall between us, and nature takes over as I start to go back and forth as Alex whispers into my ear give this cum dump your toxic load, but he might be giving you an STI also. I can't hold back, and whoever on the other side is not pulling away, so he is taking my load deep. As we leave the booth, I ask Alex what about the guy on the other side. Alex says he got exactly what he wanted, and you could dump your load into a willing hole so your seed did not go to the waist. Let us go over to Club Fort Lauderdale and get a room. I ask Alex what this place is, so he tells me it's a Gay Bathhouse, and we can hang out, and Dad wants you to get used to showing your body off, and maybe we will get lucky. This place is gorgeous with so many hot-looking men around the pool; we get a room, I shower, and Alex hands me another blue pill and one of his skimpy jock straps. We get out to the pool as Alex puts sustain lotion on me, as Alex has a tan, and I'm white as a ghost. My brother is putting that lotion in places the sun doesn't shine as I see people looking at us with eyes of desire and lust. After I have laid getting a tan, Alex says let's walk around, and you shake that booty of yours. It's hard walking with this jockstrap as my dick keeps falling out. Alex is parading me around, and I see four people following us to our room. As we enter, so do they. I turn around and say you can't tease us like that without us getting a piece of that ass. It seems they know Alex as he says meet my brother and have some fun with him. As Alex leaves the room.

Dad is right; the more I get fuck, the more I want his toxic load in me. I'm torn between the Slam or the booty bump, and both have different effects. By the end of the week, Dad is just using his toxic spit P.A. as lube as his P.A. is tearing up on hole so his poisonous seed can enter my bloodstream faster. My brother has told me how the fuck flu will affect me, and he will take care of me as he shows me the date on the inside of his arm, the date he tested Poz from Dad's breeding. As Ganpa Pozzed, Dad and Dad Pozzed, my brother Dad will Poz me. As I never knew my Dad, and I'm so happy he is showing such interest in me and helping me find what I dreamed about when I watch the porno movies on the cell phone he sent me. Before, it was someone else getting fuck with a raw dick, and now it is me begging to become Poz by my father. Yes, the pain was unbearable the first time, but I knew I had to accept as every Gay male does. It took about four days before it went from heavy pain to discomfort until I could relax and enjoy getting fuck as I started to ejaculate hands-free from having Dad's dick working my hole. Seeing the rage in his face with me on my back, legs over my shoulders so he could drive his toxic dick in me as far as he could. The sweet sweat dripped off Dad as he pounded me as hard as he could for as long as he could until he collapsed on top of me. I know my brother is not happy being locked in chastity as it's only Dad's dick going into me and knocking me up. It's Dad's right to Poz me as Grandpa Poz Dad as Dad Pozzed my brother one day. I'm also getting a good education on drugs as Tina is used a lot; others have different effects like coke, special K, and GHB. I liked GHB and the impact of high and a low dose. Also, how to sneak into someone without them knowing it. For the last 14 days, Dad has been fucking me giving me drugs, and this morning, as Dad came in, the sheets on the bed were soaking wet. I had a rash, and I felt like crap.

Would love to be filmed being used as a bare cumdump

Would love to be filmed taking poz cock 💦☣️

I prefer to swallow, though where ever its deposited is where I'm taking it. I've had it both ways plenty of times. I've had dom tops that luv to given facials when i've sucked in public just to mark propriety lol.

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

Paul Comes Looking for More - as told by Brandon It was about 10 am on Saturday morning. Ben was visiting his family for the day and had taken my car as his was giving problems. I was sitting out on the back deck in my speedo, drinking my morning coffee catching some sun and surfing the web on my tablet. I was ready a particularly hot story on a bareback blog when the doorbell rang. Who the fuck could it be this time of the morning? I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on to hide the swollen bulge in my speedo and went to the door. I opened it to see a wonderful sight. It was one half of our goody two shoes neighboring gay couple. Paul. For a nice monogamous boyfriend he was dressed very provocatively with a skin tight white wife-beater shirt and tight white bike shorts. I could not help noticing the ample bulge in the spandex. Damn, I had almost forgotten how hot he was. It also appeared that he was somewhat sexually stimulated as his dick was half hard. He glanced down at the lump in my tight nylon shorts where my hard-on was obvious. He looked a little shocked to see me. “Uh, um. Is Ben here? I uh, wanted to talk to him about something.” He snuck a furtive glance at my bulge again before continuing. “I only saw his car in the garage and I thought he’d be home.” One and one equals two. Congratulations to Ben, he must have managed to get it together with Paul, and now Paul was looking for a repeat since he thought I was away. Well, I certainly was not going to disappoint him. “Why don’t you come in? It’s good to see you again. Ben’s away until tonight visiting family. It’s a bit early for a beer but would you like a mug of coffee?” He hesitated for a moment but glanced at my shorts again. The idea of fucking this hot young stud had caused my cock to swell further showing its full length as it stretched to the left side seam of my shorts. He accepted my offer end entered. As I closed the door I pulled down my shorts revealing my swollen dick filling my tight sky blue speedo. “Hope you don’t mind. I was sitting on the back deck catching some rays.” As this was one of the suits that I had cut the lining out of, the profile of my veiny uncut dick was visible though the thin spandex, with a clear spot over my dickhead where I had been leaking pre-cum from my stimulating internet reading. Paul forgot all about coffee as he stared at me. “Holy fuck! How big is that thing?” I just smiled as I saw the bulge in his shorts swell and start to create its own wet patch. “Oh, about eight inches, uncut, good for frequent fucking and yours?” He had hunger in his eyes as he responded. “Seven, uncut. Doesn’t get to fuck as often as it should.” I could sense his temperature rising along with his lust. “Why not? Is Jesse a total top?” “No.” He said. “Not that, just that we don’t have sex that often anymore. He hasn’t fucked me in months. He has trouble staying hard long enough to penetrate me. And he is mostly top. I’m mostly bottom.” Here was this hot gym bunny confessing that he did not have sex very often. He was hot from the tips of his toes to the tip of his nose. “Damn”. I said. “Well, there are drugs for that. If he doesn’t want to take Viagra why don’t you do something else about that? You could get pretty much any guy you wanted, top or bottom.” He sighed. “You know I can’t do that. I am in a relationship with Jesse, and I love him.” His rock hard dick stretching his tight shorts told a different story. “Well, lots of guys in relationships that I know allow their partners a little action on the side, as long as it is safe and consensual.” (Yeah right on the safe part). “Sometimes partners will play together with a third.” “Do you guys?” I rapidly racked my brains to try and remember if we had said anything the night Paul and Jesse visited. No, the tantrum over the DVDs had put that idea out of our minds. Would my chances of fucking him be better or worse if I said yes or no? Since we had just had a crazy time with Sam the previous night the correct answer was yes. I started “Well…” and that is as far as I got as he lunged forward and planted his lips on my mouth and forced his tongue inside kissing me furiously. OK, this was going to be easier than I thought. We hugged each other as we kissed, grinding our crotches together. After a while Paul pulled back. “You ok with this. We won’t tell anyone will we? I’ve never done this with anyone since I’ve been together with Jesse.” Ah yes, the fear of a cheating boyfriend being found out. I was pretty sure he was lying because he had come looking for Ben thinking that I was out. “No, I won’t tell anyone. Ben and I have a “don’t ask don’t tell” arrangement and I certainly won’t tell Jesse.” That seemed to reassure him and he dropped to his knees. Pulling down the front of my speedo to release my dick he started giving me an expert blow job. After a few minutes I spoke. “Paul, if we want to take this further maybe we want to go to the bed room.” He looked at me greedily. “How much further?” “As far as you want to take it. I’m thinking my dick pounding your ass further.” “Fuck yeah! It’s been months.” He grabbed my hand and led me straight to the bedroom. He pulled off his t-shirt and shorts and jumped on the bed. He watched as I slowly stripped. As I removed my speedo he said. “69?” Within moments we were lying cock to mouth on the bed slurping on each other’s cocks. I made sure to sure to get my head between his legs and work over his balls and taint. After about five minutes of this he was ready to be fucked and stopped blowing me. As he let my dick plop out of his mouth he spoke. “Fuck dude. That is the biggest juiciest dick I have ever sucked. I don’t think I could take it in my ass.” “But you’d like to try, right?” “Oh Yeah. Fuck yeah. I’d love to feel that filling me up.” Yes. If he could take it, I was going to fill him with more than just my cock. He was going to get a massive toxic load as well. I turned him around to that he was on his hands and knees and spread open his ass cheeks. “I am going to have to get you ready to take my dick.” I stuck my face into his sweet crack and started probing his ass with my tongue. He relaxed and gave me entry into his tunnel. The little cheat obviously came prepared to be fucked as he was squeaky clean. After a few minutes of slurping on his hole he was ready. “Oh yeah! Brandon you sure know how to rim a guy. Fuck me now please! Please!” But first I had to open him up. I grabbed the lube, got my fingers nice and slippery and then slowly worked first one, then two and finally three fingers into his hole while I slurped on his rock hard cock, enjoying the taste of his profuse pre-cum. For someone who had not been fucked in ages his anus accepted my fingers very easily. I could sense he was getting impatient. He really needed a dick in his ass. I slipped my fingers out of his hole and slicked up my cock with lube, while working some more into his hole. Positioning myself between his legs I slid my bare cock head between his ass cheeks and slowly started probing his anus. He obviously felt a pang of guilt. “Uh, Brandon. Condom. Please use a condom.” I chuckled. “Ben and I don’t use condoms. But there might be an old one in the drawer.” I reached over and scratched around in the drawer to find one. Hmmm…Interesting. There were far fewer than there had been the last time I looked. Ben must have been using them. I would have to prepare a few more for future occasions. I found one that I knew would fail because I could see the little circle of pin pricks through the wrapper. That and the fact it was five years life expired and had been in my car’s glove compartment all through the summer. I tore off the wrapper saying. “If you’re not used to a dick this big, it will go in easier bare.” “Probably, but use the rubber. I’m neg and want to stay that way.” I saw in his eyes that he really wanting it raw but I did as he requested and rolled it over my dick, slicking the outside up with some more lube. I slid my cock between his ass cheeks again and started to push inside. I imagined how the latex was tugging against his tight anal walls. I certainly wanted to feel them against my cock without the impediment of a sheath. Easing in very slowly, only about half my fat dick was in his chute before he cried halt. He was obviously in discomfort. “Uh, Brandon. Maybe we should try without the condom. You’re really big compared to Jesse and I have not been fucked in a while. And then when my ass is opened up you can put another one on.” This was the moment I was waiting for. I was going in bare and there was not going to be another condom later as I planned on filling him up with my poz cum. I pulled out of his hole, ripped off the condom. (Yes it broke as I tried to remove it) and slid in again, this time feeling his delicious velvety ass walls against my meat. As I slowly drove my dick all the way into his chute he uttered a grunt of pleasure as I bottomed out balls deep. “Oh fuck yeah. Your cock feels amazing filling me up.” I started slowly fucking him and since he was on his back I leaned forward and started fucking his mouth with my tongue while filling his rectum with my thrusting manhood. He kissed back enthusiastically stopping only for a moment to say. “Oh Fuck. Your bare dick feels so good filling my hole. I’ve missed being fucked like this so bad.” I kept waiting for the moment when Paul would say that his ass was opened up enough that I should put on a condom but it never came. Not that I was going to of course. I fucked him doggy style, on his back missionary style, standing up and bent over a chair. Each time he sensed that I was getting close he asked to change the position. Finally I was on my back on the bed with him riding me when I started feeling the cum rising in my loins. This time he grinned and said “Kiss me.” I sat up with him still riding my dick and kissed him open mouthed. To my amazement he started forcing air from his lungs into mine and vice versa as I shot a massive toxic load into his bowels. As I came down from my climax disengaged his mouth from mine saying. “Ok, now I get to fuck you bareback. Fair’s fair. Jesse won’t fuck bareback.” I looked at him with amazement. They had said that they had been together for five years in a monogamous relationship and they still used condoms? “Exactly how many times have you fucked raw?” “Only once, with one guy and I bottomed and topped.” If that was true then it had to have been Ben. More congratulations Ben I thought. Not only did you get him to cheat, but you got him to go bare and now he can’t stop. Once you go bare you cannot go back. Paul rolled me over onto my back, grabbed the lube and slicked up his dick with one hand while working some into my hole with the other. He lifted my legs and slid right in. Paul may have called himself mostly bottom but he sure knew how to fuck. After about an hour of being fucked by me without cumming himself, it did not take long for him to shoot his massive load deep in my colon. I felt him squirt nine or ten times. I let him recover for a minute or two. “Damn, Paul! You certainly needed that.” He grinned for a moment and then spoke. “Fuck yeah, all that stimulation getting fucked by you and then getting to fuck your juicy ass bare was almost too much for me.” I reached into the night stand and threw him a towel. He cleaned himself up and got dressed. As he was leaving he gave me a long hard deep kiss before saying. “Brandon, that was fucking hot.” “Up for a repeat sometime?” He looked at me wistfully. “Maybe. No. Probably not. I’m confused, conflicted. It makes things too complicated.” With that he turned around and walked out. He’ll be back, I thought. Most of the guys I’d fucked lately were poz or probably poz, so it had been wild to breed a neg guy up with my un-medicated load.

Always lookin for Tinacams

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 16 (Teachers’ Pet) The email read: Crossroad’s Motel. Tomorrow night 7pm. I’ll be home late. The Crossroad’s Motel was a sketchy hotel on the edge of town that charged in 3 hour time slots. I did my best to rest my aching ass for the next 36 hours, and then around 5pm the next day, I cleaned out my money-maker, threw on a jock, and headed for the hotel. I gave the clerk my name and she tossed me a key, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. It was 6:45 when I walked into the hotel room, I almost fell over from the shock. Standing and sitting around in various stages of nudity were 7 of my teachers from the past 12 years of my life. Before I had time to process this, I was being grabbed and the door was shut and locked behind me. I felt powerful hands rip my shirt down my back as another pair of hands roughly unbuttoned my fly and tore my fly to shreds. A mouth clamped over my mouth. It was Mr. Thomas, my third grade teacher. His tongue swirled in my mouth as I looked into his eyes and he placed my hand on one of his flabby tits, prompting me to play with his hairy nipple. He took me roughly by my face and turned my head to the left where a wad of spit splattered across my cheek. It dripped into my mouth as I recognized Mr. Jacobs, my middle school P.E. teacher wiping his mouth from the saliva he had just showered me with. In contrast to Mr. Thomas’ pot belly, saggy chest, and jowly face, Mr. Jacobs was still broad with muscle and chiseled abs heaving in and out as his handsome face sneered at me saying, “You were such a fucking tease in 8th grade, you little cunt. I’m so pissed that I wasn’t the first one in those holes when I know you wanted them back then.” I looked down to Mr. Jacobs’ 7.5 inch cock standing at attention, thick with veins. He jerked his meat a bit and slapped me in the face as I felt a tongue lunge into my ass. I instinctively bent over and was force fed a nice fat 7-incher that belonged to Mr. Holden, my high school Spanish teacher. He was tall and lean, in his 30s, and his precum poured into my mouth. One of my hands was placed on Mr. Thomas’ cock, which was enormous…much bigger than I had ever though this toad-ish man would be packing. It was fat and uncut, measuring in at probably 10 inches. Mr. Jacobs took the place of the tongue, spitting on my hole and his dick, and slid himself into my fuckhole. I squealed on the thick cock in my mouth as Mr. Jacobs started sawing into me. I could feel his juices dripping down my nut sack and onto my jeans, which were just barely half way down my thighs. The teacher that had been eating my ass came into view. It was Mr. Sawyer, my elementary school principal, stroking a nice 8 inch piece that he proceeded to push into my mouth next to Mr. Holden’s dick. I gagged and slurped on both cocks as I squeezed Mr. Jacobs’ cock with my pussy. “Suck those cocks, you piece of shit,” Mr. Holden snarled. “Fuck yeah, take all that dick,” Mr. Jacobs said and spit on my back. This provoked two or three of the other teachers to spit on my back and in my hair. Mr. Jacobs reached up and rubbed it into my skin and scalp. Abrubtly, Mr. Jacobs pulled out of me, and I was flipped onto my back on the bed. With my ripped jeans still tangled around my legs, Mr. Lyell – my pre-Calculus teacher – held my ankles while Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) pushed his supersized cock into me, his stomach flopping over my tiny dick. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) stuffed his dirty cock into my mouth saying, “Suck your ass off my dick, boy. It’s your juice, get it off my dick.” My eyes darted to the right to see Mr. Garth – my kindergarten teacher – and Mr. Middleman – my Sunday school teacher – watching me get reamed and jerking some pretty big cocks of their own. Mr. Garth was ancient with a distended belly, sunken cheeks, and a 8.5 inch uncut cock, leaking a string of precum through the foreskin. Mr. Middleman was a fit guy in his 50s, still wearing a wife beater T-shirt over his muscular chest and flat stomach, stroking a 7-inch beer can cock with some of the biggest low hangers I had ever seen. The huge dick inside of me trenched out my guts again and again making my boy cunt spasm and convulse in an orgasm. I felt my jeans pulled the rest of the way off of my legs by somebody leaving me only in my jock and one sock. “I heard you came just like a bitch,” Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) laughed at me. “Yes sir,” I garbled through Mr. Jacobs’ cock. “My turn,” Mr. Thomas said and I felt a wave of semen flood my insides. I moaned and came again, letting Mr. Jacobs’ cock flop out of my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Thomas trying to milk every drop of sperm from his expanding meat. His fat belly rolled and slapped over my tight body as he collapsed on top of me, spent. With a firm slap to my face, Mr. Thomas pulled out of me with a sticky plop. My gaping hole was filled by Mr. Garth immediately. He must have been 70, easily and as I felt his 8.5 inches hit my colon, he clamped his mouth over mine. “Who woulda’ thought when I was teaching you ABC’s that I’d be fucking your pretty pink hole raw one day?” he murmured in my ear. He began a series of strokes into my cunt where he pull all the way up and crawl quickly up to my face to shove it in my mouth and then go back to a full stroke into my hole. My insides were in constant shock with each sudden stab, and my mouth was flooded with varying strong tastes of ass juice and cum depending on how much got trapped under his foreskin with each thrust. Suddenly, on one of his thrusts, he stayed inside of me. He groaned and his hand grabbed my hair violently, pulling my head back. His mouth just over mine, he said, “Fuck, your little boy insides are making my old cock cum hard. Take my dirty seed, cunt boy. You deserve my old man spunk.” And with that he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deep. I felt his dentures move against my tongue and my ass came as he poured his poz spunk into my boyhole. “Let’s really stretch the slut,” Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) bellowed and he pulled me off of the enormous cock, flipped me over, and before I knew I was riding his 7.5 inches, the drastic curve up stabbing me right in my prostate. Without missing a beat, Mr. Sawyer (elementary principal) saddled up behind me and pushed his 8 inches in next to Mr. Jacobs. I howled and thrashed, only to be muted by Mr. Middleman (Sunday school teacher) taking me by the jaw and placing his beer can in my throat. As I was DP’d, Mr. Middleman brutally face fucked me, his huge balls slapping my chin noisily. They were so big that they would swing up and slap my cheeks sometimes. I drooled, coughed, and choked on his delicious cock, feeling his amazing balls gradually tighten. He just kept a hold of my hair, calmly talking to me, “That’s it, you fuck hole, take all that cock. You have to make up for the fact that you have a tiny dick instead of a pussy. You should have a pussy, that was just a mistake. You don’t need a dick, you need more holes. Open that throat, take my monster, make me cum. Come on, fuck toy, be a good cum bucket, be a good receptacle for semen, you little piece of bitch. Cunt out on those cocks.” I moaned and whimpered, my ass pulsing and cumming every few minutes. Mr. Middleman tapped Mr. Sawyer on the shoulder. Mr. Sawyer immediately understood and pulled out of me. Mr. Middleman jumped into his place and the beer can ripped my asshole as it pushed in next to Mr. Jacobs. I screamed out as Mr. Middleman pummeled my overstretched boy pussy like an animal with a need to breed. He reached around and pinched my nipples hard grunting, “You’re a fucking cunt, you’re such a fucking cunt, are you a fucking cunt?” “Yes,” I breathed out, in tears. “Are you a fucking cunt?!?!?” “Yes!” I cried. “ARE YOU A FUCKING CUNT???” “Yes, God, yes!!!” I pleaded. “ARE YOU?????” “I’M A FUCKING CUNT! I’M YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” I screamed almost ready to pass out from the violent fucking I was getting, my hole torn and stretched without regard. Mr. Middleman shook and grunted, pulling my head back by my hair and going back and forth between slapping my ass and slapping the side of my head as he shot forcefully into my guts. I yelped and cried as he used my hole as nothing more than a place to put his spunk. As his orgasm subsided, he continued to fuck into me until he went soft and my ass squeezed him out. He stood up and put his sloppy, but still fucking big, dick into my mouth which I greedily sapped for its ass and dick juice. I could feel Mr. Middleman’s jizz leaking out over Mr. Jacobs rock-hard cock as it continued to fuck into me with its steady rhythm. Mr. Jacobs powerful hands took me by the legs and spun me around face away from him. His curved dick hitting me in a new spot, me whimpering at the new angle. My legs were hoisted up and Mr. Lyell (pre-calculus) slid his long 9 inches into me, reaching past Mr. Jacobs and making me ass-cum immediately. I bucked and thrashed but Mr. Jacobs held me steady. As the two men fucked into my backside, Mr. Sawyer, put his cock into my mouth still slick with my cunt juice. I sucked Mr. Sawyer’s dick like a pacifier and tried to enjoy the fucking I was getting. I felt like my cunt was going to fall off, but I grunted and tried to be a good whore. Mr. Jacobs started egging Mr. Lyell on, “Yeah, feel those pink walls? I told you there’s nothing like a raw boy pussy. Come on, Mike, let’s cum together. Just think about this little bitch half your age taking your nut. Yeah, there’s nothing he wants more than your nut right now. Just think about the fact that you’re in him and own him right now, nothing between you, skin-to-skin. Your thick load is going to be with him forever, come on, cum with me.” “I’m close. I’m gonna’ blow, man!” Mr. Lyell spat into my face even though he was addressing Mr. Jacobs. “Let’s do it. Let’s knock this faggot up!” Mr. Jacobs yelled. I felt Mr. Jacobs swell first and I breathed in with a gasp, but immediately after, Mr. Lyell’s cock got much much thicker and I thought my stomach was going to burst. Both of them let loose, spurts of cum volleying in different rhythms from each cock, hitting my sensitive innards. I was wracked with pain and pleasure as these already-large cocks got even bigger, trying to impregnate me in what I knew was a futile effort but what felt like they had definitely found my womb and it was being fertilized. Both men’s muscled relaxed and their breathing got more steady and their cocks jerked and pulsed with tiny waves of left over need. Mr. Jacobs tapped my ass twice and I pulled myself off of his semi-erect cock. My hips were immediately grabbed and I was brought up onto all fours, Mr. Holden (Spanish teacher) pushing his fat 7-incher into my sloppy butt hole. Right away, he began taunting, “You a bitch? You a bitch?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Act like a bitch then. Bark for me. Bark like a bitch, bitch,” he jeered. I did as I was told and started to bark and yelp like a dog. All the teachers started to laugh at me so I stopped. “Don’t you stop, bitch,” Mr. Holden said, “You a bitch, you act like one. Bitches don’t care if they get laughed at, come on.” So I started barking again and fucking back onto his cock while the other teachers laughed at me and spit on me. Soon, Mr. Holden’s fucking got harder and harder. He grabbed my hips and plunged in as far as he could go. I winced but he yelled, “Bark, bitch, bark for me!” And I began barking like an over-excited Chihuahua as he emptied his balls deep in my bowels. He stayed there, his dick just shooting into the deepest parts of my ass, his hips married to my ass cheeks until he was totally done. Then he mutter, “You filthy cunt, barking like a dog. So fucking pathetic,” and pushed my ass off of his dick. I turned around to clean his cock off, but he held it out of my reach. “You want this, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I want to taste it,” I begged. “Then be a bitch and piss yourself right now.” “But sir…” I started. “Fuck you, bitch boy. You wanna’ eat your cunt and my cum off this cock, you piss yourself right now like a bitch,” Mr. Holden demanded. I looked into his eyes and knew I didn’t have long to decide so I laid back and focused on peeing. I felt the urine travel down my dick and I soaked my jock strap with it. It trickled down my balls and into my ass crack. The teachers all laughed and teased me, but Mr. Holden shoved his dirty dick into my mouth and I got what I wanted – to taste my ass and all those different loads on his dick. “Now make yourself cum,” he ordered. I moaned in question and looked up at him. “Take your tiny dick out of your jock and jerk it off with my dick in your mouth. You only have like 30 seconds or I take my dick back,” Mr. Holden instructed. I immediately took out my 4-incher and jerked it madly as I sucked the sludge off of Mr. Holden’s cock. The teachers were all laughing and commenting on how small I was, how much like a clit it was, how it was the same size in kindergarten or 3rd grade. I shot off my small load within a minute, which Mr. Sawyer scooped up, rubbed over his dick, and slid into my hole with me on my side still sucking Mr. Holden’s cock. Mr. Sawyer’s big 8 inches felt amazing right now and I cooed and mewed around Mr. Holden’s dick as Mr. Sawyer gave me a nice hard fucking. He played with my nips and fish-hooked my cheek as he enjoyed my cummy hole. Within 5 minutes, he was filling me with my 7th load of the night. I collapsed on the bed exhausted, but was soon scooped up by Mr. Jacobs, carried to the bathroom, and dropped in the tub. I started to get to my knees, but Mr. Holden said, “Just lie there, bitch, like the cunt slut you are.” So I laid in the tub. Mr. Jacobs added, “And keep your mouth open.” I opened my mouth just in time to feel the first stream of piss hit my face. I don’t know whose it was but pretty soon there were multiple streams of urine covering my body, flooding my mouth and nose, and drenching my hair. All 7 men emptied their bladders, pissing up and down my smooth hairless body and into my face and mouth. I sputtered a bit, but just enjoyed the warm nasty bath and drink I was receiving, reveling in what a whore I was. These men had enjoyed my body, degraded me, and gave me their seed. They planted their babies inside of me and now they were dismissing me by peeing on me. One by one, they finished and walked out of the bathroom or stayed to watch the others finish. Finally, the bathroom was empty and I had a small puddle of piss around my urine-soaked body. I heard the door open and close, open and close, open and close...until I knew that they had all left. Left with me drenched in their semen and piss. Fuck, why did I love this so much. Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 17 (All’s Well That Ends Well) About a week after the Teachers’ Gangbang, I got really sick. So sick. I knew what it was, I had been waiting long enough for it. On the 2nd day of feeling like shit, my father said, “Finally!” He abruptly said he was heading away for the weekend. I thought I was going to die, I was so sick and there was no one to take care of me. I didn’t know what to do so I texted The Beast: Hi Joe, it’s fuckhole. Please don’t get mad that I’m texting you, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I came down with the fuck flu and my dad left town for the weekend. I can’t even stand up to get any food or medicine. Even if you just got me something to help me sleep and some food that you left in my room, I would really appreciate. I’m so sorry to ask, but I didn’t know anyone else that would understand. In less than a minute, he texted back: Be there in 30 minutes, boy. I kind of floated in and out of sleep until I felt a strong hand on my forehead. My eyes half opened and I saw The Beast standing above me turning on a digital thermometer. He smiled, “If you didn’t look so pathetic, I’d put this someplace else.” I kind of grinned, but was too exhausted to laugh. He put the thermometer in my mouth. I floated out again, but was woken up by the beep of the thermometer. Joe looked at it and said, “Not too bad.” He gave me some medicine to alleviate some of the symptoms and made me some soup, which he fed me because I was too shaky not to spill it. After I finished the soup, I said weakly, “Thanks for coming over. I know you didn’t have to. I’m sure you have other things you could be doing on a Friday night. It’s early yet, you can still go have some fun.” The Beast gave a little laugh and said, “I’m not going anywhere, douche bag. This part sucks.” I looked up at this stunning man and said, “Thank…” but I fell asleep before I finished my appreciation. I woke up again to The Beast spooning me from behind. He was naked and erect. I started to stir a little but he simply said, “Shhhhhhh.” He pulled my underwear aside and nudged his lubed cock against my hole. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. I was so weak that my asshole gave no resistance as he pushed his thick tool into me. It stretched and hurt, but The Beast was gentle and only fucked to my second ring, but not past. With steady, slow strokes he massaged my insides with his hard cock. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, in a daze. With little more than a grunt and some easy moaning, Joe unloaded inside of me, fucked it a bit deeper into my cunt, and then said, “I’m gonna’ make you some more soup,” before pulling out of me and leaving the room. Joe took care of me all weekend, making me food, giving me medicine, and changing my sheets when I sweated them through. He would fuck me from time-to-time when he needed to cum, but always more gently than he ever fucked me before or would ever fuck me again. When I woke up Monday morning, he was gone. He had left a note though that said: No thanks necessary. You’ll be fine. No further contact is needed. Joe. I cried for about an hour. I was so thankful for what he had done for me, but the fact that he never wanted to hear from me again, tore me apart. My father got back later that day and started pimping me out to clients immediately. He showed me more and more disdain as time went on. About a month later, I officially tested positive, but my father made no move to start me on meds. Every time I asked, he would tell me to “shut the fuck up” and “you make more money this way.” He insisted that when it was really necessary, we would put me on meds, but until then my toxic cunt was worth more to him. One day, I checked my email account and it said: Kinky dentist wants to fuck in his office. 7pm today. 456 West Elm Street. Suite 506. I went there just like I would any other client. It was after hours and Dr. Hilton answered the door. He was a man in his 60s with a pointy chin and nose, bushy eyebrows, and a somewhat pinched face. He was taller than me and thicket than me, but not fat. Without saying a word, he brought me into his office. He turned me so I was facing away from him and undid my pants, dropping my pants and underwear to my knees. He bent me over and undid his fly. I felt his thick head at my hole. Gob after gob of spit fell from his mouth onto his cock and my ass. He rubbed it over his head and pushed into me. I grunted and tried to open my hole for him. He eased into me until he was totally inside. He was big, not the biggest, but big. His cock thickened at the base so every stroke stretched me at the end. Dr. Hilton fucked me harder and harder, me hanging on to the chair and trying to meet his thrusts. Finally, he grabbed one of my hips and one of my shoulders, and slammed into me 6 times, releasing a shot of cum with each final stab. He quickly pulled his cock from my ass, put it back in his pants and zipped up. I thought I was done, but he pulled my pants up and threw me in the chair. He tilted the chair back. I thought he was going to face fuck me from behind the chair which I thought would have been hot, but instead I felt restraints slap over my wrists. Well, my dad DID say that he was kinky. It took no more time than that thought for Dr. Hilton to slap a restraint around my ankles too. I looked at him with big saucer eyes, and he spoke for the first time, “Your father wants your teeth removed.” “What???” I squeaked. “He can get more money if your teeth are removable. So I’m doing him a favor. I got that freebie in exchange for removing all your teeth. So let’s get started. I have dinner plans at 9.” “Please, please, whatever he told you, I’m not game. I don’t want this,” I pleaded. “It’s not your choice. You’re his cunt to whore out. That’s clear from the websites.” Dr. Hilton said coldly. “This has got to be illegal!” I shouted. “So is accepting money for sex,” he responded. “This is so fucked up!” my eyes followed him around as he gathered his tools. “The teeth I’ll make you will be just as nice if not nicer, Matt. After you recover from the initial extractions, you really won’t mind. Just imagine, you can take out your false teeth and have nothing but soft pink gums to suck those big dicks with.” “I do just fine with the teeth. You should have let me blown you. You’d have seen. I never get complaints about teeth,” I made my case. “Sorry, kid, I promised your Dad. It’s not about whether or not you nick some dick with a tooth. It’s about the fact that guys get off on you being such a whore that your teeth have been removed so your mouth is nothing but a fuck hole. You get it. I don’t have to explain it to you.” “Please, please, please…I’m begging you,” I looked into his eyes as he came toward me with the gas mask. “It’s already done, son. Just try to relax.” Tears streamed down my face as the mask was clamped over my mouth and nose. I looked up into his steely green eyes, begging. “It’ll all be done before you know it. Let the gas do it’s job.” I whimpered, resigned to my fate when I heard a loud crack from the lobby. “What the—“ Dr. Hilton said, but before he could finish his thought, the office door flew open and there was The Beast. The gas was starting to make me fuzzy so I thought I was hallucinating. “Get the fuck off him!” Joe said. “Who the fuck are you?” Dr. Hilton asked. “If you don’t take that mask off him, I will beat you fucking senseless and then call the cops,” The Beast said. “It’s taking everything in my power to not punch you right in your ugly fucking face right now so fucking DO IT!!!” Scared, Dr. Hilton took the mask off my face. Joe pushed him into the tray of tools and unfastened the restraints. Too weak to walk, The Beast threw one of my arms around his shoulder and helped me out of the office. I started to regain some sense of reality as we passed the splintered lobby door and proceeded to the elevator. Well, it wasn’t until later that night that I found out my father had been bragging to Joe about what he was planning on doing. Joe kicked my father’s ass until my dad told him the address. Joe told him to never come near me again. That’s when he came to get me at the dentist. I asked him, “Why? Why did you do this? Why do you care? You said you never wanted me to contact you again. And I have NOTHING…no clothes, no money, nothing. Where am I going to go?” Joe rolled his eyes, “Here. You’re going to go here.” “I can’t get on my feet in a week or something, Joe. I’m fucked.” “Listen to me, boy. You’re going to stay here permanently.” I was so confused, “But you said—…” “You’re so stupid,” Joe said. “I told you to not contact me because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be. But I am.” I looked at him in disbelief, but then smiled broadly. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. You’re not my fucking wife and we’re not adopting some Asian baby or any shit like that. You’re still my fuck hole…and I will be pimping you out just like your Dad did…BUT I’ll never pull any of that shit like he did today, and we’re going to get you on meds, and you’re going to sleep in my bed. But you’re mine. I will fuck who I want whenever I want without any lip from you. And you fuck me and who I say you fuck, but no one else, got it?” “Absolutely,” I said, with a goofy grin. “Now climb on my dick,” he said pulling his cock through his fly. I stripped off my pants and underwear and wrapped my cum-filled cunt around his massive cock. I bounced up and down on him, milking him for all I was worth. He took me by either side of my head, pulled my face to his forcefully, and for the first time kissed me…and it was deep and passionate, and I came simultaneously from my cock and ass. My convulsing pussy pushed him over the edge and he bit my bottom lip, muttering, “Take my load, you fuck hole.” He shot streams of cum into me, fucking up into my bowels and kissing me, crushing my body to his. When he was done fucking his kids into my hole, he pulled off my mouth and said, “I love you, Matt.” I gulped and said, “I love you, too.” We lived like that for four years and it was amazing. He fucked whoever he wanted, and that was fine. I had no reason to be jealous. He loved me and I never questioned that. He showed it in so many ways. I got plenty of sex too. He was always fucking me and he was always pimping me out, which as much as I hate to admit it, I liked. More than liked, I lived for it. It didn’t matter how gross or disgusting the person was, I liked being used and knowing that someone was paying for my holes…and that I HAD to do what they wanted and take what they gave me because it was my job to be a whore. It’s what I was good for, what I was put on this Earth for. So many guys were so jealous of us. We would go out to bars and take home the hottest guys. Whoever we wanted. One time, we saw Kurt out. Remember Kurt? Well, he certainly had come into his own. Big old pig bottom, poz, biohazard tattoo on the small of his back prominently displayed as he walked through the bar shirtless with assless jeans on. He let anyone stick it in right in the middle of the bar. The Beast did, right against a go-go pole…and I was right there between Kurt’s legs to lick up the cum-sludge from his earlier conquests as well as suck out the Beast’s cream once Joe was done with Kurt’s hole. Joe and I could have lived like this forever. We hardly ever fought and when we did, we were more concerned with the fact that we had possibly hurt the other one’s feelings than we were about our own point of view. It was really special and sexy what we had. So you can imagine how devastated I was when Joe was killed in a car accident when I was 23. I thought my life was over. It was a rough year and I was very self-destructive. Drugs, going off my meds, taking risks. I eventually found my way back on track. I had a stupid job at some convenience store but at least I was back on my meds and not suicidal. Just think, I had planned on going to college at one point. Anyway, believe it or not, I was nursing a vodka tonic and some gay bar in the city when who should walk through the door? Jordan. Remember Jordan? We got to talking. He had had his own fucked up path. We both laughed about how “straight” he was in high school as he fucked my ass several times a week. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess you could say I’m still bisexual ‘cause I like pussy, but God, a lot of girls hate me. I’m not so good at not getting caught with my dick in a guy’s ass.” That sent me into hysterics. He told me that he was poz now and loved knocking up college boys. I told him about Joe and me, and the fact that I missed being pimped out and the situation I had with him. We talked until the bar closed and then went back to his place and fucked like animals. He gave me three loads that night and although he was still rough and treated me like a whore, he was a great kisser. We kept fucking for a few months and ended up falling into the same relationship that Joe and I had. Jordan would pimp me out and he would get to fuck whoever he wanted. We love each other and we’re good together. Granted, it’s not what Joe and I had, but it’s close and we make each other happy. And he still has that sadistic grin like the first time he made me ass-cum… …which brings us to where I started – Me waiting for my next “client” thinking about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy he’s sold my cunt to. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me, “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna’ be a doozy. Get some rest.” My ass is up in the air facing the door that I left unlocked. I hear the door open, someone enter the room, and the door lock behind him. I hear his clothes hit the floor as he positions himself behind me. He rubs his fat head against my drippy hole – Jordan pre-lubed me with a fuck and a load of cum before I headed out. The stranger moans as he pushes his thick veiny cock into my used cunt. Whoa, really thick. I feel his balls hit my taint and I guess that he’s about 7.5 inches, which is a nice length. I can fuck a cock that size forever without any problem, and it does nothing but feel good. This faceless cock starts fucking into me and I hear him moan, “Fuck, that’s good hole!” I freeze. I recognize that voice, where do I know that voice from? Do I dare look? I can’t help myself, I have to know. I look back over my shoulder and can’t believe who’s fucking into me. “Long time, no see, son,” my Dad says, and I start to ass-cum. THE END.